The Trip Begins

One of my concerns going into this adventure was how would my seven-month old son, Alex, cope with the long flights to Thailand, via Hong Kong.  I had visions of 18-hours of screaming and crying  (no, not by me), and at some point the plane being required to make an emergency landing in order to kick the three of us off.  Much to our relief, and to those sitting around us, Alex proved to be a star.

For Alex, this was a most excellent adventure.  There were so many new things and people to look at. In addition, he had continual access to Dad and especially Mom, and all the benefits that it confers.  The main problem was that with so much going on Alex didn't get a lot of sleep.  Near the end of the journey when he finally did crash he was totally out for the count.  The Thai Immigration officer had a good laugh when comparing Alex's passport photo to our comatose little boy.

We arrived at our hotel, near the Bangkok airport, late on Sunday evening, and all of us quickly fell asleep.  Monday was a planned easy day and we went for a short walk to the local shopping area, stopped at a coffee shop, swam at our hotel pool, and did a lot of napping.  By the time we departed for Pattaya on Tuesday we were ready to roll.