Well your story reminds me of one good taxi driver or tuc tuc driver to be precise. When I was in Bangkok we got tuc tucs everywhere and they seemed to make the fare up as they went along. This one neet we’d been to Phatpong most mental place I’ve ever been in my life by the way, and we were so fuckin pissed there was 5 of us 2 in one 3 in another. Me and one of me mates were blind drunk, we’d had no sleep for nearly 48 hours, and the driver didn’t have a fuckin clue what I was saying, I doubt a southern English person would’ve done I was that wrecked.
Anyway between us we couldn’t remember what our hotel was called or where it was. Anyway this fuckin Thai had no chance understanding us so he took us to this hotel, where there was this black yank waiting on the door like that was his job, so he asked me where we wanted to go, I said I think it was this big building near some shops. Now bearing in mind Bangkok probably has as many big buildings and shops as any city in the world, it was like saying I’m looking for a needle in a haystack.
So I was like oh ffs, this was around 2am iirc, and our flight to Phuket was in about 8 hours, and we had to leave in 6, anyway the driver drove us round for 90 minutes all the hotels looked the same and he was going to see if the OB could help us as he stopped and pointed at the ob shop, then in a moment of pure inspiration I just "FUCKIN SOI LANG SUAN!!!!!!!!!!!" and the bloke went "oooooooooh soi lang suan!!!" The name of the road where the hotel was just came to me, and we were only 500 yards away, as soon as we got on the road I was thrilled to bits cos I knew where the hotel was from there, and this bloke drove us round all night and only charged us a 10a, he could've taken a right liberty but he was absolutely mint, bowed when we got out and everything.
My mate got lost abroad, he told the taxi driver it was the hotel with a pool and that's all he knew so they went round every hotel but no luck. He just got out in the end because he couldn't afford to carry on so he was even more lost. Took him 6 hours walking about to eventually find the hotel. He was on a big come down too after a night on any drugs he could get hold of and going through every prostitute in some whore house (he actually did, I think there were only 6 but he shagged them all ).
When he got in his feet were bleeding, he was crying and said he had genuinely contemplated just killing himself
I can't remember the exact figure but he spent something like 600 euros that one night
