Vacations should always have stories apart from memories. Having concluded our shopping at Jungseylon, we were rushing back to our hotel. Since language is a problem in most of Thailand we carried the hotel card. A bit of bargaining and card reading later we climbed up the tuktuk and told the driver triumphantly- " Hotel next to the tiger restaurant!" He smiles, nods and we are off. I am busy counting the leftover baht when Swarnali exclaims " oi to tiger" And I look up and see the tiger restaurant. By then Swarnali was frantic. She banged the side of the tuktuk like the minibus conductors of our own city and yelled " Stop! Stop!" The confused driver stops, smiles we hand over 200 baht and get off only to realize this isn't the place. Frantically we climb up. By then it is a case of ghente ghaw! The driver takes our hotel slip goes to some security guy, who shakes his head. From the tuktuk we use all kinds of movements to make the driver start the