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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 vehicle. He does, we go 50 metres and see another tiger restaurant. Again the banging on the side and "Stop! Stop! Tiger ! Tiger! " The poor guy is now in a state of sorry mess. Two formidable ladies screaming "Tiger, tiger " was too much.
He looks hapless, we look harried and at this point we decide to let him go. Pretty sure that our hotel is close by. But 15 minutes of search and asking around availed no result other than a sing song "Don't know!"
Lamenting 200 baht down the drain and scolding Swarnali for not walking back we decided to trudge back towards Jungseylon.
On the way we asked a guy who looked more reliable. He took out his phone, connected the GPS and confidently told us " Here two tiger hotel, there one tiger hotel!" Of course he gave a left and right and left direction..... And amid so many tiger hotels, the Bengal tigresses were on the verge of saying meowww!
Swarnali : Ebar ki Hobe?
Me: Ki aar Hobe.... Eikhanei dhone pata bechbo !
Abandoning the plan we decided to cool off at Swensen's. Called up Bhaskar and said that we were horribly lost!
Bhaskar's first reaction was probably " Saaachiii?"
Luckily he didn't say so and heard out my Plan B.
And we walked to Swensen's in the hot sun, not finding much humor then.
But the ice cream and cool off later we were picked up by our minivan driver and drove up to big Budhdha.
Bhaskar triumphantly declared
"So you are not as smart as you think!"
And I had to admit that two tigers confused the tigress thoroughly😊

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  1. deeps11 March 2019 at 00:02

    sounds like you will have enough stories to write a book!!

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    1. amrita14 March 2019 at 10:08

      I find stories...but cannot find readers :D

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