The Playboy Of The Eastern World

Wouldn't mind spending two hours
 in the back of her cab.
Sadly, this in not our Thai Bunny.

Bunny drove us to our hotel from Bangkok Suvarnabhumi airport, a 40-minute drive which turned into two hours as the poor fella got lost on the main drag and had to ring the hotel for directions, on our phone!

A sweet, tiny old man in threadbare waistcoat and cravat, he had spent most of his life working in restaurants in the Washington DC area, where the Americans had nicknamed him Bunny when his real name, Punhi, turned out to be too difficult for them to pronounce.

They subsequently had the temerity to suggest he was a homosexual (his words) because he was called Bunny. He had the last laugh though, telling us he had lived something of a Playboy lifestyle in the States.

Returning to his home city, he wasn't happy that Thai words were translated badly on signs, eg Bangkok means something about 'chicken' and should be written 'Barng Ko' which means whatever it's supposed to mean.

Also, the city had been redeveloped to such an extent that he didn't recognise much of it, as evidenced by the fact he'd got us lost for an hour and a half on the equivalent of Oxford Street, London.

As if to add insult to injury, his motor conked out when he finally pulled into our hotel car park, so a couple of the lads and I had to give him a bump start to get him back on his way. He's probably still driving around our block right now.