It's not "Eggs Benedict" if there's only one Egg!

Slight change of plan. I say slight, I mean massive. The end of the trip draws near and with it the end of our funds. I'd decided to go home more or less directly, spending maybe one night in Toyko. Gav decided he was going to keep it Thai for another five days. Not being up for anymore Khosan action George and I picked up presents, packed our bags and headed toward the airport in a taxi. Bogged down in traffic we arrived late to the airport but a look to the moniters showed us everything was still okay: "CHECK IN DESK 10". They were still checking in, result. We handed our tickets over with a smile only to be told by the utter fucker of Singapore Airlines that "No, you miss. Ten Minutes. Have to go tommorow..." Bollocks. We could have clearly checked in and got our flight as planned but she couldn't be arsed. Maybe she was due to knock off or something. Now I just hope that someone knocks her off. In the face.
Being the walking cliche of a backpacker I instantly consulted the Bible. No, not the one with Christ's Bogus Adventure - The Lonely Planet guide to Thailand. We found a place near the airport that had beds for buttons and checked in. A new plan was formulated. With our travel put back a day we could basically connect all the way to Heathrow without the wait in Toyko. All we have to do is confirm with Virgin airways and everything is sorted. Sounds good... What doesn't is that we're set for 25 hours of veal class flying in just under two days. We arrive in London at 1530 on Sunday. I'm gonna hang there for a bit to get my bearings but if you need to contact me urgently I will have turned on the infernal machine that is my mobile phone when I pick it up from Drew's place.
Right, time for breakfast.

My room is like a Kiln.

Bangkok again, with all its sights, sounds and smells. Went to Wat Pho, the biggest temple in Thailand complete with the largest reclining Buddha statue. 46M long x 15M high. In short it's HUGE! I've taken photos - I really hope they come out 'cause the camera I'm using is fucking dire. Decided to slum it on Khosan Road in a dingy little room in a guesthouse that looks like a cross between a rabbit hutch and a dolls house. Still, what do you expect for 2 quid a night?