Так хорошо, что проспали все завтраки! It's so good that all breakfasts overslept!

It's four o'clock at night. Having obtained plastic cups, we drink the last remaining Baileys at the Bangkok airport. In an hour we fly back to our homeland. Some 10 hours of flight and from plus 33 we will find ourselves in minus 8! But Baileys is already flowing through the veins and temperature changes are not afraid. Remembering this unexpectedly wonderful vacation, I, perhaps, for the tenth time that night, ask my friend one question: "Anna, how could it happen that during the whole week of rest we never got breakfast? " Anya bursts out laughing for the tenth time. In general, everything is in order.
The first day.
We were brought to the Long Beach 4 * hotel early in the morning, optimistically saying that breakfast was not allowed on the day of arrival. Eating the first impressions of the country are not particularly upset. Having reached our room on the 13th floor, we arrange a quick inspection. Yes, a solid four, but the snow-white beds of the bed immediately add a plus to it! The view from the window is not offensive: directly - skyscrapers, on the right - the Gulf of Thailand.

Let's go look for a nearby cafe for breakfast. Hunger pretty quickly tells you where to go. From greed, we immediately order 4 large crabs! We eat two at once. One in the evening, before a walk. We eat the latter for several days, but we don’t finish eating until the end.
We descend to meet the guide. Looking through the eyes of a guide, I put our air tickets next to me on the table. After a few seconds, I lower my eyes - and freeze: there are no tickets! In shock, we rush around the reception. The guide reassures us that almost all tickets are electronic and they will be restored to us in a couple of days. Sign up for tomorrow morning excursion to the crocodile farm.
Going outside, we catch a tuk-tuk and set off....yes, exactly: on Walking Street!
Second day.
We return from the first Thai walk around six in the morning.
At eight o'clock the guide's phone call wakes us up:
-We have been waiting for twenty minutes for you alone to go to the crocodiles!
On autopilot I answer:
We'll be there in 5 minutes!
I lay down the phone, after which we unanimously agree with my friend that they are not able to ride crocodiles even under torture. About what we call the guide back. The question of going to breakfast is not even discussed.
Day three.
The second Thai walk turned into easy acquaintances, as a result of which it lasted until five in the morning. Due to the fatigue accumulated during the night, breakfast was considered inappropriate. Especially since the last snack yesterday was grasshoppers. . .
In the afternoon, the guide calls and informs us that our tickets were not electronic, but issued by hand, so it is impossible to restore them....impossible. Maybe only with a fine and that is not yet known. Let's go hysterical!!!!
I go downstairs, for the hundredth time I ask the "receptionists" - did they find it? Shaking their heads - no! I beg you to interview all the workers in the lobby. After 10 minutes, the barmaid from the bar brings the coveted tickets! Without asking anything, I grab them and begin to believe in miracles!
Day four.

At half past five in the morning we returned from a night walk in the rain! We handed over the umbrellas given to us at the reception, about which the Thai employee made a note on his hand with a felt-tip pen. Half an hour later, the bus takes us on a tour of the River Kwai. Only paid for it $ 360 keep us from the temptation to fall asleep right in the lobby! The dry rations given to us for the journey do not allow us to say that we finally tasted a hotel breakfast!...
Day five.
We spent the night, or rather went to bed in the morning in an ethnic hotel on the river. They opened their eyelids a few minutes before the end of breakfast. But all the same, it would hardly have taken place. at the sight of food began to stir up. That's it, damn poisoning! Either the Thai jerky was running up, or the Thai whiskey did not work. Grasshoppers are beyond suspicion.
Day six.
Today is my birthday!
And yesterday we returned from an excursion late in the evening completely exhausted. Found in their room unpretentious cleaning and unknown men's beach shorts. Building guesses about how they got to us, slightly cheered up. Realizing that it was physically impossible to get to Walking Street today, we decided to symbolically sit in a cafe opposite the hotel. Another playful acquaintance allowed me to go to bed only after four in the morning....
So here it is! I did not dare to torture myself with the torture of getting up for breakfast on my own birthday! I don't regret anything.
Day seven.
Today at ten in the morning we say goodbye to Pattaya and drive for 2 days to Bangkok. Those. there is a chance to get breakfast.
But you understand: yesterday was the last Pattaya evening! Evening was followed by night, although the details of it are already blurred.
. . . In the morning we barely had time to pack things into suitcases and at ten zero three we crammed into the bus. On the run, we photographed a huge orchid at the entrance to the Long Beach 4 * hotel! Didn't get to eat breakfast....