After a quick shower back at the hotel, we went to dinner at a restaurant called Vertigo that was recommended to us by my brother, Jimmy, who had been to Thailand a few years back with my sister-in-law, Daphne. The open-air restaurant was located on the top of a 47-story skyscraper. When I say on top, I mean literally on-top as we were outside with no roof over our heads. The views were magnificent and to keep from ruining them there was only candlelight. To see the menus, everyone got their own little flashlights. After ordering the flashlights were taken away, so you couldn’t see your food once it arrived, but no big deal.
It had taken us about 3x the time it should have to get to the restaurant from our hotel via taxi because of the Red Shirt protests. They had closed down the center of the city and because of this traffic was atrocious as everyone tried to navigate from one side of the city to the other without crossing the center. After we had finished eating dinner, we could hear the sounds of the protests starting up for the night and could make out someone leading the crowds through a megaphone. It was eerie as we could hear what was happening, but couldn’t actually see anything because we were too far away.
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