Border town fuck around

Bangkok... A mad jumble of bright lights, slick fashion and dim futures. This place thrives only on the hustle, the worlds greatest college for con men. Six minutes in this city takes six hours to wash off and I feel as though just being here has changed my core. Brings me back to dark days and bare knuckles in Carson City, as this is the only place that compares to the brute trickery of Thailand's evil empire. Lucky enough, I'll only remain in hell for a few long hours... or as it turns out, a few more then anticipated. Not one hour into Thailand and we've fallen victim to our first scheming fuck off. Two first class sleeper car tickets on one late night train to the northern Kingdom of Chaing Mai. Simple enough. It is explained to us we must show up at twenty minutes to nine o'clock, once again, simple enough. "Now is very popular time Chaing Mai, all hotel sold out. This ok, I get you nice room, come me." Barks the 4' 9" teenage hustler selling us these tickets, I can taste the fuck around in the air. "No thanks" otherwise translated, Fuck you. With this we're off screaming into the Siam night like two fat Falang
(Literal translation "French", but they call everyone this and somehow don't think we can tell they are talking about us) wallets just waiting to be plucked, fried and stuffed in the mouth of this leering hungry metropolis. Weather its the Bang or the Kok I don't know. We return a half hour early, just in case, only to find our tickets were for the seven o'clock train. We are kindly informed that we will recieve no refund and the only available seats for the nine o'clock train are third class. I puke in my mouth and come just shy of spitting it in this assholes smug fuck face I'm so angry. First thoughts, Fuck Thailand, get me to Cambodia... So we wait, and board a rickity shack on wheels headed for something better. A hard jolt begins our fifteen hour journey in filthy seats and hanging stink. Leaving behind the mad meth fueled banter of what must be the border town on the lake of fire. What lies ahead in Chaing Mai? If only I could have imagined...