Kind of surprising- it usually isn't the case- but there're no pictures of me, and my road to Thailand today.
Tell the truth, I was a little frazzled.
Why, exactly, I don't know.
Perhaps I hadn't been expecting myself to go back to Thailand.
Perhaps too I hadn't been expecting myself to be at the same lounge as I were the last time in late November in Terminal 3 waiting to board Thai Lion Air's last flight of the day to Bangkok.
Nevertheless I'm glad for this flight, even if it be one where I board it like many other places do, taking a bus to the tarmac, and climbing up the ramp.
A bit of a delay there was this time round- something to do with air traffic, the pilot said- but the plane departed around 2200 and we reached BKK close to midnight local time.
At Don Mueang we managed to get a Grab to the hotel.
It was a new area we chose this time at 42 Sukhumvit Hotel & Serviced Residences close to the Ekkamai BTS Station.
And because I had forgotten just how quiet some streets of BKK could be, I was a little surprised when the car turned out of the well-lit highway into what seemed like a dark stretch of road.
But the driver found the address pretty easily, and soon we were out of the car, luggage on the driveway, looking at the (dim) lights of the (empty) lobby, wondering how to get inside.
Relieved I am to say that the hotel has their own protocol for wee-hour arrivals like us.
No sooner had we gotten our bags off the boot of the car that the uniformed security officer (who had been at this table all along) popped up.
He got our names, looked at our passports, ticked us off inside a book (literally checking us in) handed us our key cards, brought us to the lift lobby and up to the fourth floor where on this very late evening we entered Room 404.