In the Mary/Peach taxi, the Fruit isn't enjoying the odors of Bangkok.
Wil is paying his cab driver after being dropped off. "One hundred, one hundred," he insists. "I know Thailand, my brother." "My brother"? Yeesh. After he negotiates with the cabbie and gives a flippant pseudo-bow, the cabbie drives off. In short order, Wil and Tara notice that they're not actually at the bus station where they wanted to go. "He dropped us off in the middle of nowhere," the Weasel notes. Whee! I would really like to think the cabbie dropped them off in the middle of nowhere intentionally for being so unbelievably rude, because that would just please me to no end. Seriously, I want to see that happen someday to one of these teams that are so abusive to people like taxi drivers and ticket agents and such. I want somebody to get burned, and if it was Wil right here, then it couldn't happen to a more deserving guy.
Mary and the Fruit make the third bus to Ratchaburi.
Wil and Tara argue some more as they stuff their stuff into yet another taxi. "You just want to play your way, angry-little-man way," she remarks. "This is my fault?" he drones sarcastically. Yes, Wil, it's your fault if you're stranded because your driver couldn't stand you, because as much as I don't dig Tara, in other company I suspect she might be perfectly all right. The problem is you, "dude," whether you know it yet or not. When they're on their way, she says she's been asking him for two days to chill out, and he hasn't. Of course, this is because his "chill out" switch rotted and fell off long ago, but I suppose hope springs eternal.
And now for a few travel updates: Cha-Cha-Cha and the Teeth are close together, approaching the Ratchaburi bus...Taraweasel jumps on a bus to Ratchaburi, but it looks quite different from the buses everyone else is taking...in a cab, Fern teaches Cha-Cha-Cha how to say "hurry up." Heh. Alas, despite this, the Teeth beat them to the bus station and get on the next bus.
Jeebus finally makes it off the water taxi, but now they can't find the bird market. Huge props to the camera guy who grabbed this week's Sad Irony Shot, which is of a big sign that says "BIRD MARKET" with an arrow in the foreground, and then features a little pan over to Russell and Cyndi walking in the opposite direction from the arrow. That is a fine, fine piece of work, and I'm surprised they managed to nab it without tipping Jeebus off. At any rate, even after they are within hearing distance of the cheeping birds at the market, they have a terrible time finding it, even wasting valuable time climbing a long set of stairs only to find nothing at the top.