I let myself sleep in a little on Sunday because I didn't have anything planned for the day except for checking into the hostel at 2PM. I think I woke up around 10 and just sat on the mattress staring into space/checking my phone/reading my book. I packed my backpack the night before so I wouldn't have to dig into it again and wake Jeff up with the rustling of the compression plastic.
Took a shower. Eventually Jeff woke up and asked if I wanted to get breakfast. He called up Ja and we agreed to meet up later at Sukhumvit. Well, it wasn't really breakfast -- given the time it's pretty much considered brunch.
We walked a bit - and by a bit, it was a good 30 minute walk (I think) - until we got ourselves onto Sukhumvit Soi 22 to this little hole-in-the-wall cafe called Gastro 1/6 that apparently only served breakfast. I looked at the menu and while it was on the pricey side, I was okay with it since it is my last meal with Jeff and Ja while I'm in Bangkok and it was a nice place and we did walk quite a bit and I was starving. That's a lot of 'ands' in one sentence.
We placed our orders and I was excited at the prospect of a big breakfast. So we waited for our order.
And we waited.
Waited a little bit more.
They did only have like 2 cooks and one server manning the whole place and it was a full house that day.
3 hours later, we got our breakfast. Well, I did. It was already lunchtime so I decided to just dig in before I start eating the table. The thought actually crossed my mind when we reached the 2-hour mark. Good thing it was a pretty good breakfast. Lunch. Thing.
After breakfast/brunch/lunch/FOOD, we headed back to the train station and we parted ways. I headed back to Lumphini to get my key and settle in.
But I guess being Malaysian was actually kinda interesting to them because somehow they have this notion that, Malaysia being a Muslim country, it was pretty strict.
We all became friends, and the conversation carried on way into the night.