Laundry time

So we did laundry yesterday. It started out routine enough - sort the clothes in the room, decide what will be washed hot/cold and that. Beth ventured downstairs to ask the people at our check-in desk where the closest washing machine was (we're back in Bangkok on Kao San Road, the super touristy, Johnny Walker Whiskey at every turn, drunk vacationers getting neon braids they'll regret tomorrow and signs for "tattos - experts services" all around... so we figured laundry would be close by and normal enough). Close by it was...normal 'twas not. Beth was informed by the helpful front desk attendants that nobody around here does there own laundry; instead we were to visit the man in the alley adjacent to our hostel and leave our clothes with him. Right. Visit him Beth did (there's people everywhere, so not as sketch as it may sound), and she was instructed to place our clothes on a scale. The man weighed them, made a note, handed her a slip of notebook paper with a number and told her to come back by 9pm for clean clothes. We came back around 8...and the alley was deserted save for a youngish guy selling bootleg cd's (3 for 100 Baht - a pretty outrageous deal. Let me know if you want a Backstreet Boys cd.) Puzzled, we asked him if he knew where the laundry man was. He took our slip, rummaged around underneath his table o'cd's and found a bag labeled with our number. Not sure that location was the best place to put clean laundry, but whatever. We were happy with the end result- good smelling, expertly folded laundry and even knotted underwear. What service! Today we took a day trip to a nearby beach town, Cha-am today, and are super tired, so it's bedtime. Enjoy the posted pictures - hope they come through all right. Will write more soon. Hugs. --Amy