The Know it All and the Escape Plan
After using the excuse that I had to research our trip a little more, I finally relented and moved to Stuart’s table. It had nothing to do with the fact I had been sitting there and was being completely ignored. However, my move seemed rather pointless as both Stuart and Anne were so deeply entrenched in conversation they didn’t even notice. Anne was in full swing with her questions.
“So we have to wear long pants and shirts to visit the royal palace?”
“Yea,” Stuart nodded as if he was a walking Lonely Planet. “Otherwise they won’t let you in. Oh, and make sure to buy your tickets at the gate and not outside.”
“Why?” Anne asked, as if her life depended on it.
“Touts. Bangkok’s full of touts. They’ll tell you anything to make a sale and sell you anyt
