Bangkok or bust!

We left Athens in a bit of a hurry. As I may or may have not mentioned earlier, we met this really cool guy, Sam, that was the night shift guy at the hostel we stayed at in Athens. Well, when we found out we were getting our luggage back from the airline (they left our luggage in Milan, did I mention that??) we were so excited that we decided to go have some drinks and brought Sam along since the reason he was working there was because he showed up basically with no money and the guy that ran the hostel gave him a job so he could eventually meet up with his dad who was travelling through Italy. Sam was great but not the most responsible. He apparently had fallen asleep at the desk the night before, kept the music up too loud and was drinking on the job. He was fired from the front desk position but was being moved to bartender, but still was able to make some extra money doing peoples laundry (2 euros per load). Sam, is 24, and grew up on a vineyard outside Melbourne. He was such a cool guy - or so we thought. So anyway, after taking him out for some drinks to celebrate the impending arrival of our luggage we returned to the hostel. We decided that we wanted to start fresh in Southeast Asia - new plan, new outlook, clean clothes. Sam had about ten euros to his name so we thought we would give him our laundry to do and we'd get clean clothes and he would make some more money. We gave him everything around 11pm (he had to work the night shift one last time to train the new guy so he was up all night mind you). Our flight left at 3pm the next day so we had to be at the airport by 1pm since it was an international flight. Around 11am we go down to get out laundry. It wasn't ready. 11:30- it wasn't ready. Finally at noon we went down and demanded our laundry. We received a trashbag filled with sopping wet clothes. Now Sam "claimed" that he put the laundry in the dryer at 3am and checked it again at 6am and it wasn't dry. Andrea and I both knew he was full of shit. He forgot about it and now we had to travel LATE to the airport with wet clothes in our bags. The only reason I tell you this is because it seems no matter what we do the odds are always working against us.
Enough about laundry. We made the flight fine and Gulf Air which I was a little nervous to fly turned out to be the nicest flight I have ever taken. We arrived in Bahrain around 9pm. It was so surreal. Most of the women were wearing the long black robes, some of which even had everything covered but their eyes, which was kind of freaky. A lot of the men were walking around in the white robes with briefcases. There was a Lamborgini for sale at Duty Free. It was all pretty crazy. And of course, in true form, Andrea and I hear "last call for flight 150 to Bangkok" so we are literally running through the airport to the gate so we don't miss our flight. We get there and everyone had just started to line up so we were fine, but still - so embarassing. The flight from Bahrain was fine, but I sat in front of this guy that looked just like Sadam - and I'm not just saying that because of the middle eastern thing. It could have been his twin. He kept hitting the back of my seat and I wanted to turn around and punch him in the face. That would have been just like me though (the american, always turning to violence) so I refrained, turned around and gave him a really mean look and changed seats. I sure showed him.
We are now in Bangkok at this really nice hotel, suggested to us by some friends we met in Cinque Terre. We have been ordering room service and had a massage yesterday. Food is like $3 a plate and the one hour massage was only $10. It was a little awkward though because it was a tradistional thai massage and I didn't really know what that consisted of, but at one point this tiny woman stands on the back of my thighs, bends my knees up and pulls my arms back. It felt like some sort of Cirque Du Soliel act. Nice, but I had a hard time not laughing at some moments.
So...so far, so good. Will let you know what happens once we finally make a plan on where to go and what to do next.