Day 120. Bangkok, Thailand. Hopelessly lost.

Right, that's it, we're not going to Burma. This comes as a bitter disappointment as we'd done a lot of research and had even planned a loose itinerary. But as it stands, the cost of the airfare is just too prohibitive and we simply haven't time to commit to an overland trip.

A shame, especially after such a glowing report of the country from our friend Reiner who we met in the Philippines. Something to come back for though I suppose.

We chose the area of Bangkok we're staying in, Siam Square, ostensibly because it's where most of the foreign embassies are located. The other big attraction - if you're that way inclined - is the shopping. There are four or five mega Malls a short walk from our hotel that make any of the big shopping centres in Singapore seem like something Arkwright and Granville would run.

So, still reeling from being refused entry to Bar Swank last night, Wend went off, credit card in hand this morning to do that shoe shopping thing that girls do so well. I off course, opted out and we agreed to meet at an Internet cafe at lunchtime.

We then proceeded to find out exactly how big these bloody Malls really are. They all have 5 or 6 floors the size of Wembley, they're all home to at least 3 Internet cafes and - most tellingly - they all look exactly the sodding same.

Four hellish hours later we finally found each other, inside the right Mall but outside the wrong Internet cafe.

Maybe it's as well we're not going to Burma, we'd only get lost.