Daily Prompt: Choose Your Adventure
Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion.
He was walking along the dark streets of Bangkok, looking lost. His body was still on Pacific time, so he felt like he was 14 hours behind. As he looked for his destination, he looked up and down the side streets. He didn’t want to ask, any of the many Thais walking along the street, where is……?

… the Bangkok Hilton? He knew sleep was the only cure for his jet lag but he hadn’t been able to find his hotel yet. The directions had seemed so easy to follow when he’d looked them up online before his trip, but the flight and the time change and the dark streets had all colluded to get him well and truly lost.
So he found a quaint guest house, overlooking the river, and fell asleep on a mat as the water lapped against the stilts holding up the porch.
Yeah… that sounds nice.
Is there even a Hilton in Bangkok? I’ve never been, but I had friend who went for a week a few years ago and I think he stayed in some sort of “hut” thing…
…the restaurant that was featured in the inflight magazine. Luckily he had ripped out the page. Being brave he approached a Thai that was sweeping the steps of their store. Pointing to the picture and shrugging his shoulders with a look of please help on his face the Thai pointed over his shoulder. he turned around and there it was “En Thai Sing” and it sure was to the hungry traveller.
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Now to see if the restaurant truly deserved a 6 chilli rating!
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the best Ukranian restaurant?
As he still wondered why Zagat said the world’s best Ukrainian restaurant was in BKK.
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…………where is this place? and who am i? ………
Ouch!
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Golden Silk Massage Parlor… He was a bit embarrassed to admit that his favorite, adventurous aunt owned a successful massage parlor in Bangkok. He was meeting her for dinner but didn’t want to give people the wrong idea. He trudged along for 15 minutes and finally caved in. He asked a nicely dressed Thai man for directions to the address on the card Aunt Jane had given him.
“Golden Silk? Sure, follow me I’m on my way there now!”
Ah serendipity!
Ah but the Chinese side of my family, has always had an Asian view of things such as this. It’s the western influence that colors my cheeks most often.