Bangkok, or What am I going to do with all this dong?

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am in the Bangkok airport.  At an internet terminal.  Because I'm on my way to Bangalore and have a 6-hour layover.  And I'm bored.

 

Oh, and the @#$%ing money changer wouldn't change my Vietnamese dong into anything.  Not even a paper crane.  She looked pretty content with herself, too--here's a transcript:

 

ME: ...so you can't change my dong?

HER (grinning as if she was about to tell me it was raining ice cream): Nope!

ME: What am I going to do with all this dong?

 

The moral of the story: Use your dong in Vietnam.

The offer: if anyone has any use for my 200,000 dong (~$12 US), let me know.  I can arrange the transfer of the goods (dong).

 

Adios!