Well after driving up and down Rama IV Road a few times, I ask the driver to just take me to a hotel that is not too expensive, but not too cheep. Actually the first place he took me to didn't have a fax machine I could use so I asked to be taken to one with a fax machine, so he brought me a hotel called “The Malaysia Hotel”. I had no idea of the colourful past of this hotel, I was only to find out about that later.

Well I spent a lot time in this room praying that I might hear from the people at the church. I had sent them a fax letting them know where I was. So I just waited in my room in case I got a reply...