Like I say, this was my only regret of my travels, not filming this absolutely historic and radical happening in my life.

I couldn’t be bothered with the long way so I took a motorcycle taxi as I have done many times in Bangkok. It’s a scary thing to do, they duck and weave in and out of traffic and you hang on for dear life. You search the older blokes as they have the more experience on a bike.

This fella was waving me down and so I negotiated a fee. 400 baht down to 150 in seconds flat. That’s a little over AUD$5. I said to him that if he gets me there safely I will give a tip. His face lit up.

I had my little backpack on and tucked everything away as I know it was going to be a hell of a trip on the back of this 250cc bike. Everything secured, this is my regret, not keeping out my Flip video camera for those potentially great occurrences that just may occur. To be honest, I was just considering what would happen if I was to fall off..

We took off down Kaosan Road, straight into the heart of the RedShirt March. I mean, straight into and through the heart of it. There were by this time in the arfternoon, 100,000 Red Shirt demonstrators just around the corner, and we parted them to the dismay of the organisers. There were barricades, soldiers and police, there was tension vibrating through Red shirt chants, cause this was the day that it was apperently going to get real fiesty. My taxi bloke insisted that we go straight through the march, defying attempts by Red Shirt oarganisers to stop and go back. Man, I so wish I had the foresight to have my camera filming, cause this was really amazing. Only about 50 meters from where the huge stage had been erected as the heart of the demonstration for the past 3 weeks, we beeped and bustled and he screamed at the people all dressed in red to get out of the way. We were only at a crawl so I could have been filming.. bummer, would have been a real hit on youtube I bet.

It took us about 10 mins to get through, and we both cheered each other and laughed as he hit the throttle and I hung on for my anticipated hell fast trip. 30 minutes later after many a bump on the dodgy Bangkok roads, my helmet coming off on the motorway at one stage, we made it to Sukhimvit and he was well impressed about his timing. Now he could go back there through the back way and look for another fare, but no doubt he would take another route…

It was one of those amazing experiences that make me the person I am, whatever colour shirt I am wearing.. blessed.

Just for the record, the current Thai government has met with the Red Shirts today and yesterday, and there is a lot of talking to do yat. Check it out in line if you are interested and see where the stage is and wonder how me made it through…