Trip Start Oct 16, 2008
20Trip End Oct 15, 2009
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Khao San road is basically that island in pinnochio where everybody gets hammered, smokes and turn into donkeys. Take a side street and the prices nearly half and everything gets a bit cooler. Strange to say we actually enjoyed it here.
Next day was bombing around from temple to temple on a Tuk Tuk. Class wee jobs, it's just a pity it's such hard work to stop them trying to take you to Tailors and Gem shops so they can get commission. Found a nice wee cafe off the Khao San and got drunk with an older English guy called Bryan on the second night. Got the life story from him, from serious mother issues to kidnapped in Isreal, then the old born again Christian bombshell (thankfully without any cloying). Interesting guy. Did my best to sort his life out for him. : )
Torie got her first Thai massage the next day. Lots of reading and chilling for me. Back on the tourist trail the next day with the National Museum and the Grand Palace. There's a sign outside the Grand palace that says "DON'T TRUST WILY STRANGERS" in big letters and that is as right as can be. Had at least 3 different guys try to convince us that the palace was closed to farang (foreigneers as my Dad would say) until 3pm and that we should go somewhere else then come back. But we waited to see if any other farang went in and followed them. Was getting a bit templed out at this stage but the Grand Palace is just spectacular. Just whacked up all of our pictures from there. Massive scale model of Angkor Wat in Cambodia there as well which we should be seeing later.
That night was an intensive mission round the market stalls on Khao San. Pig in shite territory for Torie again.
Was getting antsy to head up to Chiang Mai in the north so we booked our overnight sleeper train for the 26th. Was having breakfast and happened to glance over at the Bangkok Post a fellow patron was reading and saw that the PAD(People's alliance for Democracy) had taken over Bangkok Airport and shut it down. Good time to get the feck out of dodge on a train before they all get booked up. Second class sleeper train travel with a few beer chang was quality. (Nikki and Pa: No pretzels in, in the bar car) . Toilet is basically a hole going straight down to the tracks below. *There was a guy looking for people to swap murders with him to commit the perfect crime. No takers. He just wandered off down the carriage muttering, "criss cross" "criss cross" "criss cross". And I don't think he meant the singing youngsters from the early nineties with backward trousers*
*Entire portion is a hitchcockian pile o' shite*
Current listening: LCD Soundsystem - Sound of Silver