Oh Sweet Sweet Bangkok, there is nothing like you
15.01.2003 - 01.06.2007 30 °C
It was the most terrifying moment of my life, when I was taking off by plane from Osaka. They announced that we would be in Bangkok, Thailand with a destination time of 5 hours. I looked at the asian man beside me, he was sleeping and I realized I was one of the only caucasian on the flight. I had been planning the trip for a few months and hadn't really thought about what it would be like to travel to a different hemisphere, alone with a broken wrist at that. Within minutes of getting through customs, I had met two Americans. One was nerdy but trustworthy, he had come on the search for coffee beans and was heading further to Indonesia. The other American had caught a lift on a navy plane from some base he worked on. He came for the thai prostitutes but he was a blast and we went out in the shady streets of Bangkok. I fell in love with Thailand and the city that night and still love to go back to it for the old memories and creation of new memories. It's the monks I hear at 5 am when I stay at my regular hotel, it's the tuk tuk drivers asking "where you go", it's the morning vendors that offer up fresh tangerine juice and huge bowls of muesli and fruit. The morning is the only time the air feels fresh in Bangkok is morning. I do love the heat of the afternoon though, where you lounge in a hostel restaurant reading your book sipping on a banana milkshake. The night brings the excitement of farangs walking around hammered on the crowded streets of Khao San. I love the street entertainment and the vibe. My favorite passtime beside haggling for goods is drinking a bucket at the bus bars and talking to people from everywhere. I do love Bangkok!