12/19/09: Bangkok, Thailand
How many modes of transportation does it take to get from the Bangkok bus station to your hostel?
- Local bus to Khao San Road, because that’s the only place we could get anyone to explain to us how to get to. Heck, we couldn’t even figure out which bus station we were dropped off at – did you know Bangkok has at least three bus stations? I know, it seems like overkill to me too!
- Another local bus, which would take us to a stop near our hostel – but wait, this is the express! The express doesn’t go to our hostel stop! Uh-oh, better get off. In the confusion, we may have forgotten to pay our fare. Please don’t report us.
- Tuk-tuk to the nearest BTS (monorail) station. Because we have directions from there. No, really, we do.
- BTS to our station, which was the last stop. At least there can be no confusion there.
- Our own four legs (two legs each) for the last 12 minutes to our hostel. Surprisingly, we don’t get lost.
Three hours after our bus arrived in Bangkok, we finally checked into our hostel. I know we graduated college two years ago, but sometimes it doesn’t seem like we really should have been able to. There needs to be some sort of practical exam before they let you go roaming around the world like this.
But the good thing about a day that starts like that is that it can only get better – which it did. After a mid-morning nap, we had lunch at the Emporium food court, and I could go on and on about how amazing food courts outside of the U.S. are, but I won’t. People, just remember: if you go to Southeast Asia, make sure you eat at the food courts. It’s delicious.
We then spent the afternoon wandering around the famous Chatuchak Weekend Market. It’s a giant area of endless stalls filled with clothes, paintings, furniture, housewares, puppies, you name it. And take it from someone who loves to shop – it was overwhelming. The inner walkways were really narrow and filled with people, and we spent the first half without a map, which made it impossible to navigate. I had a few moments of panic when all we could see were rows and endless rows of more stalls and I thought we might die in a mountain of clothing and knickknacks and coin purses with tiny elephants on them. But we just followed a faint ray of sunshine and eventually ended up out on a main road. We didn’t buy very many things, but if I had a lot of money and a big suitcase, I would have happily spent another day there filling it up.
Thought of the Day: Thai iced tea is Thai! I don’t know how I forgot that.
Picture of the Day: I’m pretty sure all of Bangkok was at the market with us. See?