MY HANDS ARE THAI – ‘D
We eventually had enough of being sleepy sloths in Vietnam and decided to get the blood flowing in one of our favourite camps we know – Bangkok. Yes, it’s virtually third world. But there’s something about Bangkok that we’ve loved for years… Be it the relaxed locals, the delectable street eats or the $2 gym clothing (we suspect it to be the latter), but we just love Bangkok for the good, the bad and the flat out fugly. We have discussed before that should we ever live abroad, it would be Bangkok No.1 Candidate. Regardless of fellow pals trying to tempt us, the “London thing” just wasn’t, isn’t, never will be a chapter in our book – nor will any place other than Newcastle, NSW, Australia. We (Kez), managed to score a super cheap deal on the Banyan Tree Hotel in Bangkok so we hunkered down again for the next few days and bathed in the OTT luxury that was all inclusive. We were rubbed and scrubbed, three times a day in the local day spa for a “touch” (intentional pun) of the genuine Thai massage experience. We stalked the local markets and shopped up a storm, we dined in establishments less western than Goldberg’s Cafe, but most Payne-Leacy traditionally, we had an Alf Stewart flaming ball! Our advice is, don’t write off BKK based on the intense fecal odor. It really is an amazing city. Pooh smell aside.
DISCLAIMER:
The aforementioned brag-fest is totally justified due to our accommodationally-deprived lifestyle for the previous 6 months so a word to the haters: Be Happy!
WIN:
Our last night in BKK, we decided to have a night on the roof top bar/restaurant of our hotel. Too many fanshy smanshy details to discuss right here, right now, but feel free to take our word for it… AMAZING!!!!
FAIL:
Having a ridiculously tasty meal on the side of the road and watching the owner soon run out the restaurant entrance chasing after a rat! Correction; A RODENT! VOM…
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