Gods Party

Bangkok Bangkok. Ok in my previous post I might have sounded slightly skeptical about this place, but there’s actually more to it than just drink tourists everywhere. There are also Buddhist God’s parties in the King’s Grand Palace!!! Wonderful.

This morning I felt just a little bad about not having gone beyond the Rambuttri Street, a little street packed with Guest Houses, 24h bars, food stalls and tourist T-shirts. So with my new Danish friend – Jacob – we went to the King’s Grand Palace. After having paid the 10$ admission fee we finally made it inside this holy place and crawled our way through the crowds of tourists. I had forgotten how much I can’t stand such crowds.

Anyhow, we followed the 10h30 free English speaking tour guide so we heard some interesting stories, which I will not relate here because it is not appropriate; and also because I didn’t really listen.

And there is more! The crowded streets, busy almost 24h even where there’s no tourists, the food smells (humm padthai), the suffocating heat, your head exploding from the spicy food at every meal time, the Thai language (sounds really crazy), the Buddha all around the city… Bangkok is just Bangkok.

Bangkok's clouded sky.

Bangkok. At first I had not planned at all to come here. Then I arrived in Central Asia, realised that I would not be able to go back to China, and thus I would have to fly to Bangkok from Almaty or Tashkent (Uzbekistan) in order to catch another flight for Hong Kong. And then I finally got overflown by the visa hardship of Central Asia and was forced to prematurely leave this area. And once again Bangkok was the only other place to go, so now here am I, in Bangkok, the city of Angels.

My first contact with the spirit of Thailand was the couple travelling next to me on the plane from Abu Dabi. He was old, full of tatoo, drunkard, British; she was young, pretty, petite, Thai. Nice!!! Very nice indeed. And then the streets crowded of tourists drinking bug cocktails in 24h bars, ending up sleeping on the sidewalk for some of them.

The worst was to see a 9 years old girl selling flowers at 3 a.m in front of a bar, completely high on exctasy. She was walking like a robot as her locomotion system was corrupt by the drug. And no one else took notice. I was shocked, especially since the day before I had watched Slumdog Millionaire… And the drunk tourists continuing their drinking as fervently as ever.

Another young guy who was selling lighters in order to make enough money to go back to school the year after told me: “welcome to Bangkok!”