Bangkok

My exstensive and thorough research for my trip to Bangkok had consisted of watching ‘The King and I’ and downloading ‘One night in Bangkok’ (from the musical Chess) onto my playlist. I wasn’t intending on wearing crinolines (well not all the time) but as it turned out, despite the disappointing lack of Yul Brynner, the old Siam was still very much to be found.

I was staying in Bangkok’s old city, down by the river at The Aurum River Place hotel. Arriving a good four hours before I could check in I had to jump in the deep end and venture forth. It was almost as if someone had set a sound stage for ‘authentic Bangkok street scene’ because it was all there. Exotic street food vendors, market stalls, Buddhist monks, tuk tuks, workers in rags carrying giant sacks of rice on their backs, traffic police in white gloves (and wellies?) and the general smell of sweat mixed with cooking oil.

Even my hotel robe smelt like it had been deep fat fried. Or maybe it was me, I’m very sure I’d been deep fat fried.

As I’m struggling with both my cognitive abilities and fat thumbs at using and generally making sense of this blogging business (literally taken 2 days to publish one haphazard post!!!) I will be brief, post a load of photos and amuse you with my hilarious quips later on.

Wish me luck.