So I rolled into town on the overnight bus from Mae Sot. It took about 8 hours. It was very comfortable and I slept some.
Arrived to a rainy Bangkok, hopped in an overpriced taxi and by 5 a.m. was at Kho San Rd. This is the main backpacker area and the center of expat hedonism. It’s always fairly gross but more forgivable when you have a beer buzz and are scoring deals at the market in the evening. At dawn its raining and garbage litters the street. Hookers continue to ply their wears in the half-light. Drunken, flabby Caucasians stagger down the street whooping and laughing. Gross.
I found refuge, as I did in Moscow, at McDonalds. I didn’t want to eat but I did a little. Chatted with an Argentine woman travelling alone. We bitched about the decadence and the weather.
Doesn’t seem like the rain is stopping soon. I’ll grab some used paperbacks, a few pairs of pants for yoga, and a $2 pedi. Then its off to the hotel. No Reclining Buddah for me…been there. Don’t get me wrong I like Bangkok but my advice: skip the 5 a.m. show on Kho San. It’s not for the sober.
