Bangkok by all accounts is supposed to be a bit marmite. It’s fascinating. I’m glad I was there and I think I left before I started hating on the place, but I’m in no hurry to go back. Apart from I have to go back to start my cycling in three weeks.
First thing – it is MASSIVE and makes London look like Swindon in comparison.
I was led to believe it would be frentic and chaotic like a sort of real life SE Asian Bladerunner with more fried things for sale, and it’s certainly hectic, sensory and especially colourful but not to the extent I was expecting. It’s more that there’s nowhere to rest and pause in peace, rather than it is too full on. It looks like it’s moving at a dramatic pace but actually pretty much everyone moves really slowly. Magic? Think it’s a place to visit, whether you like it or not.
First day was a wipeout with the time difference and sleep deprivation after previous nights living my London life at karaoke and a casino (no gambling, but still). Plus christ alive it’s hot. Threw my jumper and jeans away already. Slept. Slept some more. Then went out and at my first kick ass noodles for about 80p and did my first bit of sightseeing by putting my sunglasses on and staring at all the other people like me. Tourists everywhere and none seemingly as sweaty as me. Magic?
Spent much of the next few days walking and walking taking it all in and marvelling at just how huge it is. Post on temples and tourist attractions to follow. Highlights include China Town, the incredible temples and a sun shading river boat ride for 25p (48 Baht) that took 1.5 hours because I went the wrong way.