Happy three year anniversary baby
A trip to the “Venice of the East.” Bangkok was a city that really stretched itself in its’ extremes of experiences. A cute fusion of east meets west. From the myriad of canal alleyways to the highly congested six lane highways surrounded customarily by the fog of emission fumes from “tuk tuk” (their cute equivalent of taxis only in a mini jeep style with open backs), to islands of oasis planted erratically amidst the polluted jungle; traditional, serene, pious “wats” (otherwise known as the extremely decorative temples where devote worship to Buddha statutes takes place). Our first day in Thailand took is to the very epicenter of commotion. We made our way to the Grand Palace in Bangkok; “the equivalent to the Houses of Parliament to London, the Colleseum to Rome,” informed my lonely planet guide. Maybe it was the harsh afternoon sun combined with the cumbersome traveling backpacks but I was more distracted or more accurately, blinded by the glittering tiles, saturated by the vividness of colour and impressive size of the temples. It was definitely ‘Grand,’ but not such a beacon of sanctuary as I had imagined. I guess the ambiance is somewhat spoilt if there are 500 odd tourists swarming here and there from one ‘important’ statute to the next.
….and then off to Pattaya where we were to stay for 4 nights, one of the most seedy and touristic places you can get in Thailand. Such stigma provided useful insights. The trip in the tuk tuk to our hotel revealed a bizarre world of thai girls dolled up for the evening pursuing the “white middle aged male species” in shady nightclubs glowing under red florescent lighting, pumping out tawdry karaoke songs; miscopies of celine dione’s “my heart will go on” and ronan keatan’s “if you say nothing at all.” Any white lads wanting to pull yet need to secure themselves of victory each time?.. pattaya's where its at.