Day 1 in Thailand this time

Glad to see this tree is still here and decorated

Day 1

It was September 3rd just after midnight when I arrived in Bangkok. Was it an ideal landing time? No, it was not. After leaving on the morning of September 1st from Portland, Oregon and 3 planes later I was glad to finally be there matter what time it was. I was also extremely relieved to find an ATM in which my card worked – whew! I walked out in to the humid night and got a ride in a hot pink cab from the airport, where the attentive cab driver smiled and helped me with my bag. He asked my name and responded with, “Same same Queen Elizabeth”

I checked into my nicer guesthouse (see: flashpacker) in the Ko Sarn Road area. Some drunk American yahoos woke me up shortly after I had fallen asleep. They were loud enough to get chastised by even the most forgiving Thai people. I thought briefly, maybe I’m just too old for this, then I thought I’d see how I’d feel after sleep.

Thankfully I slept until 11:15 and was awakened by the roar of tuk tuks. I knew by looking at the map that I’d be staying  near New Siam Guesthouse, where I’d stayed 11 years before. I realized when I walked downstairs that it was just across the street. The good real coffee with a little pitcher of milk, and a bowl of tropical fruit with yogurt that I’d remembered was still the same. Now that I’d been properly fueled up, I was prepared to meet the chaos that awaited outside.

Bangkok wat

I found immediate refuge in the wat – The Buddhist temples that are everywhere in Thailand. I took my shoes off, lit some candles and incense, saw monks studying, and I prayed. I emerged in the Khao San Road chaos, but found lots of pretty things I love, and one stupid thing I need – a pair of ‘RayBans’. Do you think they’re real for $5?. I can’t believe I forgot to pack my sunglasses.

Not surprised to see this guy...

...but a little surprised to see Ganesh, the hindu god, welcoming me to Buddhist Thailand

My second meal was Pad Thai on the street for 30 baht. Currently 30 baht = $1 USD. When I was here last time street Pad Thai was 20 baht, and the exchange was closer to 40 baht to a dollar. It’s twice as expensive now, but still cheap… and still good.

Street Pad Thai for 30 baht

Mmm, Pad Thai

The heat is stifling so I head to the internet place for some air conditioning. I was offered many times to buy a suit or dress, get a massage, or to take a tuk tuk taxi. Off to the wat again.

Back in my guesthouse, there is wifi, but it isn’t free, I had to buy a card. This allowed me a pleasant little exchange with Khun Ong, and my first attempt to practice Thai – it will not be an easy language.

Now it’s time for one of the things I have been so excited about Thai massage! For 200 baht an hour (yes, that’s about $6.50 USD) it’s lovely and relaxing.

A new friend - someone's pet from Chatuchak Market

I return to my room for a cool shower, then start wandering looking for dinner. I pass a few food carts, one is VW bus.

I stopped for a small bia Chang when a few drops of rain begin to fall. A plastic tarp goes up, which I think is in vain, then a literal monsoon takes place. I decide to move inside the VW bus where I was talking in attempted Thai to a guy named ‘Big’, who was wearing a shirt with the Dude from Big Lebowski. The monsoon did not cease. The plastic kept getting full and then dropping huge amounts of water on the street while taxis and cars were still going by. Had the rains been this bad before? I don’t think I was here for the rainy season.

'Big' the VW bus bartender

People from the Basque country escaping the rain in Bangkok

Bad weather has a tendency to bring people together. There had been a couple under the tarp splitting a large bia Chang and the woman came to get another. Big asked where she was from and I, who usually am pretty good with accents couldn’t guess where she was from. Basque country de España, I’ve never met anyone from there outside of Spain. Her name was Ane, and her boyfriend was Igor. We ended up talking in Spanish, which was infinitely easier than me trying to talk in Thai.

Occasionally I did the Spanish translation to Thai. This ended up being a kind of hilarious problem. A él no le gusta ahaan phet. – In SpanThai this is what I said to the waiter who looked at me like huh? Then I tried with broken Thai English, “He no want ahaan phet.” That worked better. Ahaan aroi! – The food was delicious. Green curry for about $3 – proper restaurant, yum!

Starting young. This is about the age people start driving motorbikes in Thailand

People from all over the world, delicious food, beautiful wats, hot weather, friendly people, Yep, after day 1, I still love Thailand!

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