i now know how to say "black coffee" in thai

A day before the trip, I stumbled upon the NY Times article "36 Hours in Bangkok" and, of the 12 things they listed to do, we did or were in the area of seven of them. Not too shabby.

First off, Bangkok. Is. Beautiful.
No, seriously.
Beautiful.

We got there around noon on Saturday and left on a 6:45 am flight out on Tuesday. The city is really developed (it reminded me of Toronto, actually), has an excellent Sky Train system, a nice water ferry system that goes along the river, and incredible shopping, both in the night/street markets and at the upscale malls. I took about 660 pictures throughout the entire trip, not even exaggerating.

The first thing we did was take an hour-long long boat ride on the river that runs through the city.

The locals wave at you from the sides as you pass by.

Riding in tuk tuks is kind of like speeding around on the highway in a golf cart.

Reclining Buddha at Wat Pho. I had to wrap a silk scarf around my shoulders and my waist because I was not appropriately dressed to enter the temple.

A view of Bangkok at night from the Sky Train station.

Who needs malls when you have night markets? Everything in Bangkok is super cute, well-made, and cheap. Bargaining is also a whole lot easier too.

Pad Thai in Thailand!




The plaza between Siam Center and Siam Paragon, which are trendy and upscale, respectively.

Front row at the Calypso lady boy cabaret show.




The Kai-Jo Brothers play every Sunday at a bar near our guesthouse, we learned. They were straight up reggaeton.

We, of course, danced.

Dim sum in Chinatown.

Water ferries are my favorite.

Monks have their own special "space for monks" on the ferry.

We toured the Jim Thompson House, which was the home of the architect Jim Thompson, who was born in New York but moved to Thailand after he fell in love with the culture. He collected art and also helped establish the silk industry. Nobody knows what happened to Jim Thompson in the end because he disappeared while on a trip, but common theories include him getting killed by a tiger, getting kidnapped, and getting killed by a bus.


Dinner for our last night was at Cabbages & Condoms, a themed restaurant promoting safe sex.

Please note the "Democrat" and "Republican" options.

Night market in the Red Light District.

These men on the side would come up to you with their cards, which all listed the different show options for the night, and ask if you want a "sexy show" or "super pussy."


Our bus stop was by the Democracy Monument.

Tourist attractions in the night market near our guesthouse.

It was always a good idea at the time. (In my defense, I had an hour of sleep the night before.)