Bangkok: Cruising Around the City
Bangkok is no place for baby backpackers. After some rest, Louise and I quickly got our bearings because the city demands street smarts, efficiency and energy. Bangkok is old and new and wild and sacred. Spending three days in the city was the perfect amount of time to see gorgeous temples, try authentic Thai street food, and explore the markets along the region’s rivers. Afterwards, though, we felt anxious to travel north to cooler climates and laid-back lifestyles.
Rivers to the Rescue
We started our second day in Bangkok by choosing a little cafe for breakfast. There were no tourists there, and nothing was in English. We pointed and smiled and hoped for the best when our food was served. Rice for breakfast is something we’re getting used to, and whatever was on it tasted delicious. Louise is a world-class slow eater, and adding chopsticks to the situation means that we were lapped four times by patrons cycling through the restaurant.
Craving some breeze and beauty, Louise and I walked to a pier on the Chao Praya River to hop on the Thai Express Boat. We toured the river and got off at Chinatown, Wat Arun, and the Flower Market.
Frenzy at the Famous Markets
The two most famous markets in Bangkok are the Damnoen Saduak Floating Market and the Maeklong Railway Market. Both are actually located outside the city, and depending on traffic, it can take more than two hours to drive there. We arose early to meet our driver, but “due to traffic jam,” he was two hours late arriving to our hostel. Standstill traffic halted our progress, too, and it took more than two hours of nauseating stop-and-go driving to get there.
Luckily, our non-English-speaking driver had an amazing, karaoke-worthy CD for us, filled with 90s American love songs. Was this the CD he plays for all female tourists he drives around? Or is this the music he actually listens to? Either way, it was ridiculously fun to sing to All-4-One’s “I Swear,” Edwin McCain’s “I’ll Be,” and Savage Garden’s “Truly Madly Deeply,” all while our driver’s little Emerald Buddha swung from his rearview mirror.
By Mel Grau