It's been a considerable amount of time since I've updated my blog. I'd like to say that it's because I didn't have access to the internet, or that it was unintentional, but it wasn't. It was truly because I've been far too busy having a life to care. But a byproduct of having somewhat of a life is having a crap load of pictures, which I now feel the need to regurgitate onto the internet like a photography bulimic. So the story begins here; in Bangkok, Thailand.
A couple days before my glorious paid-vacation time at the beginning of August, I felt a driving urge to run away. And so ran away I did; to a beautiful land where food and booze are cheap, and the people are wonderful (yet so very ethically slippery). Thailand also came with gorgeous tropical beaches, but we'll get to that later. We arrived in Bangkok in the evening, and settled in at a quaint little hotel in the downtown core;
But there were so many beautiful places to see! We ended up spending days just riding around the city in Tuk-Tuks (covered motorcycles with a bench in the back), staring at the scenery. Here we go;
Moving on. Temples and Bhuddas, oh my;
There were also these funny looking bald guys walking around in orange togas.... I was later informed that these were monks. And they're there in abundance;
Thai people are very protective of their King and Queen. It is seriously not cool to make fun of them, or even make negative comments about them. You can get thrown in jail for saying the King's hat looks funny (he likes to wear a cowboy hat a lot, so this can be difficult for some foreigners). You can get your ass kicked by the police for stepping on coins, because they have royal faces on them. And the royal family's pictures are everywhere, usually painted in giant murals at major intersections, or just in beautifully elaborate framed posters.
There was of course, the crazy nights out, complete with insane over-sized cocktails. Not many pictures of that, I'm afraid, since the giant cocktails got the better of me. Most of the drinks there had rum in them, which has a tendency to switch of the fine-motor-control part of my brain, and tricks me into thinking I can dance.
And then there were the little things that caught my eye. A creepy poster here, a strange sign there, and these are what most caught my eye;
I would like to make a note about the bathrooms and amenities in Thailand, or lack thereof. Let it be known that there are some places had beautiful bathrooms, with three ply toilet paper and automatic facilities. I am truly spoiled in Japan by the sentient waste-receptacles that I've become so accustomed to. Other places in Bangkok looked like they belonged in a 3rd world country. A very uncomfortable common toilet situation consisted of a hole in the ground with a murky bucket of water next to it, which you were expected to use to wash up afterward. EWWWWW. Some places (like the Bangkok train station) you had to PAY to use these "toilets." There also seemed to be a direct positive correlation between the disgusting "design" of the "toilet" and the complete lack of bowel control the users had on these devices. Lets just say I made a habit of carrying sanitary wipes and napkins with me everywhere. The "toilet" on the train was just a small room in the cabin with a whole in the ground that went straight onto the train tracks. Thailand is not known as a leader in health and sanitation. Or safety. Or hygiene. BUT IT'S SO PRETTYYYY!
So we didn't pet tigers, or ride elephants, or hold snakes, but we DID go to the full moon party in Ko Phangan, which is an island in the south. And that's a story for another day. It's a pretty damn good story, but I'm just too lazy to write about it right now.