Temples & Rita

I set out on what I had intended to be my one day in Bangkok to see the famed temples and sights that make the one day you spend in Bangkok worthwhile. I got a tourist map and a bus number from the guy and the New Siam bank, and made my way to Wat Praht Khao, the Grand Palace, and the temple of the emerald buddha. This is when my mind decided to click on and when i realized that the cars were driving on the Left side of the street! I had never seen this before.

I met Rita Yamin outside the Grand Palace talking to a "wily stranger" who was trying to scam her by convincing her that the temple was closed today. we made friends out of neccessity; we were both traveling alone, wanted soemone new to talk to--maybe a new friend--and maybe just someone to take my pictures so theres not a whole lot of me fumbling with my camera trying to race the timer.

--or maybe it's nice to share a place, and event with someone, even if they're brand new...
Rita was a pretty cool girl. She is a couchsurfer who had spent the year teaching English in a small northern town in Japan. So we instantly had a lot to talk about.
Together we explored the temple grounds of the reclining buddha, traveled accorss the river by water taxi, walked along the wrong streets where no tourist ventures, turned around, saw the temple of the rising sun, had lunch, and some amazing freshly squeezed orange juice, made from little green oranges that were just so sweet and delicious. I think I mayt have taken a year off my life just from walking through all those exhaust fumes along the streets. we walked in circles, took out a map, and made our way (and some discoveries) as we explored the cultural neighborhood of Bangkok.

I think the walking was my favorite part of that day. We had a lot of fun, did a lot of talking, and I think it was just refreshing to talk about familiar things--like teaching english and our respective foreign experiences--about life back home, and about what we were seeing and doing. We had dinner together, and exchanged our favorite bands from korea/japan, and finally emails.

at the end of the day, here's what I had to say,

"almost got my ear whopp'd off by a bus. it rushed by so fast and so close
that I swear it touched my ear. in the alley behind khaosan road, I saw a man
poo-diherrea all over a gutter-grate. it was the nastiest thing i've
ever-ever-ever seen. ever. saw fish in the harbor today and spent a lot of Baht.
theres a lot of good music outside my hostel window. I like it."

Bangkok; Thailand: part 1

I should have written this sooner, possibly while I was traveling, but I didn't, because, well, I was distracted, but I will in this blog include excerpts from my travel journal when it adds to the flovour of the blog, and add awesom Pictures.

HELPFUL INFORMATION: currency is the baht (/bot/) and 33B = about $1

Part 1: Bangkok
I flew into to Bangkok at 10:30 and was processed through immigrations, and claimed my baggage all just before midnight. I managed to catch the last bus into KhaoSan road (just 150B). I heard many languages around me, and thick, thick european accents. mostly everyone was tired. My first taste of the Thai language just tore me up inside, like a maple syrup over a pancake you're not used to having in the first place, so the syrup--so sweet and syrupy--just cuts at the back of your chest as it slides down inside you. the thai language was smoth, precise, and so very different from the "imnidas" and "ayos" I was used to hearing in Korea.

I traveled on this bus for about 30+ mins in the dark until we reached a dirty, bustling road. Thais shouted from street-side vendor stalls over trinkets, suits, and tuk-tuk rides. Here is an excerpt from my first night:

"Made it to KhaoSan road. Met Marta as we were getting off the bus. She is from
Slovakiaand has a cool Eastern European accent. We ended up getting a
place-->sharing 2 beds 300B/night. we did 2 nights b/c checkout is at 12pm
and it was 130 when we checked in. Back in Korea, it's almost 4am. crazy! And
it's different here--it's hot and humid. there are HOUSES. and it smells
different. like the air is sweeter. and spicy."

KhaoSan was the perfect introduction to the city: hot, busy all hours of the night, dirty and international. I met a lady-man who offered me a massage on the street. I turned him down, not because he was a lady-man, but because I was tired and the last thing i wanted was a street massage as my first thai massage, so I broke away from his vice grip and went to check out some live music at a crowded bar on the third floor of a commercial building. as I walked up the stairs, I heard the lady man shout, "You need to open up your mind, girl!"

I was a little freaked out by Thailand, initially. I was tired of being the foreigner already, and tired of being social. I was in a new strange place that wreaked of nag champa and garbage. and I still had nineteen days to go. Uninterested in squeezing myself into a spot at a lame bar, and looking forward to the next day where I would make my plans to leave this stinkin' place, I made my way back to the hotel, and fell asleep atop the xtra-large towel that was provided as my blanket.