Bangkok Experience in a Nut Shell

Bangkok is a weird place, hippies, loud techno music or Bob Marley, hippie clothes, way too many backpackers, getting dreads on the street, tattoo parlors, guys picking up girls, girls picking up guys, no bars without prostitutes, pad Thai noodles, rickshaw drivers popping their mouths about ping-pong shows, huge bowls of fruit and yoghurt, cute white guys, cute Thai guys, seedy back alleys, half-Chinese half-Thai food with raw eggs, new language, street people one block off the beaten path, Pakistani pick-up lines, book stores, spice, bride shops, huge bottles of beer, new love (potentially though scary and a little too soon), old friends, frustration, compromises, rolled cigarettes, millions of 7-11’s, minty sniffers, rain and slippery sidewalks, nice women, mean women, nightlife, lady boys, distraction, excitement, Buddhist wats, prostrations to a golden Buddha, jasmine, orchids, marigolds, and lotus, incense, trying to light a candle in the wind, a “father figure,” eating bugs, missing home, still healing, Voldemort, dance parties to 90’s pop music, zombies, eating brains, sensuality.