Our second day in Bangkok was much, much shorter than the the first. Our little jet-lagged bodies didn't wake up until the morning was almost gone and so we decided to catch yet another river taxi to Chinatown to seek out some of the notorious street food in the area.
Bangkok's chinatown was nothing like our very own Soho's delights. It was crammed full of chinese markets, offering every possible type of goods you could imagine - from towels to live animals. The pricey chinese restaurants you find on London's streets are replaced by street stalls with questionable hygiene ratings and interesting looking foods. I was feeling brave at the beginning of the day and so tried a few different offerings, the best of which being a marinated chicken skewer thing. Then, we wandered for ages before chickening out of eating at the stalls and finding an air conditioned cafe instead!!
With our feet throbbing, we headed back. This time we opted for the more expensive (and luxurious) boat. 85p bought us an empty boat with seats and a TV - sooo worth it after an afternoon traipsing round the city.
Steve decided to flag down the boat before taking a running jump. This naive move nearly saw him taking an unexpected trip into the dirty river, much to my amusement and the horror of a pair of dutch tourists behind us!
That evening, we gave each-other a pep talk, committed to being braver and headed out on to KhaoSan road determined to try the street food. It was delicious and pretty much sealed the deal for the rest of our food exploits for the following month.
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| Steve posing with our hotel |
Now feeling like locals, we 'enjoyed' an extremely painful street massage (I wish we had photos of Steve's face!) and found the nearest insect seller before washing the rotten things down with yet more cocktails - we were on holiday after all!
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