Skip to main content

27th August to 1st September - Bangkok

So, I'm still in Bangkok and Allen stayed in hospital for an extra day so he ended up staying in Bangkok too. Thursday night and Friday was pretty quiet as we were both recovering from various excesses.

We went to the floating markets, Bridge on River Kwai and Tiger Temple on Saturday which was amazing. Started at 7am and went all down until 7pm. The floating markets is an interesting place. You hire someone to row you around a series of mini canals to different merchants to buy lots of tat. I ended up buying a mini guitar, which was an odd purchase for such a place but for 5 pounds it was a bargain....

From Bangkok


From Bangkok


From Bangkok


From Bangkok


From Bangkok


From Bangkok


From Bangkok


From Bangkok


From Bangkok


From Bangkok


From Bangkok


From Bangkok


From Bangkok


From Bangkok


I also promised to buy some weird fruit from this lady for some unknown reason. I was still tired I think... anyway, I had to spend the rest of the hour at the floating markets trying to avoid her.... wearing sunglasses and a hat or looking in the other direction etc etc... as I'm a keen master of disguise, it worked pretty well. ha ha.

That night we went out for a few drinks and ended up at a place called Gazebos where a band was playing. They were excellent. Everyone was up for having a good time and the band was excellent. Thai pop music is a little bit bubblegum but inherently entertaining.

Sunday was Allen's last day in Thailand so we had a bit of pampering. I had a 30min foot massage and also an hour and a half oil massage which was excellent. We went to the place that is owned by our guest house. It was a little more expensive but they are very professional and knew what they were doing. One was telling me about my knee problem before I even mentioned it. That was just from touching my feet. Amazing.....

That night we went out to Gazebo again for one last sheesha pipe and met up with Connor from Northern Ireland who gave me lots of tips about travelling around Vietnam. It was great to chat to him about it because now I feel much more clued up about what i'm doing.

It's weird but having been in Bangkok for quite a long time i've got to that stage where i'm recognised by locals on the street. Ok, so i'm hardly a shy person and I have been known to be a little outspoken on occasion and maybe even accused of being loud now and again but still, it goes to show how much of a friendly place Bangkok is..... if you look passed the lady boys, prostitutes and over zealous street hawkers that is....

Something a little odd that they do here in some clubs is they offer you backrubs while you're using the toilet.... it's a little disconcerting but you're standing there taking a wee when you feel a manly hand on your back.... errr.... hold on a second there smiler... no thanks....

Last night, I went to a live music venue called Zodiac. A band was given it a massive show to about 6 people in the 'crowd' which was a little sad (the fact that I was one of them was even sadder but hey)... anyway, it was so empty that when I took photos of the singers they stopped singing and posed... very odd.

I went to use the bathroom and was set upon by three guys. I declined a back rub three times (I get stage fright ok....) and when I finished my business, I had one of them offer me soap, the other turned on the tap and the third handed me a towel... All then held their hands out for a tip. I tried to explain that I actually can turn a tap on, wash my hands and dry myself quite well on my own but I had a situation to get out of. I pulled out a 20 baht note... held it up in the air and then dropped it before running off.... I escaped... just.....

Next stop Chiang Mai tonight. A 12 hour bus journey awaits me.... Can't wait.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

New book - Baggage - first 20,000 words

Winter 2014
Chapter 1
It’s an inescapable feeling. You try to deny it, try to ignore it but eventually it becomes you. There’s the knowledge that it’s wrong, what I do is wrong but fight is not an option. It always wins… that desire… in the end… it always wins. I need to do this to feel normal… whatever normal is… that comfortable certainty that makes people feel safe, the thing that avoids the unknown…the undefined…and replaces it with the anticipated, the usual. Nothing misunderstood, that’s normal. For me, that normal makes me feel nothing but dead inside. There’s no spark. No life. Just monotony. I know I’m not right. I know what I do deviates from the way of average people, from the everyday position of human beings. But I can’t help it, I need it. At this time, I need it. The way life is, it’s a temperature scale. The regular position is cold, our standard life, go to bed at 10pm, get up at 6am, get ready for work, go to work, come home, eat, sleep. It’s all cold. There’s no passion…

Week 33 to 35 (Pineapple to honeydew)

Things are getting really close now. Mum is struggling with her back and I've had to start taking on more around the house. It helps now that we've started ante-natal classes and have been able to chat to some other pregnant couples.

We're very lucky in that our NCT group are great. We've met four really nice couples and we all seem to get on well. We went out for our first meal last week and have planned another for next week. It's great to be able to talk to people in the same situation.

In fact the way our NCT coordinator talks about the birth and the first few months, it almost feels like we're all a unit preparing to go into battle. There are so many different cries, emotions, signs we have to get to know about how baby's feeling plus there're all these warnings about sleep deprivation, strange occurrences at birth, cone heads, something called 'The Show',.... WTF!

We're also starting to get into baby shower season, that's somethin…

Becoming a dad - Weeks 12 to 13 (size Peach)

Weeks 12 to 13

It's been a hectic lead up to this point but finally, this week we found out we were definitely pregnant. It's an amazing feeling and one that we thought may not happen. I wanted to document the run in to becoming a dad for the first time. I hope I manage to keep it up in this blog.
Since we found out I find myself taking stock during quiet moments and steadily coming to terms with the reality that we about to realise a significant milestone in our lives.
It's an odd feeling because it doesn't quite feel real but yet I'm already planning ahead to when the moment arrives and I can hold baby in my arms. It's difficult to predict how that will feel and I'm trying not to be too methodical about the whole process. We should be enjoying this lead up. That's important.
It's exciting to plan ahead and today we went into London to look at baby things. It's only when you enter a shop like Mothercare for the first time where you're not …