where cider meets condensed milk: Bride of Demented Airline Employee Returns to BKK

where cider meets condensed milk

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Bride of Demented Airline Employee Returns to BKK

Excuse me... I speak jive. Get yo' groovy self out the door!

BKK... again. But, my visa worries may finally be over, two pricey trips to Thailand later. Flew to Bangkok on Friday night, with no plans, and nothing but directions to my favorite guesthouse, which rudely decided not to honor the reservation. Jerks. Ended up at a shadier place down the street- clean, plain, nothing special, nothing awful. The window looked straight onto the Skytrain platform, which meant I had to be extra careful to close the curtains. Otherwise... free show with every ticket! Yikes. BKK is really great the 1st... or 2nd... or 8th time you're there. This marked stay #10 (not including airport stopovers). Eh. Too many trips for a city I don't much like, but the shopping is good.

Tim was en route to America for his business plan competition, so I had someone with which to indulge my twice-daily need to eat Japanese food. (Yaaaaaay onigiri!) Also, Mexican, Egyptian, Italian, and multiple stops for bubble tea. Since I first came to BKK, cars and trucks have pretty much eliminated the herds of motorcycles on the roads. BKK is really the first world, as long as you stay away from the slums. And mostly, I stayed in the shopping areas, and only ventured to Khao San in pursuit of a cooking class. Good job.

Happy? NO ONE ASKED THE CHICKEN.

Within four days, I was back in Phnom Penh with new clothes and books, and no need to go to work for another week. My first big adventure was buying a used Japanese bicycle, at last feeling confident enough to ride around in traffic. I could finally stop depending on motos, and it would be easier to get everywhere! Had a lovely day of cruising, locked it up in front of my aparto next to my roommate's... and found it missing in the morning. It was gorgeous: slightly rusted Japanese mamachari, with a bell and a basket, and powder-blue finish. I never even had time to give you a name, but I miss you already. Such beauty can be fleeting. Gone bikey gone.

posted by Raychaa @ 3:02 PM

1 comments:

At 2:32 AM, annabelle said…

I really love the supermarket in the ground floor of MBK, I hope you went to that one :)