One Night In Bangkok

Bangkok, the city of million tuktuk's, is a logical starting point for some SEA travelling. It's the place for a dirty-minded traveller, who likes to breathe thick smog-air in the mornings.

Perfect recipe for a succesful night out is to start with some vodka, energy shit and cough-medicine as a wild card.

Friday night at Bangkok's RCA Street is a clubber's paradise. Extremely loud music makes it impossible to have social encounters with people, but alcohol makes it endurable. For my readers, who are horny perverts, a suitable place to continue from here is a club called Hollywood. There you can stick stickers into strippers and have a blast.

We went for some late-night QP's at McD's. We were accompanied by few attractive ladyboys with a different kind of late-night snack in mind.

Next night we decided to switch the neighbourhood to Khao San Road. You might remember this place from my last trip to Bangkok in 2009. Nothing had changed, and why would it, Khao San Road is an awesome place to party like an animal.

If you're thinking it's a good idea to taste some sausages at a nice chinese road-side restaurant. DON'T. If it won't kill you, it will definately traumatize you for a long time. 

Against all instructions you should let a tuktuk-driver deside what you should see. It's a scam for sure, but you won't be disappointed. Our go-with-the-flow tuktuk-destination was a wonderful boat trip at the river. 

Traveller can never get too comfortable. For example on a relaxing boat trip your pants can explode randomly like this. You can only minimize the harm done by wearing clean underwear.

That's how you wait your turn to get into the Skytrain.