Dear Bangkok, although it was just three night stand with you , yet I fell in love with you. Until I am back to you…
Day 0 : Sinagapore to Bangkok
The best fridays are the ones when you know you are flying of to a another country. Despite the usual immense workload, we all managed to get through the last weekday, and with FTW in bold , the backpackers at Changi. It was 2200 flight, I was looking for distraction, it was still too early to take “India Unbound” out. Changi never fails me, the new distraction was – a symphony of tropical raindrops.
Well after long 3 hrs Bangkok greeted us. We hovered above the city for like 20 minutes, and man it looked amazing from ‘such great heights‘. It looked like a metropolitan anatomy laid bare. There were veins glowing with yellow and white lights, with intermittent patches of darkness. Tourist-anatomist in me was delighted to know that he would be trudging these arterial roads and street soon.
One simply does not skip the breakfast buffet at any tourist trip. It was sumptuous, aligning with the old saying ‘…eat like a king’.
Being a group of seven, we hired the big mercedes mini van, and launched our journey to outskirts of Bangkok. To – Damnoen Saduak floating market. Riding around the bit dirty canals in a boat, with hot humid weather did not deter our excitement. The hustle and bustle, the traffic, the shop owners haggling for their goods, it was a modern art of canvas with rainbow of colors.
While other were in tourist/photographer mode, seeing the Bangkok cuisine unfolding in front of my pallet , I inadvertently went into foodie mode. (and still managed sans bangkok-belly 😉
Anticlockwise, Fruit seller,Sticky rice with mango,sweet coconut,Psidium guajava, best Guava I ever had,Making of som-tam,Som tam (green papaya salad).
And since I lost appetite for words so let the pics do the writing. 🙂
At tiger temple
View from Bridge over river Kwai
Day 2 :
Royal Palace, Bangkok
I continued the rendezvous with Bangkok’s street food. It was a utter delight to both eyes and taste buds.
And last but not the least, , leaving Thailand sans thai massage would have been crie. consequently a bone crushing ‘wat-pho’ massage.