Bangkok:

A twisting concoction of roads with no apparent organization. None of the payphones work. Children walk the street in search of customers to sell flowers and handicrafts to as legless men tug my pants for change. The whole experience draws both pity and inspiration.

Carmella, Isabelle and I took a trip Saturday morning via bus to Bangkok where we met up with their friend who just departed Nepal from a treking expedition.

Bangkok Tuk-tuk ride

 Khausan Street, a local hotspot for backpackers, was like a fairyland as we turned off of the typical Bangkok street of Thais and urbanization and overall unknown. Suddenly, everyone was white. And hippies. And drunk. A fun time ensued.



Khauson Road



At 5:40 in the morning, as I initially wrote this, the street was still lively as ever. A white haired thai man danced enthusiastically through the window in front of me, for example. Street vendors sold delicious food and beer was served from curbside coolers 24/7. Music bled from abundant speakers morning, noon, and night. Even Sunday. The epitome of a party lifestyle. Damn Europeans.