I’ve had trouble finding the time and words to explain Bangkok. It’s most likely because I blew through the city (for a second time) on my way south 800 miles.
I’ve had trouble finding the time and words to explain Bangkok. It’s most likely because I blew through the city (for a second time) on my way south 800 miles.
I could be in SoHo, Berkley, or hell – even Paris itself. I’m not. I’m in the northern part of Thailand in a small town called Pai, and it’s fantastic.
In Chiang Mai I was able to go through the full range of backpacker experiences: Great food, the smell of raw sewage, shoddy plumbing, and an inviting city that appears to be one-part Thai and two-parts Mediterranean.
My arrival into Bangkok began with something I once considered unfathomable – a Starbucks without free WiFi.
In the last 2 days I’ve covered roughly 700 miles by bus and train.
I have a disease.