Yay, I'm back in Bangers. Sorry mum, I meant
Krung Thep - the city of angels. Only I must have been doing something wrong (like staying near Khao San Road again) because almost everyone I've met so far has been dodgy as hell, if somewhat entertaining.
In the last 24 hours I have been mistaken as a Japanese tourist by an Isaan taxi driver, sampled every permutation of fruit shake possible with a German landscape architect, lectured loudly in public by an enthusiastic Israeli art photographer, stretched by a Thai masseuse who confided that she had just narrowly avoided being sold to a dodgy Korean outfit, and attacked by three, (count 'em)
three, mangy Banglamphu mongrel dogs. grrr...
Amidst the pollution and the congestion, there are some wonderful simple pleasures to be had here. For me, buying impossibly good
som tam off street hawkers ranks right up there with smelling new woollen jumpers, tasting one's first home-grown tomato, or lying at the bottom of the ocean staring at waves breaking above you.
It's been fun but I think I need quieter towns soon. Fortunately I'm off to Myanmar tomorrow - Woo hoo!
Ice merchantConsuming ice in South East Asia can be a risky exercise, especially when the cubes are this big.