Rues of Roo

From top: Tuk Tuk driver ; Confused at Pratunam ; Daughter of massage owner ; Chatuchak ; Thai dog at Chatuchak (her name is Tuk Tuk) ; More Chatuchak ; Dead after Chatuchak

BANGKOK (NOV 06). Expected, I suppose, was the chaotic, erratic, somewhat anything-goes atmosphere of this city. If anything, it was a relief to be in such an environment. The incessant rule abiding nature of my current habitat can become somewhat stifling and the constant bartering and arguing, albeit friendly in nature, conversations of Bangkok life were a breath of fresh air, though that was definitely metaphorical.

Riding in tuk tuks was superb. Even though more expensive than the normal taxis, their insane driving mantra was enjoyable to say the least. And on top of that, you get lots of carbon monoxide poisoning opportunities. Being offered shows of various nature involving objects been blown up, or thrown, or whatever from a certain part of the female anatomy were intriguing, I was curious more out of pure intrigue than anything remotely erotic, though of course I was dissuaded by my lovely co-travellers. People, generally, were friendly, especially the drivers and market stall owners, and even the masseurs. Just don’t turn down buying an item from a store attendant selling their first item of the day. We were called ‘no good’ by one lady, and not just once either as she sort of followed us around for a while telling her fellow stall owners. Charming.

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