Khao San Road

Bangkok is crazy, but given some of the stories I'd heard, I expected it to be far, far crazier. For example, the people who said that they could only cope with two days here before wanting to move on. Two days?! You're barely scratching the surface! It's a wonderful, vibrant, dangerous place - the Khao San Road, as Alex Garland says, a meeting point between east and west, a tiny island of semi-familiar things in a huge city that disappears off in wide straight lines of chaotic traffic, where the buses do battle with the taxis, the taxis with the tuk-tuks, the tuk-tuks with the motorcyles. And they all do battle with each other for the western money that flows down this street like a river.

To be fair, had I come here straight from England then I'm sure I would have struggled too. But, I have come via a different route - a journey which started in KL, a place that I certainly wanted to get out of as soon as possible.

It's kicking out time at the internet cafe, so it's time for me to wind this up. Hopefully there will be more to come from me before I leave Bangkok. By this time next week we could very well be in Laos, where there will be relatively few internet cafes, so I want to get properly up to date before I leave Thailand.

Let me leave you with a few final pictures.

Khao San Road by day

Khao San Road by night

My first tuk tuk ride