Eventually, people rose from their
slumber and over breakfast orange juices and beers, we decide we'd
head on the skytrain high above a sun soaked hazy bustling city with
views of endless layers of skyscrapers as the haze eventually drowned
out the urban development. We arrive to a very busy station to a
pretty large market, which turned out to be the largest market in.
the. World!
Our way to the entrance was no easy
task with a narrow path adjacent to a busy road, being used up with
vendors selling their goods. This was a mostly enjoyable experience,
looking at the endless amounts of crap for sale, that people seemed
to be buying, no doubt for the joy of haggling, until a friend and I
noticed a woman with a disturbing facial disease or syndrome, I
wasn't quite sure what it was, all I know was that the
joy disappeared in an instant, not because it was necessarily
horrible to look at, it was more of the shock, that this is the sort
of thing you would see on a late night program aired on the Discovery
Channel, not on the streets of Bangkok, but then again, this is
Bangkok, expect the unexpected.
The
market was your usual affair of narrow walkways with available space
used by some random product from beer to blanket, food to furniture,
souvenirs to shirts, plants to pets, in fact, I found the pets was
the most distressing bit of the market all seeing all these hot
puppies and kittens in cages cooled down by a small fan and, worst of
all, people selling leashed chipmunks that were dressed up in various
costumes, these people were cunts and I could've quite easily punched
the teeth out through the back of their necks, especially that
chipmunk bastard.
Anyway,
I have a limited patience for markets and added with the 36C heat,
amount of people, and general closeness of the atmosphere very weary
and tiring after a while, others seemed to be enjoying themselves
shopping for random koi-carp t-shirts, tiny flannels to wipe off
sweat and ridiculously tiny hats for their huge heads to keep the sun
off.
We
left the market and aimed for, what I presumed was, the downtown area
but who knows, I'm yet to see a map of Bangkok and it probably has 20
downtowns, we get off at a shopping plaza and we were greeted with
the pleasant surprise of a ukulele festival, which seemed to be
drawing quite a crowd, as you'd expect from any random event held in
Asia. The guy we saw on stage seemed like a big deal for whatever
reason, as he spouting out some random lyrics at us in his native
tongue with, the tiny twangs of these tiny guitars being played.
Getting
hungry and learning that we have a 12 hour train journey ahead of us
that evening, we decide to stock up on a large late lunch at a nearby
Sky dining bar and do that over a large glass of beer, a 1 litre
glass, well, some of us guys did the others had quaint delicate fruit
smoothies.
So,
stuff happened in between and my next memory takes me to it being
dark and running for the train. The 12 hours on that train, really
rolled on by, as we were confined to small section of a corridor of
bunk beds, so we ate our 7-Eleven snacks for dinner and played
various drinking games until 3 in the morning, when we eventually
passed out.
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