Super city Bangkok…NYC on steroids…steroids that never got detected and just kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger. After 26 hours of traveling…arriving totally delirious at 11pm Bangkok-time, we fitfully slept to awake to the bustling, consumer center, diesel plagued city that is Bangkok. Our four days of transition to Asia were centered around feeling like throwing up, not sleeping, being exhausted and amazed at the fashion glamour … of which I was obviously not a part of in my shorts, tank and chacos. If I was going to fit in I needed little glitzy slip-on heals…preferably NOT black, but maybe fire engine red or gold, a skirt with a blouse.
Our tourist explorations took us to the Emerald Buddha, which was recently adorned with a coat by the king for the cold season. I’ve never seen so much colored, shimmery glass in one spot before. Amazingly beautiful or tacky, depending on how you look at it. Next tourist stop was one of the largest malls via the sky train. We splurged by watching the James Bond movie in luxery…reclining, tan leather lazy boys, a thick silk blanket and the coldest air-con in the city. If you wanted, you could have bar service too…
Needless to say, our sight seeing was limited, but I was not sad to leave Bangkok after four days. The twelve lanes of traffic that snailed along in the heat was intense. We had one cab driver refuse to take us across town as the 7 mile drive would take an almost two hours…so off we go. We’ll be back in January for last minute shopping and to pay the reclining Buddha our regards.
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