My personal travel log – 2nd December: Back to spending cash instead of bleeping my phone on a little machine. The air is heavy. 


Asian Water Monitor Lizards

They are an invasive species that can grow up to two meters length. They seem lazy but I know they’re here and I’m very thankful I can still run! They were basking near where we had the stuffed omelette for breakfast, which is right near where we’re staying.
Asian water monitor lizard

Navigating Bangkok public transport

We made our own tour by navigating public transport in the heat. We eventually took a number 3 bus, though we let 2 go by while dithering at the bus stop. We didn’t know how to buy a bus ticket – turns out you pay a bus conductor!

Chatuchak flea market

We failed to pick up our overnight train tickets, to the south of Thailand next week, from the travel agent (the first attempt). However, we were in the same location as the best flea market in Bangkok, which was expansive and dense.


Brain freeze fresh tropical fruit smoothy is just the ticket in the humidity. We shared a freshly opened coconut drink and ate the soft pulp, after the man with the machete opened it up further. Oh and we had various shiny meat lollipops for lunch. I lost my sense of direction in both Chatuchak flea market and later on in Chinatown’s Yaowarat back alley market.

Yaowarat – China Town

Moped culture 

Some visual observations: helmets not stolen from parked mopeds, the quantity of moped at the traffic lights, how the bikes are used creatively.

Mai Tai Cocktails

The metro was comfortable and the river taxi offers amazing views and a welcome breeze. We rested and had refreshing Mai Tai cocktails in one of the beautiful lantern lit restaurants, along with the other tourists in the road parallel to Koa San Road, which seemed like it was catering for a more mature client!

Honza’s thrill seeking palate

After queuing for 45 minutes (only the second time I’ve queued for a restaurant), we had a taste explosion in a (mostly local) open air seafood cafe with a wobbly table. The chef, whose face was covered in thanaka paste (a Myanmar anti-aging, anti bacterial sun screen), was tossing clams in wok out front. They were elegant, screeching and blew kisses too! After this meal we decided to only eat where the locals eat, rather than the restaurants aimed at foreign visitor’s – where the food is toned down and sweet.

The backstreets

Later on we happily found out that the back streets and canals near our digs have a cool local vibe. We met Tina in a family run bar, a 6 year old who was creative with an iPad. We translated Thai conversation language on Honza’s phone and had fun with Tina. I curtsied goodbye as respect to her and Honza gave a bow, which went down well with her family and everyone did prayer hands.


We have such a good feeling with everyone – even when the public transport workers shout at me for whatever I do wrong, they still help us out, using their tiniest amount of English language.



The laundry is generally one pound for every kilo. I notice that the Thai’s use rigid lines with hangers to dry their clothes, instead of clothes pegs on a flexible line.

I only received two pairs of knickers and one pair of socks that belonged to us in our laundry bag when I got home tonight. I’m going to hold the other 1.5 kilo hostage until the rest of our clothes are returned.


Just a visual note on the exposed wiring here:

It’s official, we love Bangkok 💕