Posted on Wednesday, May 20, 2009
We got to Bangkok after a fag-free 18 hours of flight, entirely cranky and pretty damn sweaty with it. Considering this season is off-peak, I wonder what their ‘summertime’ heat feels like. It’s hot right now. Very hot.
After a night of stormy shopping at dodgy street markets in Ko San Road, we moved on to Chiang-Mai, in the North of Thailand. There we were hustled into sight-seeing tours that began at 6am and involved riding elephants bareback, cuddling fully-grown tigers (but not squeezing too tight), feeling sorry for women who eat, sleep and bathe with 4 kilos of iron coils around their necks (even though our pity is unfounded because they think it the sexiest thing since teabags), rafting down rivers, exploring temples in underground caves, and trying to ignore the harrowing ‘looky looky!’ pleas of small children with friendship bracelets and their mothers with tacky but pretty homemade crafts, all desperate for our Bahts. We came with empty bags, now they are full.
While all this was amazing to experience, the lack of sleep invariably led to fiery cranky Sang-Som fuelled arguments at night time, so we were pretty glad to get out of Touristville and down to the Islands on the South-East coast. Here in Ko-Samui, things are different. Things are slow, and tourists are black as coffee. I and TAT feel like milk bottles by comparison.
Night time is the best, when things cool down and Geckos appear with strange and funky wee beasties to serenade you at dinnertime. Small kids appear with candles and cloth balloons and send them soaring into the stratosphere, the sky flashes every few seconds as thunderstorms loom overhead, yet there is no boom, only lightning, like our own pyrotechnics show. Occasionally a single clap of lightning will hit a short distance from where we stand and scare the holy b’jeezus out of our eardrums, but that’s all part of the fun.
We’re pooching off to another island tomorrow.
Same same, but different.