Right now my lips pleasantly burn because of the chicken in red curry sauce. For those who like it spicy, Thailand is definitely your place!
Getting back to the events of the day. Rule number one in Thailand, which was proved once again on our way to Chinatown: cross whenever and wherever you can and save your dear life! The best way actually is to try to walk slowly if you don’t want to be overrun by a motorcycle or tuk-tuk appearing from behind a car at a crazy speed.
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| run for your life! |
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| school children crowding for sweet stuff around a food stall after classes |
Chinatown is a pure embodiment of chaos. It’s a clew of crazy traffic, street vendors of all kinds, roasted ducks hanging from outside of restaurants, everything generously wrapped with cables and decorated with neon signs.
Famous Chinese market on Sampeng La is a whole overwhelming street occupied by stalls, selling all imaginable kinds of paraphernalia, mostly tissues, sewing accessories and shining fake jewelry.
Next to a Mangkon Kmalawat Chinese temple I learned the first Thai word: HOP HUNG KA. And I was happy as a child when coming out of the temple I said it to a boy lighting up the candles outside and he answered: ‘hop hung kap’, placing palms together in front of him and smiling.
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| Chinatown bursting with life |
After a long wandering-around Chinatown, as the dark hours set in, we finally managed to get lost. What travelling will be like without occasionally getting lost? What an experience it is to lose any idea of where you are at night right in the middle of creepy slums with tired-looking Thais eating on the road and observing you as you go. I guess at that moment a got a true of being a black sheep. Or rather… a white one. ‘Farangs’ (Thai word for foreigners..) are too conspicuous. However, this experience once again proved (it was proved with an audible sigh of relief): Bangkok is safe and Thais are peaceful.
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