30th January – 4th February
When we arrived in Bangkok, we checked into Erawan Guesthouse, which was expensive at $15 each, but it was a nice place. We stayed there for only one night before changing to Bella Bella Guesthouse for $5 each. The first night we went to Shamrock, the Irish pub on Khaosan Rd and got heavily juiced with some poms. The following day, after changing guesthouses, we got a cab to Bangkoks famous shopping centres, not to buy anything, but just to check them out. There is about 10 huge shopping centres all within walking distance of each other.
We went to Centralworld Plaza (which was hosting a supercar exhibition), Big C Supercenter and Siam Paragon, as well as the Hard Rock Cafe nearby.
On the 1st, Jack and I went to check out the Big Buddha. Later that night, we met Robin and Tim from Germany at Silk Bar. Jack was feeling sick so called it a night early, but the three of us decided to try some of Khaosans insect delicacies, before we headed to Gazebo Club.
On the 2nd February, Jack and I went for dinner on Soi Rambuttri, at a place where the waitresses took a liking to me, which was certainly good for confidence. Afterwards we ended up at the Shamrock again where we were joined by some french girls for a bit. We were sitting down outside when two of Jacks friends from uni appeared out of nowhere. I decided I was drunk enough to try eating scorpions, and somehow I thought the first one was good enough to try a second, much bigger one. I must have been well drunk because for days afterwards, the thought of how they tasted made me dry reach, but at the time it didn’t.
After a few hours Jacks friends and the two of us went to The Club on Khoasan Rd, but it was shit so we went to Gazebo where it was a little more…interesting. There’s a lot of Thai hookers in Gazebo, young girls dancing with creepy old men, its disgusting really. One of the hookers tapped me on the back, so I turned around and she was grinding on an old bloke, so I turned back around but she grabbed my hand and put a piece of paper in it. She was actually giving me her phone number while trying to hook up with the old guy. I was quite happy to let him keep her.
On our last day in Bangkok, the 3rd February, Jack and I went to the Chatuchak Weekend Market. Chatuchak is the largest market in Thailand and the world’s largest weekend market. It contains upwards of 5,000 stalls and gets 400,000 visitors each weekend. The place is HUGE! There is alleyways devoted to ties, animals, second hand clothes, and whole sections for jewellery and shirts.
We still hadn’t been to the infamous Ping Pong Show, so figured we would go that night, be home by midnight, get 4 hours sleep, and get the bus to the airport at 4am for our 8am flight….. It didn’t quite work out that way….
We went to the Silk Bar where we ran into some British guys. So we knocked back a few buckets with them, floated the idea of the ping pong show, and, at 1am five of us took the plunge.
The ping pong show was very strange. First of all, the tuk tuk driver said he could take us to one of three shows, ranging from 300 Baht to 500 Baht, and that the more you paid, the better quality of show. We thought he was probably scamming us, so opted for the 400 Baht show. It was fucking weird, I won’t go into details, but the things I saw were equal parts amazing and horrifying. It was 2am when the show finished, and we all went back to Khoasan Rd to kick on. At 3am, Jack and I went back to the guesthouse to check out and get the bus to the airport.
The bus was running pretty late so I just went for about a 100m walk along Soi Rambuttri, when a cop on a motorbike pulled up next to me and demanded to see what was in my pockets. I pulled out my bus ticket, which was all I had on me, and tried to tell him it was just a bus ticket, but he wouldn’t give it back.
At this point, I was starting to worry he would try to extort money from me, but he knew as well as I did I had no money in my pockets. He called up his buddy on the radio, who also came past. His fellow cop had a look at my bus ticket, and then gave it back, ushering me on my way. I have no idea what was going on, but I was relieved. We both struggled to sleep on the plane, so when Jack and I landed in Melbourne, we had been awake for 32 hours straight, with a solid club sesh in the middle.