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Bangkok reminds me so much of Manila; the streets are small, the power lines are tangled webs, there are even gago cabbies and gago bus drivers. I’m even more paranoid than I usually am about crossing the road because of the left-hand traffic which disorients me, making me look towards the opposite direction of where the traffic is coming from.

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We stayed in a nice hotel squished at the end of Khao San Road. A United Nations Convention takes place every night along this street.

saylala khao san road bangkok thailand

You can come naked to Khao San Road and leave fully clothed. You can even get a new tattoo and braids.

saylala khao san road bangkok thailand

saylala khao san road bangkok thailand

Maybe even a new identity.

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On our last night in Bangkok, we were getting our usual foot massages from Charlie. An Israeli couple were seated to our left, the woman telling her masseur that she’s a reflexologist herself back in Tel Aviv. To our right were two blondes from Australia, both giddy and taking photos of themselves every five minutes saying “This is way better than getting drunk.” After fifteen minutes of which they asked us where we got our beers.

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I was trying to finish a book on my iPod with its newly bought case which I haggled down to 150 THB from 200 THB. I’m not so sure if I should be proud of my haggling skills as Thai vendors are so considerate when it comes to haggling that they’ll even ask you how much you wanted to pay.

We talk about how charming the Israeli woman’s masseur is and how our own masseuses are probably talking about our feet and how everyone is probably gossiping about everyone in their own language but then again who really cares? The night is young, the massage is fantastic and our beers are cold.

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