Wee Kev's Blog

Well, we arrived in Bangkok and ended up staying in the infamous Khao San Road. It's an interesting mix of tourists, bars, massage places, homeless, hippies, internet cafes, suit shops and an assortment of prostitutes, many of whom their gender is certainly ambiguous at best. Aaron and I unable to afford beers at the bars, decided it'd be more economical if we just had beers on the street. So we posted up on a shop step and spent 4-5 hours just watching all the carnage go by down the road. This is truely a place that never sleeps, there is so much activity even in the wee hours of dawn. Throughout the evening, various people stopped by and spent some quality time with us, locals, tourists, a few homeless, even a couple prostitutes. We buddied up with a homeless guy named Mr. Toong, which means "Sack" in Thai. He was from Chang Mai and we decided if he wanted to come with us, we'd foot the bill for the train. Unfortunately, when it was time to meet up to buy tickets, Mr. Toong, was no where to be found. We also met a Hungarian who accused us of being rich americans, even though we were the ones drinking on the curb and he had just stumbled out of a some overpriced tourist bar. He turned out to be a nice guy, and even bought us a couple rounds of Family Mart Heneikens. One of the prostitutes accused me of having girl hands, then tried to drag Aaron home with her for a whopping $3, but even at such a bargain rate, he wisely declined. We then met a thai military guy who took us to his friends bar across the street where we continued the party until the sun was up and we just couldn't drink another drop. The next day we got out of bed at 5-6pm, and spent the rest of the day/night in a hungover stupor.