So, here I am in Bangkok again. Destination of choice for
extremely cheap shopping, extremely good massage, and extremely yummy mango.
Oh, and did I mention, extreme numbers of tourists, travellers, and of course
Thai people, making this one of the busiest, most blindingly buzzing cities
I’ve visited.
I’ve been to Bangkok more than 10 times – and despite the
heat, the dirt and the constant haggling for anything from a boat ride to a
banana, I usually use Bangkok as my down time. Time to get scrubbed, massaged, manicured, pedicured and
quite frankly, royally pampered for about 10 quid (50 AED). Many of the temples, palaces, buddhas and
interesting sightseeing-y things lie unseen, as I am usually far too wrapped up
(sometimes literally) in my favourite spa to be tempted outside.
But it is in fact outside, on those grubby streets, where
you get a peek at the real life of this very unique, very intriguing city.
Stalls selling strange food, massage parlours that look like
laundry rooms, old women cleaning noodle bowls behind tiny restaurants, young
girls cooking meat on sticks, wrinkly old men hacking coconuts, helpful police
officers that know how to say hello in any language, young guys sitting on
motorbike taxis drinking coke waiting for customers, tuktuk drivers shouting
over the noise of their engines… It makes for some very colourful photographs
and some clever manoeuvring around the city to avoid being ripped off by sly
salespeople who can spot a tourist from a mile, no matter how well you
pronounce sawadikaaaa.
And hence this mini photo diary was formed.
I’ll call this, ‘View From A Tuktuk…’ a mere glimpse of a
city that might take more than a lifetime to capture fully.
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