France had been my home for the previous 7 months, but much as I loved it, the work was seasonal, and had dried up 3 weeks earlier. Most of my friends and workmates had headed back to the UK leaving me alone on a campsite in Biot near Antibes, it flooded badly and this drove me to the local travel agent in Antibes.
I entered the shop with the intention of asking for a ticket to Grenoble so I could look for work in the Ski Stations there in the winter. As I waited my turn though, I noticed a 90 day return ticket to Thailand that was about 450 quid back then... cheap. I then asked when the flight left and the woman told me in two days time and said she would hold it for me for an hour if I wanted to think about it.
I did think. I walked outside into the rain, thought and made the decision that changed the direction of my life even more. I was outside less than one minute, went back in, asked about visa on arrival etc, bought it and I was off. Totally into the unknown.
And so it was, three days later I landed in the hot mid afternoon heat of Bangkok. Lonely planet in hand I left the Arrivals lounge of Don Muang Airport and set off for my first battle with the taxis of Bangkok... all of which I have subsequently lost. Got one for a few hundred baht.... a bargain I thought after 7 months in France. The driver could not find the place I was staying at which was a fairly well hidden Youth Hostel, but luckily I had the Royal Household and Rama 5 Statue on my small map, caught sight of it and got out. The Hostel was on Phitsanulok about 1km walk away... much easier than directing a taxi driver in that madness.
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| My first steps in Bangkok were taken here. |
I stayed at the Hostel as never fancied the scene on Khao San Road. I went there a few times to meet a friend who had also made her way here, didn't like it and the only other time I went there was in later years when a mate wanted a burger from the newly opened Burger King. If ever there was an enclave of non-Thainess in Thailand, this had to be it. But, each to their own and many seemed happy, adorning themselves with henna and real tatoos. Must also be the hair extension capital of the Asia by the look of it... maybe I was old even back then.
My abiding memory of that first night though was my first shower. It wasn't the introduction to thai plumbing, though that was also quite something when confronted for the first time with electrical installations being mounted next to running showers. It was the speed of the sunset that surprised me.
I went in to the shower and it was broad daylight in the bedroom, came out and it was pitch black night. It was like the sun had been switched off and I was even wondering if I had miss remembered what I had done in there. Had I grouted a wall, re-washered all the leaking taps, cleaned up after the previous resident. Nope, thats how quick it gets dark in these parts.
The rest of the first night was just normal stuff, 100's of mosquito bites, beer chang and sangsong hangovers and the food. Great as it was I just fancied something Western that first night so ordered a beef salad!!! It was impossible to taste if there was any salad in it... the chillies burned away at least half my taste buds. Beef ... who knows, perhaps those pieces of leather were the beef, I never got past the first mouthful. Wimping our of this I then had the all day breakfast of rubber egg, bouncy ball sausage, brittle bacon with sweet bread bun. Tea was nice enough though and it soothed some of the burning sensation.
I have enjoyed exploring the food here down the years as much as I enjoyed the places and people... which is a lot.
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