I had mixed feelings when I finally sat on the plane for my three month trip to South-east Asia. A mix of fear of “unknown” (traveling solo for the first time and for the longest period ever) and excitement because I’m finally doing what I’d wished for a long time now.
I am planning to visit Thailand, then Vietnam (Da Nang and up north) and across the northern border to China (Yunnan province). After fourteen days there, I’ll go to Japan for ten days (my girlfriend will join me there) and then we go back to Malaysia (Kuala Lumpur). From there probably Indonesia or who knows … I just hope my back handles the constant weight of my photo equipment.
Anyway, I’ve been to Bangkok a few times and I knew what to expect and exactly what I will do when I arrive.
And after the longest Immigration wait time (1 hour and 45 minutes of waiting time …) at Bangkok’s Suvarnabhumi International Airport I took the regular Airport City Line train (Express train was out of service) to Phaya Thai station (ticket cost: 40 THB).
After arriving to the Phaya Thai station I went outside and tried to catch a Taxi to Khao San Road. We shared the costs with an Austrian guy who was also going to KSR and was actually a tour guide who arrived before his tour group which he’ll be taking on a bicycle trip through Vietnam.
But we couldn’t get a taxi for the sake of it. Nobody wanted to take us because we wanted to pay by taxi meter and Khao San Road was too close (~4 km from Phaya Thai station). This shouldn’t cost more than 70 THB and the fixed price that they wanted for it was absurd; 250 to 300 THB. So at the end, both tired, we settled for a Tuk Tuk for 120 THB.
After arriving at my guesthouse right behind Khao San Road (it took me almost 3 hours to get there!), I took a shower and went out for the basic Thai combo that should set me in the proper mood for my short stay in Thailand.
- A Pad Thai from a street stall (50 THB)
- A beer at a bar with live rock music (90 THB)
- And a Thai massage (200 THB)
It was kind of a strange feeling being back a year and a half later, everything seemed completely same same and no different. The same old guy selling scorpions on a stick, same t-shirt designs, I listened to the same band in the same bar … except one thing was new. Selfie sticks! Every few meters there was a guy selling them. And of course, every fifth person had one. Well, I won’t judge, to each his own.
It was good to be back, but I can’t sleep on planes, so after getting my Thailand fix and walking around the streets for a while, I was hardly standing and needed sleep.