After our frolics around MBK, we met up with the rest of the group in the evening for dinner. Today was technically the start of the second tour and we met up with a few new members of the tour (5 people left, 5 people joined). On the first night of the first tour the rest of the group had gone to Khao San Road, the infamous party street in Bangkok Nicola and I had not joined them on that occasion so decided, after dinner, to head to Khao San Road for a few drinks...
Well, we arrived via tuk tuk, and were met with neon lights, loud music, drunk backpackers and market stalls. First impressions are everything they say, and well, our first impression of Khao San Road was that it was the armpit of Bangkok. We squeezed our way down the length of the road and nothing we saw changed our impression. Khao San Road really is the seedy side of Bangkok, where you can visit a ping pong show, have a dodgy (potentially HIV positive) tattoo, have "ladies" (probably ladyboy prostitutes), and pretty much commit every sin imaginable. Needles to say, it was full of Brits.
Nicola, Chema, Daniel, Sarah, Richard and I decided not to go and see a "ping pong" show...the majority of the tour decided to go. I had seen a few of the "ping pong" show lists that the touts were flogging basically, you paid 450baht per show and there were a variety of shows). If you fancy paying to see women put all manner of household items, animals and god knows what else in certain parts of their body, then it's the show for you...if you find the thought of such things exploitative, degrading and just plain horrific, then do as we did and stay clear. The consensus from the group on their return was that the show was, to put it politely, not very pleasant.
We met up with the group at Mulligans a, you guessed it, Irish pub for some drinks. It was pleasant enough for a while, but then we had an endless number of locals trying to flog wooden hand crafts, more lady boy/ping pong shows, and offensive bracelets. I won't repeat what all the bracelets said, but as a taster, one of the milder bracelets said "I Love Rape". There must be a market for those bracelets as the Thai's would not sell them otherwise...I can just imagine a group of drunk (probably British) lads thinking they were hilarious and buying a bunch of bracelets with "I Love Rape" and "I Love Gangbang" on. To capture the mood in true Shakespearean style, the heavens opened and a thunder storm began. We didn't stick around much longer, but we did pop our head into a bar with live music, however, the place was rammed and boiling hot and we ended with the probably the least sought after standing space...next to the toilets, so we said our goodbyes and hailed a taxi home.
On a side note, Nicola bumped into a friend of hers from home on the way to the taxi.
Well, we arrived via tuk tuk, and were met with neon lights, loud music, drunk backpackers and market stalls. First impressions are everything they say, and well, our first impression of Khao San Road was that it was the armpit of Bangkok. We squeezed our way down the length of the road and nothing we saw changed our impression. Khao San Road really is the seedy side of Bangkok, where you can visit a ping pong show, have a dodgy (potentially HIV positive) tattoo, have "ladies" (probably ladyboy prostitutes), and pretty much commit every sin imaginable. Needles to say, it was full of Brits.
Nicola, Chema, Daniel, Sarah, Richard and I decided not to go and see a "ping pong" show...the majority of the tour decided to go. I had seen a few of the "ping pong" show lists that the touts were flogging basically, you paid 450baht per show and there were a variety of shows). If you fancy paying to see women put all manner of household items, animals and god knows what else in certain parts of their body, then it's the show for you...if you find the thought of such things exploitative, degrading and just plain horrific, then do as we did and stay clear. The consensus from the group on their return was that the show was, to put it politely, not very pleasant.
We met up with the group at Mulligans a, you guessed it, Irish pub for some drinks. It was pleasant enough for a while, but then we had an endless number of locals trying to flog wooden hand crafts, more lady boy/ping pong shows, and offensive bracelets. I won't repeat what all the bracelets said, but as a taster, one of the milder bracelets said "I Love Rape". There must be a market for those bracelets as the Thai's would not sell them otherwise...I can just imagine a group of drunk (probably British) lads thinking they were hilarious and buying a bunch of bracelets with "I Love Rape" and "I Love Gangbang" on. To capture the mood in true Shakespearean style, the heavens opened and a thunder storm began. We didn't stick around much longer, but we did pop our head into a bar with live music, however, the place was rammed and boiling hot and we ended with the probably the least sought after standing space...next to the toilets, so we said our goodbyes and hailed a taxi home.
On a side note, Nicola bumped into a friend of hers from home on the way to the taxi.
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