Man, it is hotter than I expected here.
01.22.2008 - 01.22.2008 97 °F
Wow, this is winter in Bangkok and it was 97 degrees F today. And humid. I got in from the airport at around 11am and checked into my hostel. It's in the busy, modern Sukhumvit area, but is off a small road (Soi 11) and is quite a cool set up. It's in a small alley and there is a security guard that makes sure that you are coming into stay at the hostel or use the other facilities. As you walk in, there is a spa on the right and a restaurant on the left. All three buildings are made of dark wood really giving you an old Thai feeling, right in the heart of Bangkok. The hostel itself is four stories of long hallways where you walk over raised wooden decks. Every once in a while there is a small patio with a table and chairs, green plants, a bicycle tuk-tuk, a shrine or something interesting. After following the receptionist up stairs and through hallways, I was sure that I was going to get lost on the way back out. I was quite impressed and happy with the room. It's a decent sized room with air-conditioning (thank goodness) and a small toilet room. Outside there is a balcony that has an outdoor shower (shaded from the outside of course) and a sink and mirror. Everything is quite clean and I think it's quite a steal for 480 baht ($15).
Walked around a bit, met an Australian guy, had some lunch, exchanged some money, and made some tentative plans for the next few days. Took my time and tried to get to know the area a bit. Lunch was at the restaurant near the hostel. We sat Thai style on cushions on a raised wood floor and had papaya salad with shrimp, pad thai, lemonade and singha beer. I ordered the papaya salad medium, hoping that I would be able to handle it. At first, it was so good that I just started chowing into it, but then I felt the burn. That distinct Thai food burn that comes unexpectedly and won't go away... I am going to have to get better at eating hot food while I'm here. But I refuse to order anything mild that is supposed to be spicy. I think it just wouldn't be right or true to the food.
There is tons of street food, which I love! But I'm dissapointed that I have no one to explain it to me! My dad suggested that I take my time getting into the street food, to at least let my gut adjust to the local bacteria. I couldn't resist these little tasty delights:
There was some language barrier, so I could only understand them with my taste buds as crispy mini sweet crepes folded to hold a bit of marshmallow creme and tangy salty shredded cheese (?). (If someone can correct me, I fully welcome it.) More street food to come, I'm sure.