Stepping into that chaos on Sukumvit, pushing past people, moving through the crowds. Warren lets me march ahead, 4ft 11inch's of tiny wife being a little too easy to loose in a crowd he likes to see me at all times.The city is lit up, alive, moving, loud. My heart feels like its beating with the concert happening along the side walk while the traffic moves along like an angry mob. We're here, well here could have been anywhere in Asia, there is no where as alive, but we're in Bangkok and I'm completely awestruck.
|I love how blurry and non-photographer these are, taken in the moment while we were walking:)|
I love a loud city, its like a drug to Warren and I, we feed off pushy people tying to get from A-B, an entire life lived between the sky scrapers.
We walked from Soi 23 to Soi 2 where our hotel was and saw every kind of Thai celebration in between; Locals with fire crackers, tourists on scooters, people selling every item one could hope to find. The black night blindingly bright and blurred with smells,colour, heat and humidity. The 30 min walk from station to hotel felt like a full introduction to this insane city and I finished the walk glowing with all that I had absorbed.
We arrived at our hotel, down a dark street with water dripping from the buildings above and huge trees drooping over the street feeding off the moist air.Stepping into the hotel lobby we got that shock of icy air conditioned air like a drink of cold water and tiny Thai man taking our back packs refusing to let us carry them to our room. He unlocked and let us into our simple room with the heavy wood paneling on the walls, the well used sheets and florescent lights and hard floors- simple and comfortable.