Chapter 8: Bangkok

Alright, Clint finally got Johan to move his lazy ass and make a new blog. So here it is, Bankok~

We arrived in Bangkok from Cal – fucking - cutta, tired and worn out due to lack of sleep from the night before. Our time of arrival couldn’t have been better, we came just as the Thai new years celebration started, basically a big ass water fight, so we got soaked as soon as we stepped out of the taxi. We embraced this crazy celebration with open arms, lots of alcohol and dove straight into the action along with everyone else (we didn’t have much of a choice, the streets were packed with insane Thaïs making sure you were never dry or always covered in clay). This went on for three days and we were quite happy when it all ended…

Our base was close to the famous backpacker street called Khao San Road, filled with bars, tourists, blind-beggars with annoying stereos and Tuk-Tuk drivers wanting to drive us to Ping-Pong shows…? Look it up. They never stopped harassing us as we walked around, but compared to India, we loved it!

We basically started our average night with a few beers on the street and people-watching. Later on we would meet fellow travelers and spend our time grouping- smaller groups would become larges ones and all of a sudden we were a whole gang of fun! This is the way we met the crazy fucker Sebastian; an English-guy with a mowak much cooler than Clint’s. He told us crazy stories about all the shit he’s been up to and wouldn’t walk a meter without his massive bamboo stick. Together, we would sneak into hotel pools, play with thais, hit on girls and too more trouble to tell (don’t worry Mom’s, we haven’t seen the inside of a prison-cell yet ;P)

Just after the water festival ended, Jo decided it was time for a new tattoo. He found a good artist and the work started; a total of 9 hrs in 2 days under the needle with unimaginable pain, ending with a big piece of work under the left side of his chest (see pictures and videos below).

During this time we also had a happy reunion with Angel: a girl we met in Goa, our first ingredient in Asian Soup. She’s a really cool Swedish girl, so we hung out with her and her annoying friend. During this time we were introduced to a third girl, Sarah, a Serbian who lives in Bangkok. We turned on our charm and before we knew it we’d moved out of our hostel and into her sweet house with a pool and parties and Grey Goose vodka every night – for free! Does it get any better?

The whole lot of us hung out for a few great days filled with parties and crazy adventures unimaginable. But, before long it was time to move on again. Next stop, Koh Phagang.

Laters~