Between our island-hopping-alcohol-poisoning in southern Thailand and our trip to Myanmar, me and Heidi spent a lot of time in Bangkok, trying to spend as little money as possible.
Bangkok offers loads in terms of fantastic fleamarkets. One of them Chatuchak Weekend Market. In my iphone-notebook I wrote "after three hours wandering about the weekend market, we look at a map and realize we have done maybe one fifth of the entire area. No shit this is the biggest market in Bangkok."
Note that this was also dealt with whilst curing a hangover + our constantly sleep deprived souls, from the man doing loud Oasis-covers opposite our hostel each night.
Generally about shopping in Thailand, this is how I feel "Dear budget,
I'm sorry that I went shopping. I shouldn't have done that to you.
Sincerely, Linnea"
It is in the midst of the Bangkok Riots. A stone's throw away from our tourist mekka of Khaosan, the Thai are fighting over political injustice. Day and night. This goes on for several months.
We become acquainted with the Bangkok regulars. This man pictured above is sat next to us each morning at the place we go for breakfast (Gecko Bar <3!); working on a new drawing. Every morning means a new portrait of someone working there.
As he finished today's piece, this lady in blue approaches our tables and wants to give the crayons a go. It was so entertaining to watch her, the biggest grin on her face while she suddenly starts a sketch of each and every one of us, laughing and speaking Thai. None of us with a common clue what is going on in her mind but all with the widest of smiles.
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