The area I had been living in, Phaya Thai, was a major highway, cement, a few restaurants and a banana-pancake man operating underneath the skytrain statation.
I had noticed a lot of Thai people coming off the skytrain and heading into what looked like a bank at all hours of the day, so being curious I followed them. They were going in the front of the bank carpark, and out the back entrance into a world of street stalls, markets, food, smells, neon colour and thousands of people. I wandered around for ten minutes and didn't see another white person. I felt like I'd gone through the Narnia wardrobe into another world.
Colour moved everywhere, the streets were lined with food stalls, and there wasn’t a single white face to be seen. After 4 months of being here I felt like I’d finally found a little bit of Bangkok that hasn’t been Westernised. (Albeit, 7-11's still found its way in here).
I went back a few days later with friends and had the best meal I’ve had here, all for $2. I’ve been back a few times with different friends and we’ve all had a blast.
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