I usually like writing how-to posts, packed with facts, details and things that won’t leave room for interpretations.
Example: Bangkok has this district called Sukhumvit that has bars, clubs and expats; instead of: Sukhumvit feels really Gotham-like to me, where you can see a couple walking to the club – him looking crisp and after-work, her having this tired hope in her eyes, and right behind the corner there would be local kids freestyling like tomorrow is never going to come. Dirty, hopeful yet very romantic in its own way.
One of the recent posts I wrote about what KL feels to me (link) got a lot of you curious, many people wrote or came to me telling they feel the same or suggesting what they feel about the city.
This got me thinking, that maybe I should let go of the careful writing, choosing words, thus stripping them all the colours and flavours. Travelling is a very tricky thing to describe and I strongly believe there’s no such thing as “travel advice” – two people in the same travel group will see the same thing completely differently and one will splurge ‘meh’ all over Trip Advisor the moment they get online, the other would quietly whisper “It was amazing, omg, I want to move there” to close friends and family. And both of them will be true. To themselves.
So since this is a place where I share my travels, I thought I’d add more me instead of giving you wikitravel-like factual digests and safe comment-less picture galleries. I’ll give it a try. And you let me know what you think, ok?
So Bangkok. I’ve been there for only a few days. I really like arriving to the city at night where you’re scared a little and everything looks dark, gloomy yet fun. You don’t see the full picture, only what is brightened up by people. What they want to show, the rest you’ll see the next morning.
Bangkok, to me, ended up leaving an impression of an old lonesome grandpa. He’s trying to keep up, he wants to be in the whirlwind of events, he seems cool, of course he has an iPhone and all the hip clothes, developed a few hipster hobbies, but at times, his true nature shows: all his wisdom is suddenly emerging from around the corner of the conversation, the gold of the temples and the shine of mosaic tiles. They’re blinding, bright, cheerful. And you feel happy.
Then he’ll remember something and will switch the conversation to more modern topics, so he sounds very up to date. That’s where all the skyscrapers and posh condos come in.
But then, right away, he’ll show his true face again – wires, small houses, enormous markets, people selling everything you can imagine, old, very old badly maintained yet charming in it’s own way. He seems o have shorter memory spans so he is repeating himself over and over again. Which is great, because I really enjoy that kind of conversation. And that kind of charm of old yet modernised Asia.
And slightly perverted. Yeah, that little hint of a smell, you get it when in Bangkok. Grandpa with that bad breath you can’t avoid.
That’s how I saw Bangkok.
Thanks for reading and please let me know what you think. Hugs!