The South African took me on a long bus ride to the famous Chatuchak Weekend Market. Why is it famous? Probably because it is absolutely massive, like putting a shop on every square meter of Hyde Park massive, and also because everything is cheap from China. You can buy! You buy hats, rats, cats, cocks (complete with cock fight), dogs, frogs, beds, Bhudda heads, waterfalls, lifelike dolls, little bells, bottled smells, real growing moss in a bag, a racoon panting in the heat, many kinds of meat, and a nice cheap t-shirt. all crammed in with room for one and a half people to walk next to each other. I didn't buy anything, not even a big white snake.
Did I mention that it is really really hot here? Did I remember to say that? Because that is what it is. After 11am, you don't have a chance until 6pm. I ate some extra tasty Tom Yum Goon, a very spicy coconut soup with shrimp floating around it, flavoured with chunks of ginger, lemongrass and coriander. It was so hot I went a little blind. But there is a certain feeling you get from chili that makes the wind cooler on sticky Caucasian skin. The waitresses stared at me as I ate, probably because I was shrimp pink. I began to write in my diary and they leaned over the table to see, so I attempted an English lesson. Thai people say yes by wriggling their eyebrows.
Another pleasant and sophistocated way to cool off is to take a boat with an orange flag down the big river. There is no traffic on the big brown waves, and you can see the well to do stripping off by the hotel pools, derelict warehouse docks, crazy huge beautiful temples complete with grinning monks hopping on the boat. only 30 baht for a return journey. But you can never leave the city. It is forbidden by the rule of sprawl.
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