Change of pace

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I for one am a big fan of Bangkok. Everybody has their one opinions of it but I find it to be... What's the word I want to use here... Demensional. There's so many layers, good and bad. You have to expirence both to get a feel for the city. Which you find pretty quickly going back and fourth between tourist areas and local areas.

You do a lot of growing here as well (as a traveller). There are lots of people who will try a lot of things to get your money. From not putting the meter on in a taxi to 
Getting charged 800 b for a boat ticket (which happened to some our pals) which is 19 dollars more than we payed for our tickets.. There's also lots of friendly Thai people as well. Just harder to find sometimes. 

On our first day we tried going to the MBK shopping center and it was nothing special.. Or so we thought. Yesterday we tried taking a boat to a certain road
And got lost and found ourselves at
The REAL MBK center and it was like
The West Ed Malls cousin on steriods! 

If you know me pretty well you would
Know that I am a green tea fanatic and when I saw the flavour of the month at DQ in Asia was green tea it was a beautiful moment. I don't know why I didn't try one, so silly. 


And mini macaroons! Seriously
How cute are these though? 

We are staying still a ways of from Koasan road so we still eat mostly street
Food, which has proven to be much more satisfying then any restaurant. We went out and went to a few bars and met some fun people last night, and on the way home a humongous rat stepped on Natalie. She handled that pretty well. Actually I got a hair cut
And cried for an hour because he cut too much off and she wasn't even fased by the rat stepping on her,  go Nat. 

So far we've had the most fun wandering around and getting lost. Hoping to wake up early and see a lot more in the next few days before we hit Koh Tao! 

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