Bangkok, Bangkok!

Wheeeee!!!! Bangkok is such a fantastic place to go to for a holiday! Ok, so this visit to Thailand was highly sanitised because my parents didn't like dirt, grime, heat. Which means... they didn't like most of Thailand. So most of the time, we were walking around in malls, cooling our feet in air-conditioned places, not taking tuk tuks cos it's too hot and dangerous and hence we only took cabs. Oh well. It could have been worse.

Pros of going with the parents: You eat well, live well. We ate seafood, had fab Chinese food at the hotel's Shanghainese restaurant, and cool Thai food. Bliss.

Cons of goin with the parents: You are restricted, slightly hampered, and can't do a lot of things, ie no experiencing real Thai culture as it's too dirty/grimy/dangerous/hot. Hai.

But let's see some pictures, yeah?


Sawadeecah! Welcome to the Bangkok Airport


The very lovely, Sofitel Silom Hotel. Excellence service! Really nice rooms and gorgeous bathrooms!

Ahhh... Hotel buffet breakfast. Sure bloody hits the spot.... Nothing says indulgence like a chef cooking a customised omelette for you at 9am.


Drinks with Cheryl at the hotel's cool pub, V9. It's on the 37 floor, and overlooks the Bangkok skyline. Breathtaking.

My parents celebrated their 29th Wedding Anniversary on Sunday. 29 years. In today's fickle society where 40 is the new 30, marriages are falling apart faster than a snap of the fingers. And to some extent, my parents are still very lovey-dovey. They still hold hands, my dad likes to feed my mum. It's... sweet.

This picture was taken at the hotel's Shanghainese restaurant. Again, great view (38th floor). The lady at the back was this Shanghainese singer (who took song dedications) to lend atmosphere to the setting. And the food was... amazing. Shark's fin soup (don't go all moralistic on me!), Peking duck, prawns and other stuff. Wow...

So what's the loot? Nothing much lah... Haha.. We only spent 3 hours at Chatuchak market. I know, what sacrilege. But the parents were hot, hated the smell and not-so-subtly told Cheryl and I to cut it and to head back to the hotel. Haiz.

I want to go back... And this time, I'm going oldschool: bagpacking.

Sing with me everyone! Bangkok, Bangkok!