Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Youth arrives...

Nell's view: At long last, I have arrived in Thailand, no worse for wear.  Having have little to no involvement in the logistic planning of this trip, i'll admit I had no I idea what I was getting into.  Bangkok, sharing absolutely zero qualities with Hardwick, MA, is really something.  I remain quite impressed with my parents.

(Days later.....)

My it has certainly been a struggle to get this first blog post up since my arrival in Thailand three days ago.  Bangkok is not for the faint of heart, and certainly not for those uncomfortable demanding personal space with their elbows.  It seems every square inch of this city is employed for either retail sales or motorists, leaving very little room for the eight million people that reside here.  

Day one, I believe it was Tuesday, we headed to Chinatown- the largest outside of China itself! I'll admit, it wasn't remarkably distinguishable from the rest of the city, beyond the Chinese lanterns hanging above the street (nice touch) but one wasn't left a great deal of time to ponder that, given the stimulus overload.  Street after street of vendors, each tirelessly peddling their knick knacks.  The experience was made more harrowing due to the frequent motorcycles that took the liberty of using the barely four-foot streets as a shortcut through the city.  In combination with the ever creeping booth displays, us shoppers were left very room to be, let alone peruse. I was unable to get a photo for fear of my life.  

Yesterday we went with Iris to see the sites! The Grand Palace and another significant Wat nearby.  One can assume they were thorough  yet efficient visits.  Last night, after a full days touring, we got a foot massage! We were five heading into the pink ladies parlor, lined up in our chairs like pigs to slaughter.  While incredibly relaxing and enjoyable, I was consumed with trying to figure out what our young thai crew were talking about, and more importantly, what was so damn funny.  I sincerely hope that I did not make my masseuse ill with my terribly unkept feet, and am grateful for the service (when was the last time you lotioned your dogs?).  

Then, for a late night dinner, we headed to Cabbages and Condoms.  For this, I feel my father far more capable of describing our experience...

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