Day Three

One jam packed day after another, why not? Today we met with our adorable tour guide, Woody, and explored the more touristy side of Bangkok. Considering that the temple and Wats have respectful dress codes (covered toes, long pants or skirt, collared shirts that covered the shoulders) Kelsey and I looked like complete matching schoolgirl dorks while sweating balls. We visited the beautiful Grand Palace. It started pouring rain while we were there and continued the rest of the day. 

Then Wat Po which contained the first Thai massage school with all the original pressure point diagrams used in Thai massages. 

Afterwards we went on a longtail boat on the Chao Phraya river which was so much fun. The water market is no longer popular here, as it used to be because it now has moved more North, but there was still a couple boats trying to keep it up selling their fruit. We then embarked on a boat to eat a buffet lunch with all the other Asian tourist. It was absolutely delicious! Our favorite part was the coconut pancakes for dessert. They were warm little balls that oozed in your mouth as you bit into it, tasting close to a tropical flan but not as sweet. As it was melting in our mouth, we were unable to control our moans as we rushed back to get more. 

After lunch we went to visit Wat Arun. If daring enough, people can get to the top after climbing literally vertical stairs. Woody warned us to not climb if we are not strong because the rain made it very slippery. But hey, YOBO. (You only Bangkok once). All of us took on the challenge and climbed to the top. Thankfully, no one died, but Charlie took a pretty gnarly slip and almost fell all the way down, but instead ended up with some bloody knuckles and all shaken up. 

The next Wat close by, Wat Traimit, contains the largest golden Buddha ever. It’s about 120 feet long and reclining on its side. It was overwhelming and magnificent at the same time. We then headed over to have dinner while watching a traditional Thai dance. Their dances are not at all what we were expecting. They were very elegant and beautifully dressed women who moved very miniscule while their fingers were the main show. These fingers bent all the way back to their wrists and at times they had extremely long fingernails. After their show they went into the dinner floor and pulled up people to come learn their dance on the stage. Kelsey was chosen and I couldn’t stop laughing the whole time she was mimicking them. As for the night mayhem, we visited Kohsan road… back packers paradise… buckets and towers heaven. No cars or motorcycles drove down this street it was packed with street vendors selling their clothes, bars blasting music and overflowing out into the street, carts filled with fried bugs, and crazy drunk backpackers having the time of their lives. There was a huge group of us that split up and eventually all met up later at the club. We started the night with ordering a tower of beer (3 liters) and hanging out with our new friend Max from Germany. Shortly after Kelsey, Lucia, and Nicole were eating fried scorpions and insisted they didn’t taste bad at all.

Hahaha, liars. Jeni and I tried them afterwards and painfully chewed them. Ours were not as charred and crispy as theirs. Instead we got to eat just the most delicious fat, juicy, and gutty ones whose legs stayed in our teeth and taste that wouldn’t leave our mouth. Kelsey and Lucia continued to be daring and ate a fried frog. Watching from afar, an inebriated 40-year-old British man was intrigued by Kelsey and bought her a 4 inch hissing cock roach to chomp on. Kelsey refused and asked him to eat it instead, so he took it but only licked the whole thing and gave it back to her…Kelsey said YOBO and ate it… taking a huge bite and ferociously tearing the head off of the sucker, chewed it like a boss. We bar hopped down the road and Kelsey got pulled in and wrapped up with an Indian guy who only had one dance move…. The no-no-no shake of the finger, with sassy duck faced lips, sunglasses hanging off the bridge of his nose, while he slowly dropped in to the floor. Late into the night we finally found the other part of our group! We turned and found this sketch door with a flickering blue neon sign above it that said “The Club” and danced our way inside. After last night and not thinking it could get any better or crazier, Bangkok surprised us once again and gave us a rachet night.