BANGKOK
Just a quick check in before the pool, then a boat up the river, a swing by Jim Thompson's house, high tea in the refurbished Author's Room at The next-door Oriental, a splurge at the spa...
Not quite India here is it? Yesterday with R a whirl of easily managed activities and a few of my Bangkok favorites. Chatuchak Market spiffier then I'd left it but all favorite shops in more or less the same place and the fantastic hidden bar tucked in amongst the baskets and lacquerware of section 8. Even same lovely Indian gentleman who serves a mixed offering of salty snacks for B. 20. And music excellent.
Had forgotten just how simple it all is here - transport snappy, diet cokes at every turn, and 7-11s (not a good thing of course, but an easy one) and this masterful hotel to be launched from. Food odd in the market - Indian food far more familiar. Everything here jellied and baggied, entire meals offered up in bags within bags - so neat and so very foreign. And the dried squid on a stick, that I'd forgotten.
More soon, too nice to stay in typing now...
C
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