Not in Kansas anymore
April 29, 2008
Bangkok sounds of a thousand hearts beating. It is spicy on my tongue and silk to touch. It smells of pineapple and smoke. It is a woman with a broken heart and open legs. It is little girls at midnight in a grown up world. It is wet and it is thirsty. It is laughter and flowers and pavement and hope. It is old men with full bellies and hungry eyes. It is a little elephant who made me cry. Bangkok is orange robes in dusty lanes. Roosters crowing and frozen vegetables in my icecream. It is a breakdance to a symphony of engines and applause. It is hot and salty and sticky and sweet. It is wind in my hair and life before my eyes. It is everything for sale to the tune of resilience. It is stretched out on the asphalt with nothing but a smile. Bangkok is a short hello and goodbye.
Now in Pattaya I am learning that when I thought Bangkok was hot, I was mistaken. We are burning up in the fire here and the ocean offers no relief. A strawberry milkshake was the closest to God Ive felt in a while. I cant say I am particularily enamoured with this litle sin city. I have seen about three couples who havent consisted of an old white man with a thai woman half his age and quadruples more attractive. It is a bit vomit inducing in large doses. Still the heat leaves much time for reflection and free flowing thoughts and I am eternally grateful for my eyes opening wide to the world around me. Victoria is still in bangkok waiting for her love to arrive, so David and I are here on our own and will most likely be headed back to the big city tommorrow where we will celebrate Davids birthday and then head to the North. I am looking forward to seeing a more authentic, natural thailand.