Bangkok, Iâ€™ve always thought, just isnâ€™t a city to arrive to at night â€“ from the relative safety of the airport taxi it comes across as dark, dirty-looking and a city of grime. In many ways, it tallies with many peopleâ€™s perceptions of Bangkok and I can easily understand why some simply wouldnâ€™t want to leave their hostel or hotel for the duration â€“ but that really would be a terrible mistake.
My hotel for the two nights, the Sukhumvit Suites, was what you could call adequate â€“ actually, Iâ€™ll be honest, I already penned a lengthy diatribe on the place on TripAdvisor (Click to Read). It was a bit of a shame as the arrival and the room itself was more or less exactly as expected, but the welcome mocktail that consisted of hideous cherry juice served in a shot glass reminded me of more summers than Iâ€™d care to remember spent in Donegal in Irish college eating and drinking the cheapest food and drink they could find; while the shower oscillating constantly between burning hot and ice-cold also served to encourage quicker-than-usual shower times. Finally, the restaurant (again, read the full review to see what Iâ€™m talking about) was truly dreadful â€“ I was being nice on TripAdvisor as it was.
The next morning we were up bright and early and after meeting some friends in one of Bangkokâ€™s very high-class new shopping centre development â€“ which by the way, for anyone who hasnâ€™t visited in a few years, is really something to stand in awe at; the shopping centres, not unlike KL, just get glitzier and glitzier â€“ for a quick breakfast, we set about following their suggestions of heading out away from our area near Asok, and making instead for the river boats two train rides away at a stop called Sathorn (Taksin) â€“ donâ€™t ask which name you use to ask for directions!
In spite of the relative age of the river ferries, I enjoyed previously and certainly enjoyed this time too, the passage up to Tha Tien â€“ even with the river frequently lapping up and over onto my lap.
Back onto the ferry and back across to the Tha Tien side of the river, it was time to move on and see Wat Pho, the temple of the reclining Buddha (as if they couldnâ€™t look any more relaxed) and eventually and inevitably, getting lost in Bangkokâ€™s â€˜trophy districtâ€™ â€“ all of which Iâ€™ll cover next time.