The plane to Bangkok was forty percent full of Israelis--a truly crazy thing. When you ask locals in Laos, India or Thailand how many people there are in Israel, they say somewhere between fifty to one hundred million. For a country of seven million respectively, they travel a lot. A short plane ride and a few new friends later, we all made our way to the Khao San Road, a vibrating hot mess that is home to all who backpack through Thailand and the rest of South East Asia. Packed with pad thai stands, t-shirt sellers, and young Thai boys who pull off hot pants better than most girls I know, the Khao San Road has all of the comforts of home. All night 7-11s, tailors galore, and every bit of food you could ever crave from calzones to Chunky Mo
nkey. Less of a party than a passing through point, most people look as though they just peeled themselves off the beach. Braided hair and bikini tops pass as uniform here and Hebrew is to be heard everywhere, especially from the stall owners. Food is cheap, accommodation is decent, and there is everything to buy if you are in the market. Aside from the Grand Palace and an art museum, it is not a place to stay too long. It is like a zoo--at first you are amazed to see all the kids out in the wild but as the sun sets, the novelty fades as well. To the islands we go...To see photos of Bangkok, please click me
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