Hiding from Bangkok.
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Todayâ€™s mission was to visit the Chatuchak Weekend Market, a place where 8,000 or 15,000 vendors (depending on if you believe Fodorâ€™s or Lonely Planet) set up to sell their wares every Saturday and Sunday. You can buy everything from rubber bands to furniture to artwork to chickens.
We set off early but still didnâ€™t manage to beat the heat. Our first stop was the post office to mail some items back home. It wasnâ€™t that far, but we were both hot and sticky by the time we arrived. We sent our stuff, enjoyed their AC, and headed out in the heat again.
The market is the northernmost stop on the Sky Train. The train was full of people headed to the same place, so when we got off we just followed the crowd. The sidewalk to the market was scattered with beggars.
The outer layer or ring of the market sells mainly clothing and shoes. Steve was looking for new Teva sandals, so it seemed we wouldnâ€™t have to go far. We walked through stall after stall, but only found some bad knock-offs. It seemed that we would not find the shoes without covering a serious amount of ground. It was hot and humid with no chance of a respite, plus I had a queasy stomach.
So as I was walking along thinking about how much things sucked, Steve -- in a stunning role reversal -- said, â€śthis is a really nice market!â€ť Huh. So I took stock of my surroundings. The outer aisles were wide and clean. It wasnâ€™t too crowded yet. No one was harassing us to buy things. The goods were varied. Hmmm, I guess it is a pretty nice market after all.
But in the end neither of us was in much of a shopping mode, so we decided to head back empty handed.
On the way home we stopped at the mall near our hotel so Steve could buy another Patagonia shirt at the outdoor store. We once again ate at the Irish pub (delicious salad for me, enormous soggy fish and chips for Steve) and pondered what to do next.
It was still fairly early in the day, but at this point there wasnâ€™t much I wanted to do other than sit in a air-conditioned room and wait out my stay in Bangkok. I have seen enough men with their heads half burned off (yep: two, outside the market) to last my entire lifetime. I am done here.
So we went back to the hotel and Steve worked while I napped.
Still in hibernation mode, we finally strayed across the street to 7-eleven for some nuts (â€śdinnerâ€ť). Thatâ€™s about as much motivation I could work up.
Need to go to bed a little early, as our ride to the airport leaves at 6:30am. Then we are off to India and the Himalayas!