Today has been INSANE.
We checked out the map for some places to go and decided an art gallery might be a chilled out place to visit, oh how wrong we were, we took a taxi to the first gallery-which sucked, then were advised to visit some photography exhibition, after wandering around the streets of Bangkok for four hours in the blistering heat, we gave up and headed back to the hostel.
One of the hostel workers said we should go to some food joint with a crab logo to get dinner which we found pretty easily, the menu was like nothing i've ever seen before... fried goose feet, pig entrails, whole squid, and any fish you wanted-ALIVE. No thankyou, i had some noodles.
As we were eating it started to rain outside, which soon turned into a monsoon, we got absolutely drenched and apon our arrival back to the hostel, a casual ciggarette outside turned into me having cockroaches literally crawling across my feet!
We dried off and chilled out downstairs for a while, as we were about to go to be some irish guy and a few others asked if we wanted to go for a few drinks... we hadn't actually met anyone yet so we figured why not.
To get to the bar we walked down some alley ways and backstreets which were absolutely packed with ladyboys (who I think are probably more attractive than the Thai women) and then we finally got to the bar, at which point the 'leader of the group' the curly haired irishman decides that he likes my tattoos and thinks it'd be a cool idea if he gets one- funily enough the dodgy little tattoo shop was right next to the bar so we head on in and tell the guy that this irishman (for some reason) wants to get the words 'jack & coke' tattooed on his left ass cheek...
Now this tattooist looked about 18 years old and took about an hour to do this tattoo which looked pretty terrible even though the tattooist had apparantly been tattooing for 8 years when infact he was quite obviously an apprentice.
After a few more drinks we decided to head home and I wish we'd gotten a taxi because this was the most horrific 5 minute walk of my life and i'm pretty sure i'm going to have nightmares tonight...
Rats. Rats absolutely everywhere, rats and cockroaches, two of my least favourite creatures on this planet, not only rats and cockroaches but as we walk down the street I hear music playing, and I can see in the distance a man holding a microphone with some sort of speaker attatched to him, and a thai woman leading him down the road, as we get closer I realise that he needs a guide because his eyes are completely missing and he'd quite obviously been a victim of a horrific act of torture in order to make money. I am absolutely mortified and the only thing stopping me from bursting into tears is the fear of ruining this experience for my best friend by making a scene.
So i've come to the conclusion that I really don't like Bangkok and i'm hoping and praying that tomorrow when we visit the grand palace of Bangkok we'll have a great time and i'll forget all about the man with no eyes.