Khaosan, Patpong & The Chao Phraya River Cruise
From the Southern Bus terminal, we take a cab to Khao San road, as it is nearby and I was told that there are a few halal joints available. We plan to go to the Ratanakossin Island afterward – if time permits; therefore Khao San would be a good pit stop to refuel with regards to its distance.
Khao San Road in Banglamphoo, or widely known as the backpacker street. Here, farangs can be spotted everywhere.
Thai ubiquitous transport waiting for passengers.
Khao San is famous for two things – cheap and fake items. I’m thinking of getting myself an instant Ph.D from Oxford. Not!
We finally arrive at Aiesah Rosdee, where we have our delayed lunch.
Dumbfounded DH, struggling to select what to eat. All menu look appetizing.
Being typical Malays that cannot survive without carbo diet, we settle with yellow chicken rice and some spring rolls. Not bad at all. Far better from the one that we ate at the MBK food court.
Lunch over, we flag a tuk tuk in front the restaurant and ask for Phra Artit pier.
At the Phra Artit pier, queuing for the boat. The fee is 25bhat one way. For 120bhat, you will get unlimited day ride.
The view inside the boat.
Menam Chao Phraya, a famous name that I first learned (and still remember!) from my high school geography book. The water is a bit choppy today.
Maharaj pier, 5 minutes later.
Outside the pier, we are greeted by street vendors along the way to the Grand Palace.
A hawker selling photos of the royalties.
We notice that the Thais love their king so much, the devotion are reflected everywhere. His majesty can be seen on buildings, billboards, banners, calendars, posters and murals in every corner of the country.
An eerie life-like miniature monks. Note the expression and the skin texture. They look so real.
Too bad it is already 4.30pm when we reach the Grand Palace, and it is already close for the day. So we just spend our time lingering around the market. On the way back to the hotel, we stop by Silom for a stroll at the Patpong night market, something like our own Petaling Street, with exception to the strip bars and ’x-rated’ stuff off course, which Patpong is famous for.
A view inside Patpong, a place to go for if you are looking for not so cheap (depends on your bargain skills) imitation goods and some cheap ‘meat’ for men, women and anything in between.
