Early on while backpacking through India and SouthEast Asia, my wife Carrie and I realized that there really wasn’t that much of a difference between a $3 hotel room and a $13 hotel room.

SRI LANKA - 600 Rupees ($4) - Healey Tourist Inn, Dambula

Sure, the more expensive hotel room might have a Western toilet in the room instead of a shared squatty potty, but neither had a comfortable bed or was especially pleasant to be in.

SRI LANKA - 600 Rupees ($4) - Healey Tourist Inn, Dambula... The bed and pillows were made of straw

For instance, the above room in Dambula, Sri Lanka, featured the gem-of-a-mattress  you see to your right. Filled entirely with hay and stray, it was about as comfortable to sleep on as you would imagine.

Yet we stayed there, because it was the best hotel room we came across. I don’t even want to think about what may or may not have been living inside that bale of hay. Sometimes it would poke through while laying on it, others it would just exist like a bed of cement. Needless to say, we were thrilled to get out of there first thing the next morning.

Another prime example of an awful bed can be seen in the below photograph taken in Ubud, Bali. For $8, we got what the hotel owner refered to as a “large bed.”

BALI - 80,000 Real ($8) - Ayu Bungalow, Ubud

However, upon closer inspection (aka, laying down on it), we quickly realized that it was made up of two twin beds pushed next to each other, alongside an even smaller third mattress and covered with a single sheet. And, because it’s what you do when backpacking, we stayed there for four days.

Port Blaire, Andaman Islands, India

Sometimes the rooms are big…with uncomfortable beds…

And other times times they are barely big enough to move around…with the same uncomfortable beds.

INDIA - 500rs ($10) Bombay

The most absurd part about the room above was that, because it was in Mumbai, India,  it was our most expensive room to date at a whopping $10. No real walls: just four thin pieces of balsa wood separating us from the room next door and a rickety fan perilously spinning from a communal ceiling.

Sadhana Forest, a hippie community in Auroville, India

The room above was in Sadhana Forest: an organic commune dedicated to reforestation in India. It was one of our favorite stops on the entire 9 month backpacking adventure…but the bed sure wasn’t comfortable.

Now keep in mind, Carrie and I willingly chose to stay at these places. Partly because we were on a budget, but also because they provided us with some of our most memorable experiences. These were the places that we got to meet the locals and learn about all the amazing places to visit from our fellow travelers.

Quite often, there was an idyllic scene just outside the door and had we not stayed in these budget guesthouses we never would have had the chance to explore the area. Take the below bungalow. While teeny, it also literally was less than a minute from the white sands of the Arabian Sea in Goa, India.

INDIA - 200 Rupees ($4) - Costello's Cabanas, Benalum, Goa

Of course, from time to time we found ourselves in an absolute hellhole like the Overstay: a whorehouse turned guesthouse in Bangkok. It was during Songkran – the Thai New Year – and Carrie and I found ourselves with little other option than to spend five nights there after we met some amazing new friends.

It’s amazing what one puts up with just to make it easy to hang out with people. (and no, the final photo below was not our room, but it was where dozens of other traveler’s slept in the Overstay).

The floor was a popular sleeping spot at The Overstay in Bangkok during Thai New Year, though we had a "room"

Want to read more about some of the absurd places that Carrie and I stayed? Then check out:

• The Most Disgusting, Slummy and Awful Place I’ve Ever Stayed…for Five Days
• Chungking Mansions: Bedbugs, Racial Tensions and Closet Sized Rooms
• Chasing a Naked Thai Thief into the River Kwai at 3am
• How Can I Possibly Sleep On This Bus?
• Making a Home in Hampi Next to a Tee Pee
• How to Stay in a Hotel for $4 – $6 Per Night in India
• Zip Lining, Leeches and Sleeping in Treehouses at the Gibbon Experience

OK, I’m done now. For the comments section…what is the most absurd place you have ever stayed in during your bargain holidays and why. Discuss :)

Behind the lines with the Red Shirts of Bangkok, Thailand

“…our plans changed when our cab approached a traffic jam caused by an angry mob facing down an army blockade with a public bus burning behind the line of soldiers.

From what we gathered, the Red Shirts had set the bus on fire to form their own blockade against the oncoming army, but as a result the army had to stop all traffic from going by. This caused the motorists to become quite angry and as we got out of the cab and joined the scores of onlookers on the sidewalk tensions seemed to mount.”

…skipping a little here. read it all at Civil Unrest and Meeting the Red Shirts…

“My time as an adrenalin junkie was short lived, however, as a few minutes later the army decided they had had enough and opened up the barricade to the motorists.

Naturally, we wanted to see more so we followed the cars past the burning bus and walked around until a rickshaw driver offered to take us to the Red Shirt encampment area.
Smiles and open arms were all that greeted us when we reached the home base of the Red Shirt resistance. Everywhere we went people wanted me to take their photos and were hopeful that we were with a news agency so they could tell their story. The encampment itself was extremely organized and well stocked.

Booths were set up with free water, food, tarps to sit or sleep on and more. It doesn’t hurt that the ousted PM is a billionaire and is self-financing his own revolution. I even had my toe, which I banged up earlier in the day, cleaned and wrapped by the super-friendly, and free, first aid staff.”

…keep on reading…

…or enjoy the unedited photos from that day…

Police Boat 813, that was thrown 2km inland by the tsunami wave in 2004 in Khao Lak

Just down the road from Police Boat 813 is the Stabile tsunami memorial, a tall set of steel spires that reach into the heavens by Lars Englund. According to the plaque located alongside it:

Stable - A Tsunami memorial in Ko Lak, Thailand

Year: 2005
Technique: Stainless Steel
Size: 5 m. x 0.6m. x 0.6m.

Stabile, which means “something sound and solid”. Stabile is actually related to a series of furniture that Mr. Englund designed in the 1990s, like lamps, chairs and tables. The leg construction of the furniture inspired him to a new series of sculptures, made of metal or wood and mounted sturdily on the floor or, if outdoors, on the ground.

The Stabile is an abstract geometrical sculpture, made of brushed stainless steel and approximately 6 meters tall, striving upwards, towards the sky, or towards universe. Mr. Englund would like the spectators to make their own interpretations of his concept. He has said, “you are supposed to enter into my work, but only with your mind”.

Christina C. Palm
Acting Consul General for Sweden
22^nd July, 2006

Assuming you can find it, visiting Stabile is a somber experience. There are very rarely any other people around and the poignant words and peaceful scene that surround the memorial leave visitors with plenty of information and time to reflect.

Stabile Tsunami Memorial Ko Lhak Thailand

Police Boat 813, on the other hand, has become something of a touristic magnet. Located off the west (inland) side of Petchkasem Road, not far from the intersection of the road leading to La Flora, the site is well-marked. Inside, there is an informational booth that sells CDs, books and other items, with all proceeds going to a tsunami-related charity.

Police Boat 813, that was thrown 2km inland by the tsunami wave in 2004 in Ko Lak

Carrie and I in front of the police boat memorial

Carrie and I found our way to both Police Boat 813 and the Stabile tsunami memorial while spending a few days relaxing in Khao Lak before heading off our our awesome five day scuba diving live-aboard boat experience. Both sites are accessible by foot, although we got around on a rented motorcycle.

The town of Khao Lak itself is a sleepy little hamlet along the coast that reminds me a bit of the Caribbean. It’s main source of income is tourism: particularly the backpacker scene and scuba-tourism. Scenically, it’s a bit like taking your holidays in Barbados. The weather is always beautiful, the sea is a beautiful blue, the air is clean and the tropical environment is lush and tranquil.

Police Boat 813 is literally located in the middle of a field next to a forest

The final photos on this post are of some of the signs and plaques located around the two Thai tsunami memorials. To learn more about Lars Englund, sculpture of Stabile, check out his site.

Stable Tsunami memorial description

A sign at the Police Boat 813 site

Text describing the original purpose of Police Boat 813

Fruit vendor at the Damnoen Saduak Floating Market

I may be back in the USA, but there are still a couple more travel blogs including the craziest thing to ever happen on a trip…

After 18 whirlwind days in Vietnam, Carrie and I headed back to Thailand for a week of relaxing, seeing some final sights that we missed the first two times around…and for a whole lotta shopping. Highlights included a train ride on the Death Railroad over the Bridge Over the River Kwai, a floating market, clubbing in Bangkok, driving more than 100 miles on a motorcycle to see amazing waterfalls and running into our friend from Phuket. Oh, and then there was the naked Thai thief that broke into our hotel room at 3am while we were on the porch that Carrie caught in the act and that I jumped into the River Kwai to chase after. But more on that later…

One of the Erawan waterfalls in the Erawan National Park

Based on the recommendation of Claire, our Scottish friend that we keep on traveling with, we went straight from the Bangkok airport to the bus station to head to Kanchanaburi, a small town on the River Kwai. We only meant to spend a couple of days there, but the laid back atmosphere and our sweet hotel room that floated on the river and had a porch with chairs and a hammock extended our stay.

Kanchanaburi itself is a sprawling town but the touristic area is limited to a long street of bars, restaurants, shops, hotels and food cart vendors. It was walking down this street on our second morning that a guy on a motorcycle stopped and said, “can I say hello?” Not wanting to deal with whatever he was selling, Carrie and I ignored him and kept walking. It wasn’t until he repeated his question and took off his helmet and sunglasses that we realized it was our couchsurfing friend Tut from Phuket. He had just quit his job at the timeshare company and was making his way to South Korea. What a small world!

Me, Carrie and Tut at the Erawan National Park

Along with Tut, we spent that evening at the night market where we wandered around sampling lots of foods and looking at all the junk for sale. The three of us also treated ourselves to massages: Tut and I got our feet done while Carrie got a full oil massage from a Lady Boy. The foot massage was quite nice and the masseuse used some form of dull pointed stick to access pressure points and kneed out knots that I had never experienced before. Very relaxing!

Waking up early the next morning, we rented a motorcycle and, with Carrie on the back, followed Tut to the Erawan National Park: home of a beautiful seven-level waterfall. Ranging in size and force, each level of the waterfall cascaded into beautiful blue pools perfect for swimming or other activities. One of the levels had a large mossy rock doubled as a water slide; we spent a lot of time there. Another highlight was swimming under a fall to get a massage from the water beating on our shoulders.

We could have spent hours at each level were it not for the little fish that bit the dead skin off of everyone’s feet when we stood still in the water for more than a second. More startling than painful, it still ensured that we didn’t stay at any one fall for too long. Fortunately, the crowds were not so bad and the higher up we went the fewer people we saw.

Shaky wooden bridges are common on the Death Railway

After saying goodbye to Tut, our next outing was a ride on the Death Railroad, which was named because of all the POW slave laborers who died building it during World War II. The trip started by going over the Bridge Over the River Kwai, which was made most famous by the old movie staring Obi Wan Kenobi himself, Alec Guiness. Carrie and I tried to watch it a couple of times before our ride but never made it past 10 minutes.

Death Railway chugged along for more than two hours, passing by streams, mountains and large caverns that had been dynamited out by the POWs. At some points the side of the train was literally inches from the face of the jagged cliff. We crossed a handful of rickety wood bridges over deep chasms and even went through a few tunnels. When the train reached the destination, we quickly hopped out and got a bus back to Kanchanaburi, finding it  just a bit silly that on one of our few days of not moving around we spent our time on two unnecessary forms of transportation.

Most of the rest of our time in Kanchanaburi was spent relaxing on our porch, wandering the main street, catching up on some much needed writing and photo sorting and eating lots of meals from an delicious and cheap local restaurant where we befriended the entire staff. My favorite part was playing paper airplanes with their two year old daughter while waiting for amazing pad thais and curries.

The porch at the River Guesthouse we were sitting on when the naked Thai thief broke in

My favorite part of our time in Kanchanaburi was our room, which literally floated on two canoes on the shores of the River Kwai. The entire River Guest House was built over the river with wooden walkways connecting the rooms with the reception area and the entrance. One of these walkways led up to a little patio in front of our door with water on all other sides. Our room was pretty small, but it also had a porch out back with two comfy chairs, a hammock and an area to either dip feet into the river or to jump right in. Check out their Trip Advisor page if you’re curious.

Carrie and I spent countless hours relaxing on the porch, watching the river flow and boats come and go. It is one of my most tranquil memories of the trip. However, that tranquility was shattered on our third night there. After spending the late evening watching a movie on the laptop on the porch, we brushed our teeth and returned to our chairs to gaze out at the full moon reflecting in the water at 3am.

Earlier that evening, Carrie had done a little tidying up and put our take out boxes, along with some other trash, in a plastic bag and hung it on the front door knob. This random act of cleanliness is the only reason for what happened next.

Follow the numbers with the story. 1 is the front patio where he entered the room, 2 is where we were sitting before running in from 2 through the room back out to 3, at which point I jumped into the river following the path of the arrow chasing the thief. He made it up to the walkway while I was halfway through the arrow, ending my chase

As Carrie was closer to the screen door separating the porch from our bedroom, it was she who heard the garbage bag rustling. At first she ignored it, but after it continued for a few seconds she got up to see what was going on. To her surprise, a long haired, tall and completely naked Thai man was standing in our bedroom. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET OUT OF OUR ROOM,” she screamed from the porch side of the screen door.

As Carrie remembers it, the man stared at her for a solid second or two looking completely startled, dazed and out of it. Then, he bolted out the front door. While this was happening, all over the course of a few seconds, I had quickly jumped out of my chair and into the room. Carrie had already run into the room and out the front door where the naked Thai thief had jumped off of the patio and was escaping in the river. “He’s getting away! Go after him,” Carrie yelled.

With no idea what he had stolen and no clue what I would do if I actually caught him, pure instinct and adrenalin took control and I jumped over the banister into the waist high river chasing after him. I gave a good run, screaming on the top of my lungs the whole time. “Stop! Thief! Help!” Unfortunately, by the time I made it halfway across the river to the nearest walkway he had already jumped out and was sprinting up a hill next to a house.

A reenactment of me chasing the naked Thai thief

I continued chasing, but realized that there was no chance of catching him as I was still in the water and he probably knew the area in the dark like the back of his hand. At one point towards the end of the chase I felt what I imagined to be a human limb halfway through Lipo brushing against my leg. I immediately began thrashing around, in case it was what I thought it was, and by the time I realized that it was nothing there was nothing else  to do other than get out of the water and return to the room.

During the entire chase, both Carrie and I were screaming on the top of our lungs. Anyone who has ever been to a Mets game with me knows, I can make a whole lot of noise. However, not a single light came on and none of the staff left their room to see what happened. In retrospect, we should have banged on the door of the hotel owner until he woke up…but really, what good would it have done at that point.

The inside of our room at the River Guesthouse...the thief made it as far as the fan before Carrie startled him and he ran

The only thing the thief had managed to nab was Carrie’s little digital camera, which was almost dead anyway after eight months of traveling anyway. Right next to the camera’s last position was my laptop filled with tons of non-backed up photos as well as bags with passports, money and DSLR cameras on the floor nearby. Thank god he didn’t grab any of those!

Had we woken up the owner, all that would have happened is that we would have had to deal with the police and file pointless paperwork. They would never get the guy, the camera would never be retrieved and the deductible on my traveler’s insurance was more than the value of the camera. In the end, all that was lost was two days of photos. Super bummer, but it could have been way worse.

Our chairs and TV used to block the front door from future robberies at 3am at the River Guesthouse

What we did do, however, was take every chair in the room and pile them, along with the TV, in front of the front door. While all the other doors in the room had bolts that could be locked from inside, the main entrance only had a simple push button on the knob. Did the guy pick it? Did he have a key? We had no idea, but spent the night laying in bed, not able to sleep, just waiting for him to come back with a bunch of friends.

Logically, we knew that we were in no danger and that no one was coming back, but that doesn’t stop the mind from working in overdrive. Our room was literally in the middle of nowhere and we knew that our screams would go unheard. I don’t think either of us managed to get any sleep until the sun came up that next morning.

As much as we loved that place, there was no way we could stay another night. So, after getting a couple of uneasy hours of sleep, we packed our bags and headed to reception. At least we wanted an apology and to know that the owner would put a better inside lock on the door. I had also thought it was only fair that we didn’t have to pay for the room. And so it began.

We started by asking the guest house owner, a Westerner, if he had heard our screams the night before. He replied that he was a heavy sleeper and so were all of his staff. As we then began to tell the story, he stood there listening with a big grin on his face the whole time…like he couldn’t care less. Anyone with half a brain could see that we were visibly upset and still affected by the ordeal, but he treated it as a joke. The closest to an emotion he showed was when he became defensive and said, “what do you think, that I sent him? Never! This has never happened before.” We told him that we really loved the place and wanted to stay, but that we didn’t feel safe and had to leave. He couldn’t have cared less.

Our hotel room was the building on the left. We were on the porch on the far left, the thief came in from the patio on the right

Finally, after five minutes of telling our story to his grin, I made the mistake of bringing up the money. This completely enraged him and he began yelling at us, demanding to know why we didn’t wake him up immediately to call the police. I said why, what would have been the point. He then demanded to know about my insurance but when I said it didn’t cover the camera he replied that that was my fault and not his problem. He then brought in the fact that I had bargained down the room price when we checked in (a standard practice in these parts) before yelling at me more and calling me a “cheap ugly fucking bastard.”

Entering the River Guesthouse (taken by Carrie)

When I tried to reason with him, explaining how much we liked the place but were just deeply disturbed by the incident and still wanted to recommend it to others, he replied with “do you want me to pay your fucking shrink bills back home too?” Finally, as the scene had escalated beyond anyone’s wildest dreams, we just gave them the amount due and began to walk out. This didn’t stop him from yelling more insults at us as we traversed the wooden walkway towards the exit. Not ever knowing when to quit and loving to get a rise out of people, I decided to yell back at him, “We just want you to be a decent human being.”

This final response must have sent him over the precipice to coo-cooville, as he now began to run down the walkway after me threatening to punch my face in. Not actually having any interest in hand to hand combat, I turned my back on him and walked up the steps and off his property to a final and long tirade of swears and insults.

The walkway leading up to our hotel room at the River Guesthouse

To this day, I am not sure what initially set him off. Carrie and I can only imagine that he must have other backpackers trying to scam him out of paying and he just thought that we were doing the same? But from the beginning he showed no human emotion to two people telling a harrowing story. It was all very odd. Hopefully, if he thinks it was a scam, he later saw our camera charger in the trash of the room and realized what a jerk he was.

Epilogue: Our final night in Kanchanaburi was spent in a lovely garden guest house with a little patio, one door and bolts in the inside. Still, despite the obvious safety of the room, it wasn’t until we left the town that the anxiety finally began to settle. In all of our time traveling throughout all of our trips, this was the craziest thing that ever happened. The weirdest part was that just earlier that day we had been discussing how lucky we were to have made it through yet another trip without any serious incident. I think Carrie and I must have ESP. :)

A fruits and veggies vendor takes a break to chat at the Damnoen Saduak Floating Market

The Floating Market of Damnoen Saduak is a highlight of the tourist trail through Thailand and one of the main reasons we booked one final week in the country. Boats line up to take visitors on a tour of the canals that weave their way behind and through a large neighborhood. All along the water are shops and stalls on stilts as well as hundreds of locals in canoes selling everything from fruits to hats, snacks, souvenirs, housewares and more.

For an hour, our motorboat drove us around the bustling floating market, stopping at various vendors along the way to shop for souvenirs. However, once our pilot realized that we were not actually going to buy anything, these pauses became less frequent. Instead, we got to see a slice of Thai life that was unlike anything I have ever seen before. Vendors were pretty evenly split between men and women of all ages, though my favorite were the old women who often were too busy chatting with each other across their boats to stop and try and hawk their wares.

All smiles for this female coconut vendor at the Damnoen Saduak Floating Market

Unfortunately, as the floating market it is close to Bangkok, thousands of day-trippers descended on the market by 9am. We tried make it all the way from Kanchanaburi before they arrived, but by the time we began our tour there were more tourist motorboats than actual vendor canoes. The waterways were narrow and every time a boat zipped by, all the others around it would splash around.

Boat traffic jams were frequent and the most common sight was of a Western tourist snapping a photo: not that I wasn’t amongst the guilty in this regard. In addition, the arrival of all these tourists has transformed the market into just another tourist trap trying to sell Buddha statues and other souvenirs. Gone are the days when it was frequented by locals just hopping onto their dingy for a quick trip to the veggie boat. Still, well worth a visit.

Fishing in what seems to be an open sewer in Bangkok

After our visit to the floating market, we headed back to Bangkok and to the apartment of Tom, a local who we found through Couchsurfing. As he works from home, we quickly dropped our bags off at his sweet apartment and headed out for a day of price checking and shopping at the MBK mall. Though it is called a mall, it is really a massive indoor market with more vendor stalls than actual shops and bargain prices. Needless to say, we only left because we ran out of time.

Upon returning to Tom’s place that night, we promptly headed out to check out a local market to have a delicious meal. The poor guy had been waiting for us for hours, as no taxi would use their meter to take us home (they just wanted preset and sky-high flat rates) and we had to hop on the subway, which got stuck in between stations for 20 minutes.

Dinner was great and Tom turned me on to a new version of the traditional Thai soup that I have had countless times over the months. I guess all along they could have put sweet and sour sauce in it…I just never knew to ask! Our evening concluded over a few beers back at Tom’s house where we chatted for a few hours before hitting the hay. Tom was a great host and a wonderful final encounter with Couchsurfing…for this trip at least.

Escalators at the Paragon Mall in Bangkok

The next day we woke up early and headed over to Khan San Road, which is backpacker central in Bangkok. Basically two long streets filled with bars, guesthouses, clubs, 7-Elevens and thousands of tourists, it is the first stop for most people in Thailand and a hub of activity. We found the cheapest guesthouse possible, locked our stuff up and hopped in a cab for the Chatuchak Weekend Market.

The Weekend Market was actually our first stop in Bangkok when we arrived back in April. After a few hours there we realized that we wanted to return at the end of the trip, buy an extra suitcase and go hog-wild shopping for clothes, souvenirs and other fun things at dirt cheap prices. Return we did, as we spent the entire day wandering around shopping until, before we knew it, the stalls were closing. Still, our shopping spree was not done, so we returned to the MBK mall once again before heading back to Khan San Road.

Walking around Khan San Road at night is a very unique experience. There were food vendors every five feet, drunk Westerners stumbling around, beggars, lady boys and people selling everything from teeshirts to lighters, hats and drugs. This one blind guy was led up and down the street all night singing into a microphone hanging around his neck for tips. I saw woman shoving a disabled boy with sores all over him into a stroller and trying to make him look as pathetic as possible for donations. Massage parlous and strip clubs were handing out fliers, as were the clubs and bars.

Tall buildings and shacks share the Bangkok Skyline

Really, Khan San Road is a paradise for all types of vices or sin. It is party central and a completely unique environment, hence why I wanted to experience it at least once and spend the night wandering around and taking it all in. However, it is not Bangkok. It is not Thailand. It is not anything other than an fake little fantasy world. That said, we did have a blast people watching. We also once again met up with Claire for one last evening on the town. Our destination was The Club (original name, huh?) where we joined a room full of mostly Western tourists and bad techno music and danced until the wee hours of the morning.

As our flight the next day was not until 4:30pm, we headed back to MBK for one final trip through the aisles. Needless to say, our bargaining power was lessened by the fact that we had all our bags with us and were clearly headed to the airport.

All in all, we spent 16 hours over three days shopping…which is funny considering how much I hate shopping. By the time we got to the airport to head to Hong Kong we had around 30lbs of new items. Additionally, we never made it to the Royal Palace or to a Thai boxing match, both of which were big reasons for our return to Thailand. Oh well, at least we got a ton of cool stuff!

Traffic flows outside the Chatuchak Weekend Market in Bangkok...on the left hand side of the road

It feels right to be back in a country where people drive on the left side of the road.

After Vietnam, it was a nice change to be back in Thailand where everyone is nice…even the shopkeepers. Shortly after our return I asked a cop for directions and he wrote them out in English and Thai, gave me bus schedules and even came over again to make sure I understood it all.

Perhaps the worst part of the stolen camera was remembering all the cool photos that were lost…like the ones of Carrie and I petting a baby tiger.

I drove more than 100 miles on a motorcycle in one day. It was awesome!

Carrie had an interview with Couchsurfing over Skype in an Internet cafe. How unorthodox and cool is that?!

Another bummer about losing the camera is that I use it to take notes on the go. I would put it into video mode and just record myself talking. Now I actually have to use paper and a pen.

Hats for sale on a boat at the Damnoen Saduak Floating Market

A few new motorcycle driving firsts: I drove with two other people (Carrie and Tut) on the back. That was tough. Also tough was when I took Tut to the bus station and had to balance his rolling suitcase between my legs while driving with him and his other luggage on the back. I was a bit wobbly both times, but at least I can now say I did it!

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but after 8 months and more than 20,000 pics, I am completely sick of taking photos. I can’t wait to get home and take a break.

There are bootleg 7-Eleven’s all over…like 7-Nine, 11-7, etc.

I saw two elephants during our return to Thailand. One on the streets of Bangkok by Tom’s apartment and the other being led down Khan San Road at night with his owner asking for money to take a photo.

On Khan San Road I had possibly the worst pad thai of my life. It was just noodles with soy sauce and heaps of MSG. Gross.

While I have eaten many random things on this trip, I opted against eating a roach or a maggot.

Balls of meat cook on a grill for sale in Patong, Phuket, Thailand

I am completely sick of people talking shit about Carrie and I in other languages in front of our face. Like we don’t notice when you point and laugh? Talking in Thai doesn’t cover that up, genius!

As we only had a few days in Bangkok and a lot to do, we treated ourselves to a ton of taxis.

With precious time left before returning to the USA, I gorged myself on food from ever street vendor I could find. My favorite were the bacon wrapped hot dogs on a stick for 50 cents. Mmmmm.

During our first trip to MBK mall we got a price quote on four belts. We returned on our last day with all our bags and the price had almost doubled. We even took a belt out and it was still higher than the original price. Carrie tried to reason with the woman, saying that she could give us the original price or get nothing at all. The vendor opted for not selling. I just don’t get the business logic in that.

It was the Queen’s birthday on our last night and the streets of Bangkok were lit up and photos of her were everywhere.

A holy tree next to a waterfall at the Erawan National Park

It’s fascinating to look at Thai money over the years. Every decade or so they print a new version of all bills with a new photo of the King reflecting his new age. The best are the ones from the 1940s that show the King as a child.

On the highway to the airport we were on a road with four lanes of traffic but no lane dividers painted. Somehow, traffic managed to flow smoothly.

After all our time in Thailand being surrounded by posters of the King, I must say I have much love for the man.

Everywhere we looked, people were wearing face masks to protect from diseases. In reality, it does very little to stop anything…but they are now a fashion statement.

Finally, our flight to Hong Kong was delayed by two hours (that we totally could have used shopping) and Air Asia, the cheapest airline ever that even charges for water on the flight, actually gave us each vouchers for food in the airport.

No videos this time, courtesy of the Naked Thai Thief