Upon arriving in Bangkok, after a 28 hour train ride from Butterworth, Malaysia, we stepped out of the taxi onto what I not so fondly referred to as Khao San Road Jr.
Just a few blocks from the actual Khao San Road, this street had the same vibe you would find in that famous locale, mostly foreigners in varying states of drunkenness, overpriced restaurants lining one side of the street, and souvenir stands on the other.
As we made our way down the street to our hotel, Kali observed, “There are so many white people here. It’s weird.”
“Yes,” replied Sierra, “It’s unnatural.”
It was unnatural indeed. But we did enjoy the street food and acquired some comfy gypsy pants before heading to rural northern Thailand.