Any DIY trip involving LCC connecting flights could be a dicey situation. Delays would wreak havoc on the best-laid plans with only a few hours elbow room between flights. I’d rather spend the night at my layover. That was how I lived out the 80s hit song, One Night in Bangkok, literally. My friend Jo and I were on our way to Myanmar via Cebu Pacific Air to Bangkok and Air Asia to Mandalay the next morning.
Some looked like they were flipping the bird. Others were like bells with their pointy handles jutting out. Some were dome-shaped, others cylindrical and needle-like. Some were merely a few meters taller than I, others towering landmarks in the city. All were ornate in colorful designs yet with a common distinct architecture. I had not seen so many of them until I got to Bangkok.
My trip to Bangkok would not have been complete without taking to a river. Bangkok was, after all, the “Venice of the East.” Due to limited time, I reluctantly skipped the Floating Market in Ratchaburi. But I took time for Chao Phraya River, the aorta at the heart of Bangkok.
After about 12 hours on the road (from Siem Reap, Cambodia) and a serious case of backpacking burn-out, we finally arrived at our last stop, Bangkok. Sawasdee! Road-weary, sleep deprived, and with Cambodian dust press-powdered on our faces, we just hoped for some downtime from roughing it out for almost a week in two countries. Thailand did cut us some slack, but our short stay had its ups and downs.