I really hope I get used to my temporary home soon. When I woke up
this morning I looked at my watch and it was only six. Khaosan Road
is a bit like the epicenter of touristic craziness. That's why the
street is crowded and loud till late at night. Many foreigners like
the hype, the noise and the attention they get. Most of them leave
when they've had enough of it. But some just stay and work the
karaoke bar next door till three in morning.
I thought about getting up at that early hour, I thought about
starting my day, about what to get for breakfast, I thought doughnuts
and fell back asleep. An hour later my alarm rang. I realized and
ignored it, which is exactly its purpose. I like the dozing off till
the second, the serious alarm rings. I dozed off, the alarm rang, it
was eight o'clock and I got up.
I went to the bank to get more Bahts to spend, and found my way to
McDonald's because I couldn't find a Doughnut shop around. It's weird
how comforting it is to eat something you know from home. Today I
left most of my stuff at home to move around more freely. First thing
on the list was to get a taxi cab without getting ripped off. I let
the pink ones pass, because I didn't like the idea, and stopped a
blue one.
Actually I was never too fond of the color blue. I didn't have
anything particular against it, but somehow I never got anything
blue. And it started at an early age, I never liked my fountain pen
to write blue, I always used black ink or a pencil. I mean, there was
exceptions. For example, one day, I got a super dope backpack from my
friend Sookyung. It was all black, but the logo was stitched in blue.
That was okay. I still don't wear blue jeans often, but I recently
have built a strong affection on blue shirts. Navy not so much, but a
strong royal or light blue I came to like a lot.
The cab was dark blue. I opened the door and said: “Meter on?”.
The driver only smiled, but didn't say anything. “Sorry”, I said,
“sawatdee khap. Meter, please?” He nodded and I got in. First
thing I noticed was, it smelled exactly like in a taxi in Korea. I
don't know, perhaps all cabs in the world smell the same, but I found
it funny enough. It was super clean and Mr. Suchen seemed like a nice
guy.
I told him I wanted to go to Siam Station. And to be honest, at first
I thought he was pulling a Driving Miss Daisy on me, but then I saw
him adjust the radio volume. We didn't talk, so he switched it on. After a while he tried to lower the volume from seven to six,
but it jumped to five. He slightly turned the nob and it went from
five across six to seven. He tried it again, but again it looked like
seven was only using six to get to five. He put more and more
attention to it, but his nervous hand finally left it, with a sigh,
on five. He didn't seem like a bad guy.
I bought a ticked and got on the sky train. I rode it for a number of
stations, I knew that Mo Chit, the one I was heading at, was at the
very end of the line, so I laid back and listened to some tunes while
outside the city was passing by. At one of the stops the doors opened
and everybody left. Man, this is a popular station, I thought, before
I realized that it was the last stop. The sign said On Nut and I
understood I was at the wrong end of the line.
It wasn't much of a big deal, though, the trains are cool and it
reminds me of sitting in a subway train in Seoul. It's just, my plan
to get there early was now clearly failed. Still, I enjoyed the ride
back. I read a little, wrote a little, and before I knew it we were
there. It was crazy how many tourists were on the train, but it was
nothing compared to the market. I followed the crowd over the bridge,
along the street a bit and finally through one of the entrances.
Chatuchak Market has close to thirty different zones, my journey
began in section number six. I knew it would be super hot, but I
definitely wasn't prepared for this. It reminded me of a skate
session near the campus of Hanyang University in Seoul. It was the
winter of 2009 and one of the coldest days in my life. I was wearing
so many clothes that I could barely move, and you had to move in
order to not freeze, but it was actually so cold that I wasn't even
able to warm up properly. That day was the last time I went to the
sauna, and it was good.
It wasn't actually too bad, and I think that the heat is just part of
the market, but what really bugged me was that I felt like the only
person who was really really sweating his ass off. I mean, most
people had a little stain on the shoulder where the straps of their
rucksacks were, but not me, I was wet like a dog, literally dripping
from my chin to my shin. Man, I really have to get used to this place
soon, I must have looked like I just got off the plane. It was highly
embarrassing.
I've read that if you have the chance to go to the market more than
once, you should consider portionizing it and stick to a few sections
each time. I found that a good idea and spent most of the time in
section six, I went to several other ones, too, but for me six was
the most fun. Like right at the beginning I saw some Nike Blazers
hanging around in a shoe corner and just knew this was gonna be
trouble. Negotiating was fun and I ended up buying four t-shirts, a
pair of pants, another shirt and two pairs of shoes. Good shit.
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