The Secret Garden (Café)

Posted on by thedislocatedhippies

Bangkok has its own secret Café. There’s Billy in it above with the lovely Mancunian Rhiannon and her delightful pal Olga from Yekaterinaburg.

But how to get there ?  Think The Man from U.N.C.L.E. and Get Smart.

Go down the alley, past the barrels, stalls, garbage bins. Spot a tiny sign in front of a working florist shop (that whispers NaNa). Step into the florist’s filled with flowers. Swoon in the heady fragrances. Walk through the door at the back. Climb a circular staircase dotted with plants, flowers, objets d’art, knicknacks. Keep going til you reach the Friends Welcome mat. Cross the threshold and find GLORIOUS cakes

 

 

 

and amazing coffee. Give yourself ten points for finding this sanctuary and let your belt out another notch.

NaNa Coffee Roasters 31-33 Soi Nana Pom Prap, Pom Prap Sattru Phai (Chinatown) Bangkok

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Kristen and Billy sprang from the loins of 4 heroic ancestors. They roamed the Earth separately for an Age, playing the zither, predicting earthquakes, calling bingo games, eating sponge cakes, and watching old movies on tv. They were schooled by the Dominicans and the Christian Bros, what taught them their letters and scribbling skills. So, rudely equipped, and with a missal full of hymns in their hearts they stepped forth into the world. Kristen and Billy tried to keep the hippy flame alive as they strove and stumbled through work, like Kane from Kung-Fu crossed with Pollyanna, finding both good and evil in the hearts of men, ( but mainly good). They filled out time sheets and instead of villains punched the clock over and over again. Finally, the dark clouds parted, the sun shone through, they met each other, stopped punching and started living. Now they are two wide eyed, clickety hipped, post career dislocated hippies looking to get lost in a big wide world.