Now HERE is the last blog from Bangers, luckily for you all there’s no wifi at the station or on the train. Here is the sensational Dum sim from the Shanghai mansions. Served by the incredibly beautiful and kind Ruby. When Ruby asked after “Madam” and I explained that K was in Adelaide to be […]Read More So I lied. Get used to it powderpuffs.
Just four days but what a blast. We’ll def be back. The oldies (ahem, what Pete Townsend called “My Generation”), really rock it here. Is it the heat, the lemongrass, the chili, ginger and garlic ? Tom Yum for breakfast with jasmine tea ? Whatever they’re doing they’re doing it just right. They are kind […]Read More Leaving Bangkok Boo Hoo
Hail to thee beautiful flower Queen.Read More Beautiful flower Queen of Bangkok
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 […]Read More The Secret Garden (Café)
One of the many delightful inevitabilities of aging are the nocturnal peregrinations. On this trip my bladder has been in a constant state of horrified disbelief. Our hotel in Bangkok is groovy and retro in a street lined with hidden cafés and hip bars. A thin building, with a normal staircase that gently winds to […]Read More The Stairs of Death
You look out for the long winding queue… (the restaurants next door have few diners and, inevitably, long faced restauranters who no doubt dream of slipping arsenic into the bubbling vats or releasing rats and cockroaches into the kitchen) but you can’t miss Thipsamai – and as you can see from the photo above very […]Read More Pad Thai-riffic