Welcome To Bangkok

Welcome to Bangkok-



After a day's worth of travel (we skipped over Sunday), a first for both of us, we've set up camp in Bangkok. It's everything we read about; hot, sweaty, chaotic, familiar, totally foreign and completely friendly. Buildings that you'd find in any metro U.S. city right next to shanty towns, men jackhammering in flip flops, shorts and t-shirts....insane road crossings, broken sidewalks, divine food. You name it. The maps don't necessarily reflect reality, but there is no shortage of friendly Thais willing to help.

Last night, as we walked around trying to catch up to our jet lag, a man asked if we wanted a cab. We told him "no thanks, our hostel is right across the street". Then he said "Bing bing chow?". I thought he had noticed how willing I was to want to learn the local language. To me, "bing bong chow" was Thai for "no thanks friendly man, I don't need a cab". Jenn astutely recognized that he was saying "Ping Pong Show?". What's that? Well, it a show were incredibly talented Thai women shoot ping pong balls using nothing but the unmentionables. Can they catch them? We may never know.