Even as I didn’t speak the language, people were more than willing to communicate. Thailand smiles were for real.
The food was magnificent. I fell hard for the issan cuisine of song tam, fermented sausage, delicate fish preparations. In Bangkok it was seafood egg pancake, crab in curry sauce, and roast pork knuckles over rice and sautéed greens. A coconut everyday didn’t hurt either. My host Mim also got me hooked on Leo beers and yam salads made with mackerel fish.
The kids were spot on with trends; everybody looked like a copy of the IT gals of fashion blogs.. Mile high heels paired with shorty shorts and a polyester flowy tank.
I will never forget the image of clubber teens gnawing on chicken wings in their lipstick and heels outside of the clubs. Or 3 skinny girls sharing a motorbike going to a club, gossiping and laughing as the rider tried to kick the starter again and again…
