Jeff and I are in Bangkok again. One word describes this
city. Colorful.
It is the Crayola crayon box of Asia. Skittle like cars turn traffic into rainbows.
The transit–colorful.
The street food? Colorful, yes. Edible? Uh…
The street markets? Stinky, crowded and full of colorful smells.
The sweet food? High caloric and colorful.
The sushi we had in for breakfast with our coco puffs? A colorful part of indigestion.
Even the gazillion of shrines are a coloful sight for
sore eyes. Some are just ribbons tied around trees.
Others resemble golden bird cages with a
centipede like goddess with multiple limbs perched inside. ,
Take a closer look, and you’ll notice how the shrine is surrounded by rows of creatures lined up perfectly by someone with obessive compulsive disorder.
They are just asking for a seven year old to knock them down like dominoes.
The pious leave colorful offerings of flowers and Fanta .
This lamp on Sukumvit
was colorful…among other things.
The pool on the top of our hotel? Colorful.
The political parties in Thailand are even named after colors. Fortunately, we didn’t see any red shirts, not even on pets.
So where did we spend most of our time in Bangkok? In our hotel room, parked in front of a colorful LCD screen, watching English TV stations that are blocked in China.
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