Walking the streets of any foreign city sheds a light on how it operates. Bustling Bangkok is the capital of Thailand, housing almost nine million people in the city. Strolling down streets to discover markets, shopping districts noticing that scooters are the best transport. Either they are parked on the side walks or zipping by on the street, a few make shortcuts to dodge the traffic weaving through the local shoppers on the side-walk.
Shops spill out on to side-walk, competing to display their wares. A few tables hug the road side selling things from mobile phone cases, jewellery, gadgets, paintings, and what looks like junk. Though it could be second-hand. Weaving through the street, eyes are on you, vendors ready to pounce on a sale.
The streets are filled with horns, cars gridlocked in some sections, while scooters zip through the holes, tuk tuks supply a cheap alternative to taxi’s, though while empty beep to get your attention.
An open air market provides the Thai’s with a place to get their groceries and stock up. With many markets around Bangkok there is something for everyone. Below is the area for hand bags of all shapes and sizes. Above is the dried goods section. The most stand out is the pork crackling in bags. Yum. I may be getting hungry.
Above: Street food carts, parked and ready to be picked up and used.
Finding our way back to Convent Street in Silom, street vendors lining both sides of the street, give us options of what to eat. Tonight it was Hainanese style chicken and rice. A small scoop of rice placed in the middle of the plate, topped with poached chicken that is tender and soft. A few slices of cucumber and some coriander and a dipping sauce. This particular dipping sauce was spicy, chili and garlic. A small amount on the chicken for me only, though Roy was in his element.
The street stall (below) who served up our dinner, mum, sister and daughters. Working hard, but always with a smile.