The trip to Bangkok, though short, was a memorable one is many ways. For one, it was my first trip alone, as in totally alone...roaming around on my own, meeting new people, at times it was a bit unnerving because you don’t know who to trust.
Then I was invited to a dinner at Atul’s house and the moment I entered, I was ready to tell Amlan, “This is how I am going to decorate my house.” And I met some fabulous people. A beautiful Iranian lady of a Pakistan origin who speaks so eloquently about liberalization, women’s emancipation, Another Pakistani married to English and now dating French at the moment who belongs to a distinguished family and a maverick by heart.
On the other hand, an old, smiling, English-speaking Tuk Tuk driver who warned about things and situations and gave me tips on where to shop, which places to avoid, how to avoid men…and a cab driver called me Aung San Suu Kyi because I was traveling alone without a man!
Then I saw the pretty ladies of Thailand who made me feel considerably old and I was kind of suffering from inferiority complex…as I was fitting into L size tees there! Gosh! But I loved the shopping—cheap bags, shoes, decorative items, silk…and what more you can bargain in the malls! Try MBK, that’s the best.
And what I missed was the greenery, my eyes sore of seeing seas of buildings and concrete and trees struggling to survive among the sky scrapers.
Sp all I want to say is, Kopkhun or Thank you…for giving me a space I needed, for letting me be as I would have liked to, for not irritating or bothering me :)
