I’m in Bangkok, city of angels, and sticky heat, and stinky smells, and food, glorious food. There have been a few changes since I was here in January. The night market at On Nut, where I ate my very first meal on the very first night of our first visit to our kids back in 2012—I’m grinning wildly in the photos, thrilled to be there and overwhelmed all at once—a place that in the ensuing two years became a favourite for us all, has gone.
Progress, I guess. An apartment building with 24 floors will be here in no time. The site is right by the On Nut stop on the BTS sky train—prime land.
As for the hundreds of stall holders who eeked out a living at the market? Some, a few, have stalls skirting the edge of the building site, the others have dispersed.
Nevertheless, people need to eat and to make a living. Street food stalls have appeared in some unlikely places.
Despite the hub bub of the traffic, the heat, the sky train rumbling overhead, this cramped corner was an oasis of calm, the food was prepared with care.
It was delicious.
For the next few weeks I’m on the road, in the air, on a boat, in the jungle, maybe, wandering around Myanmar and Thailand. If my advance research is correct, connectivity is likely to be erratic, at best, in Myanmar. So, although, I hope I’ll be able to put up some posts from time to time, it might prove difficult, if not impossible.
My monthly features: Book of the Month and Freshly Scene, won’t appear again until December.
And don’t be alarmed if things are quiet here, I’ll just be off the grid temporarily, gathering more stories to tell.
Ka Kite ano.