Day Three: Silom

More to come

Squarespace’s blog app was shitily architected (I had a rep explain to me that because of the architecture of their cloud, offline authoring isn’t possible. When I pointed out that humans have been writing without the internet for thousands of years, he didn’t have a good response. I am disappointed), I can only write posts when I’m online. Not say, when I’m on an eight hour train ride.

Becky, I'm as shocked as you
Becky, I'm as shocked as you
It rankles me not knowing why their fire hydrants are different.
It rankles me not knowing why their fire hydrants are different.
Rather than being made of mostly urine, the floors of Bangkok's buses are hardwood. What's up, muni.
Rather than being made of mostly urine, the floors of Bangkok's buses are hardwood. What's up, muni.
And this creepy fuck....
And this creepy fuck....

We spent the afternoon walking around Silom and the Jim Thompson house. Interesting story, not worth the time. After the House though, we hung out at the Silom mall and took stock. I wanted to do that specifically to disabuse myself of the idea that Thailand is all stalls and tuk tuks. It’s not. It’s just as modern, bright, and flashy as the west.

And this cafe wouldn’t be out of place in SF.

Organic, locally sourced and roasted cold brew. Fixies in the background. Your move, San Francisco.
Organic, locally sourced and roasted cold brew. Fixies in the background. Your move, San Francisco.
Recycled leather bound journals. Sketch books. Biodegradable how-to guides.
Recycled leather bound journals. Sketch books. Biodegradable how-to guides.
Upcycled PET bottle speaker. And Kerry.
Upcycled PET bottle speaker. And Kerry.

commentor: Cindy date: 2015-01-25 07:05:09

Ronald appears to be giving the namaste blessing with, as you noted, a creepy expression. Very mixed messages. Thanks for the posts! Sorry you can only write "live" and can’t write and then upload. How quaint and old-fashioned.