We crossed the border into Bangkok and we sat down for a lunch of pad Thai, arguably the best I have ever had, which I decided to pair with a can of Chang, for the purposes of understanding the Thai experience and educating myself on the local culture. That night we had a goodbye dinner and a further goodbye night on the town, complete with dancing (naturally mostly me), some laughing gas, and generally meandering through some pub neighborhood on the north side of town. Generally, I try not to record my hedonistic streaks, in an attempt to live in the moment, but I did witness an exquisite collection of mostly obscene wristbands of which I happily took a photo. The wrist bands are all in the genre of “I heart…” or “I love…” and, as a collection, are guaranteed brilliant works of poetry or, if read together as one narrative, a work of short fiction. I will say no more. After the wee ones went to bed, us older kids went on an adventure around Bangkok, looking for opium dens or something unprecedented, and came up rather empty. Over the night’s last round of drink I vaguely recall rapping the first half of Ice Ice Baby while pouring a bucket of ice down my shirt. It’s a hot town, bring water if you ever go. Despite my bingeing I awoke the next morning in tact and spent the day wandering the day markets of Bangkok and went to sleep on a night train to Nong Khai, after being verbally assaulted by a Thai policeman for bringing beer onto the train.
Victor Bernabei is just another millenial travel blogger. But here's the twist: He isn't a millenial! His goal is to see as many countries as he can, and spread the message that the world is not as scary as the news wants you to believe, and that there is beauty in all people, places and things.