Initial fears that the Bookings manager had done it again with a dark alley hostel next to a large Wat, a Thai Buddhist temple, were unfounded. Large, clean room and minimal chanting monks, far enough away from the madness of Khao San that a good nights sleep (essential these days) was had, time to explore.
Bangkok is an amazing city, the teeming mass of humanity has its own unmistakable odour, (well where we stayed anyway). Heavy fish sauce mingling with the dozens of street food stalls and the occasional waft of sewage. Paradoxically the place seems a bit cleaner and less frantic this time round. However, the best street Pad Thai is a walk past Victory monument and wait 40 minutes for a table at Thip samai.
A daily Thai massage for £3 should be considered essential.
Shaking it down and the journey out, a bit of Bangkok exploration. A first time visit to Jim Thompson house proving every day is a school day, well worth a few hours of your time. MBK shopping Mall where a Panerai costs £50, then Lumpini Park where the usual people watching was only just about average, it is time to move on.