The Road to Pai, Thailand

By Mike Huber

After spending a couple months freezing in Nepal I was more than ready for a restful month (or three, as it turned out).  I was craving warmth, a steak, and some scuba diving, and southern Thailand quenched my thirst for all three.

After a month or two in southern Thailand spending the days scuba diving and embracing the sun it was time to head north. The previous year when I was in Chaing Mai I got sick off eating elephant poop, not intentionally but it had me leashed to a toilet for four or five days and ruined my entire itinerary. It was now time to return to Chaing Mai and steer clear of the elephants.

Everywhere in Thailand there are a ton of Temples to visit and northern Thailand was no different. After a few tours and meeting a ton of new friends the road to Pai kept coming up as one of the best roads to motorcycle in Asia. I located a rental shop in Chaing Mai and rented a bike for seven days.  This was a rather long time as the road to Pai roundtrip only took two or three days.  I figured with the added days I may do a layover day somewhere and just blast around the northern tip of Thailand to some less frequented parts of the country and have some shorter days on the bike.

My trip to Pai ended up being delayed two days as there was a massive monsoon that blew through and needless to say it wasn’t good riding weather.  Once the storm cleared I left on a Honda 500cc motorcycle ready to tear these roads up.  Although it rained usually once a day at one time or another it was tolerable and outside some wet roads my first few days were going well. The roads were incredible and it was quite similar to motorcycling in Vermont, outside of driving on the left hand side of the road. There were beautiful twisties and colorful canopies of vegetation that provided a kaleidoscope of colors when the sun made it through the foliage.

As I stated most the times the roads were wet and I adjusted my speed with the ever-changing road conditions. What I didn’t factor in was an oil spill on one of the corners as I approached Pai.  All I remember is “boy that slid out from under me really smoothly” and the next moment I was floating through the air.  Prior to being a paratrooper is I am very proficient at playing patty cake with the earth.  I executed the perfect PLF (parachute landing fall) and as I slid down the road after that execution I couldn’t stop laughing as the bike was spinning like a 600-pound fidget spinner and went off the road and settled into the grass.

As I stood up I performed a self-assessment of the damage to myself. I was very fortunate. Just a few scrapes and bruises.  My shirt and pants were pretty tore up I noticed a very sharp pain in my ribs.  I definitely cracked, broke, or fractured a rib. I picked up the bike and noticed one mirror was destroyed and my right foot peg was snapped off.  Also my front brake handle outside of a 2-inch piece was snapped off.  I had about four days left with the motorcycle so I would just use one finger on the front brake and move my leg from the rear peg to tap the rear brake as needed for the remainder of my trip.  My tourism layover days were now replaced with staying in bed to nurse my injuries with Chang beers.

I ended up completing all the roads I had planned on and it was now time to return the motorcycle to Chang Mai and continue to rest the cracked rib.  I am certain if this accident had happened in the United States the bill to the damaged motorcycle would have been over 1,000USD, but in Thailand it was under 100USD and I threw in a few Chang beers for a tip. The road to Pai is really one of the better roads I have ridden on, outside of the oil slick of course.  Still, it was a great way to explore northern Thailand.


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Pa-Pae Meditation Retreat

By Mike Huber

After scuba diving and a relaxing month living in Ao Nang, Thailand, I was becoming too comfortable and thought it was time to move north to experience Chiang Mai and its temples and sights near the Laos border.  I didn’t have much of an itinerary, but I had met a pretty cool French guy who highly recommended a Buddhist meditation retreat called Pa-Pae.  It was about an hour’s bus ride north of Chiang Mai.  Having never experienced meditation before, this seemed like a great opportunity.

I was surprised at how well organized the retreat was. It was adjacent to a small village with its own store and a local restaurants, but otherwise this retreat was in its own world separated from everything else. This was the perfect location to practice meditation. Wanting to experience this retreat even deeper I chose to perform a fast (water only) and not speak throughout the four days (the silence was the world’s loss for the four days).

Once settled into my little cabin on the mountainside and changing into the white pants and shirts they provided, it was time to relax until the evening meditation class.  The class would cover the basics of meditation in an attempt for me to clear my mind (never an easy task) and try to find some peace within myself.  Meditation isn’t easy for me.  It took a lot of work to focus on a mantra or an object within my mind and remove all the static from the outside world.

With there being three meditation classes daily and without speaking, I was able to silence my mind, if only for a few moments each class.  In between the meditation classes there were monks who would share their illuminating life stories and also provide answers to the many questions we first timers had.  With not being able to speak, the question-and-answer sessions were my only source of social activity.

Our final meditation ceremony was held around a fire pit.  This is where I almost broke my silence as the wood for the fire was quite wet (we were in a rainforest, after all) and I had an extremely difficult time pantomiming “get some gasoline to get this fire going!”  I did finally manage, though, and the fire was lit. When that evening’s meditation ended, we lit paper lanterns to release into the sky.  My lantern in the photo is the one stuck in the tree. Slip away!

Upon leaving I felt refreshed, rested, and almost ready for the next part of my adventure. I successfully completed the classes, my fast, and even my 92-hour silence. Later that evening I celebrated by stuffing my face with some Pad Thai and talking with my mouth full.  My next retreat should be one that involves learning proper manners.


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Huber. Michael Huber.

By Mike Huber

My apologies as my stories have been quite out of chronological order.  I wrapped up ~2 months in the beautiful country of Nepal. I still have several blogs to write on Everest Base Camp and Annapurna Circuit, and my experiences with the wonderful Nepalese people.  Upon completing my treks there I performed a typical “Huber” and was flipping coins more or less to find a new home.  I was tired of being cold and from hiking daily.  In search of a place where I could relax it seemed that Thailand checked all the boxes.  Thailand has warm weather, great people, food, and I could get some more scuba diving in.  Decision made.

My friend Nigel Rustage from Anum Scuba (www.anumscuba.com) has helped me find amazing live aboards before and is pretty knowledgeable on diving Thailand.  Just prior to arriving in Thailand I asked if he could recommend anything.  It didn’t take him long to respond with a 5 day live aboard that would provide me with 14 dives over my stay on the boat.

Once I was fully thawed out from Nepal and with a short flight to Phuket I was ready to begin diving again.  As I made my way to the pier there was a beautiful wooden tall ship in the bay.  Its name is The Junk.  I learned it would be my new home for the next four nights.  Once on the boat, which housed 22 divers normally, I found out there were only six divers on this trip.  This meant we each would have our own cabins on the boat. Perfect!

The reason for the title of this blog is that The Junk was the actual boat in the James Bond movie, the Man with the Golden Gun.  This made the boat even cooler in my eyes.  Throughout the dive trip that thought kept popping in my head, which was really cool. With the Bond boat being my home I was ready to meet my new diving friends and spend some time underwater around the remote limestone islands that are home in this part of the country.

The next day would be busy since four dives were scheduled.  I try to not do more than three dives per day as I begin to develop ear issues and the key is to be proactive and know when not to dive.  Combine that with on my third dive I got caught in a current that sucked me away from the others I and was forced to resurface after just 20 minutes. Upon surfacing I could hear expletives (coming from me) echoing off the tall limestone islands that surrounded me. I was frustrated.  I have had pretty much every type of mishap you possibly can have in my short 1 year of diving experience.  Mishaps are what make you improve and I understand this, but was a bit distraught with myself nonetheless.  It was bothering me to the point I was questioning if I should continue with this new hobby of mine.

One thing I did not want to do was quit on account of one bad dive. If I was to quit it would be after a good dive so that mentally the door for scuba diving would remain open. With the help of my new dive buddy, Danny, I regained motivation and within the next two dives had overcome the anxiety that was plaguing me. I ended the trip with only seven dives, which I was more than happy with, especially since they only improved once I got back into my rhythm.

A few days later Danny and his girlfriend Rahwa and I met up on the Pei Pei Islands and got to spend a couple days snorkeling and just hanging out around the island having a blast.  Danny had been to this island 10 years prior and introduced me to a speak-easy hidden inside a scuba shop which somewhat resembled a scuba museum with a beautiful wooden bar and some fine whiskeys.

This scuba experience yet again assured my confidence in my diving abilities and the scuba community. Nigel is 2 for 2 with his recommendations so far, and my next trip here I will certainly be reaching out to him.  That will most likely be sooner than later. Thanks again Nigel, Danny, and Rahwa.


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Muy Thai

By Mike Huber

Having spent over four months in Thailand I was well overdue to experience a live Muy Thai fight event in a local stadium.  Last Saturday with no real plans I decided I would do just that.  Rather than purchasing online I went to the local stadium, and with the help of a friend, I chatted up the stadium owner (who loved Americans).  Within a few minutes we had two ringside tickets for under half the price.  This was probably the only time where I received an actual “American Discount.”  In all my past travels the “American Discount” resulted in a 20% price increase.  Either way, I was excited to witness one of these events live.

On the way to the stadium that evening my plan was to get dinner somewhere along the way.   I noticed a nice Irish Pub.  I’m not one to pass up an Irish Pub, especially in Thailand where I was well overdue for a change in cuisine.  Corned beef, potatoes, and a couple Chang beers was a perfect change indeed.  The pub would also be a great place to hang out, eat, and talk with some locals who were also attending the event.  To add even more perfection to this scene they had Moto GP on the TVs in the bar.  It was the perfect environment and just a short walk to the stadium for the fights after.

As we entered the stadium and sat in our seats I began chatting up the people to my left.  They were from Australia, a country I was very fond of and had traveled extensively.  It didn’t take long before we were engrossed in conversations of travel, Muy Thai (which I really knew nothing about), motorcycles, and pretty much everything under the sun.  I made a comment to one of the Aussies wearing a NY Yankees hat (I hate the Yankees, obviously).  I gave him a hard time about the hat as we continued to joke back and forth. It turned out the Aussie with the Yankee hat was fighting that evening so it’s probably good I didn’t go too far with the berating of the stupid Yankees.

As the fights were about to begin everyone stood for the Thailand National Anthem.  Instinctively I faced towards the Flag of Thailand with my hands clasped in front of me in a respectful manner.  It was at this moment I noticed everyone was facing towards me and not the Flag.  I quickly turned 90 degrees to face the same way as the others when I noticed why this was.  In Thailand you face the giant portrait of the King during the Anthem and not the Flag.  The Aussies knew this and had a good laugh as they made the same mistake during their first attendance of one of these events.

The fights were a blast to watch.  The fighters were very respectful of each other and the customs of their country.  We watched maybe 15 fights or so throughout the evening.  Sadly, our new friend didn’t win his match, but it was cool to hear the word “Australia” mentioned over the loudspeaker amongst all the other words in Thai which I couldn’t understand.  It was a pretty solid Saturday evening and I was able to check seeing a Muy Thai fight off my Thailand to do list.


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Krabi, Thailand

By Mike Huber

After 5 weeks on Koh Tao it was time to move on to explore more of Thailand.  I was becoming complacent and really had a lot more to experience in Thailand before my visa expired.  Being comfortable in one place was a new feeling for me, and although it was a wonderful feeling it also meant that I wasn’t growing, which was a huge part of undertaking this journey. There was a lot of Thailand I hadn’t explored yet, but I wasn’t up for a flight.  So, after talking with others the city of Krabi kept coming up as a place of beauty.  So Krabi it was.

Krabi is a rather large city and after having recently spent two weeks in Bangkok, I was really done with large cities.  As with most cities you really cannot absorb the full culture there.  Yes, there are museums, temples, and other tourist attractions, but to fully feel the true heartbeat of a region you need to travel off the beaten path, which in most cases means meandering around the countryside.

Ao Nang is the “countryside” of Krabi, and although Ao Nang wasn’t that far off the beaten path, it was near the Andaman Sea.   There is easy access to ferries that could bring you to any number of islands quickly. This would make for a perfect base for a week in order to partake in island hopping day trips and even an overnight trip to Railay Beach.

Railay Beach wasn’t an island, but a remote peninsula that was only accessible by long tail boat.  Just a 15-minute boat ride and you were on what felt like on another planet.  The beach was beautiful with crystal clear waters around limestone mountains that popped out of the ocean in every direction.  There were monkeys running around and even parrots in the trees above me. The people here were on island time; there was no rush or hurry to do anything. Railay Beach was the perfect place to watch the sunset while drinking a cold Chang beer listening to a local play classic rock tunes in a smoky bar while people sat almost invisible in the far back on cushions enjoying their mushroom shakes with neon paintings glowing to guide the journeys they were on.  It was really a unique place, and for me to be saying that means a lot.

The remainder of the time in Krabi I spent on the beaten path joining in tours of the many islands.  The days were lazily spent snorkeling, sunning on the white sands, and embracing the emerald-green waters.  Ao Nang is yet another location on this trip where I seemed to continually extend my hotel stay day by day until I realized a week had passed and it was now time to move on to the next adventure.  My urge to leave was fueled by my new hobby of scuba diving.  Once again it didn’t take too long to decide my next destination: The Phi Phi Islands.


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Koh Tao, Thailand

By Mike Huber

Having a new addiction to scuba diving, it didn’t take me long to learn that Koh Tao (an island in southern Thailand) was another mecca for my new hobby. Koh Tao wasn’t a very large island and I was a bit concerned I would succumb to island fever.  The big difference is now I would be spending much of my time underwater, thus making the island much larger and more exciting than previous islands I had visited.  This new hobby opened up a new world to me just as learning to off-road on the BMW GS1200 had done. They both were previously unexplored frontiers that drew me in and begged for more exploration after each experience.

Koh Tao isn’t exactly easy to travel to from anywhere as you need to fly or bus, and then take a 3-hour ferry out to the island.  This to me made it a great destination as I knew those that were there were far off the beaten path and would be well grounded (mentally, not geographically).  Although the island was touristy, it was small enough that it was easy to make friends quickly. Another draw to this isolated location was that almost anyone that was here long term had the same line “I came here to visit for two weeks and never left and that was X years ago.”  This clearly told me it was a great place to set up a home base for a while and improve on my diving skills.

Outside doing a short blast up to Cambodia and some rest time in Bangkok (yes, it is possible to rest in Bangkok), the past month has been spent in scuba classes (to include advanced diver and rescue diver certifications), fun dives, spending time on the beach, and really just taking a few moments to enjoy chatting with someone at a bar while being fully present in life. The laid back island vibe and hospitality was something that had been missing in my previous travels due to my constant moving.  Koh Tao is where I was learning to finally slow down and really embrace the moments without tripping myself up with the racing thoughts I previously had of “what’s next?”  This provided an important step into my new lifestyle.

The happiness of being in the moment with my focus on watching my dive log fatten and my circle of friends grow is all I need at this time.  As I wrap this article up while sitting at a beach bar with a cold Chang beer sweating next to my laptop, it has me thinking if one day I will tell others “Yeah, I just came here for two weeks but that was X years ago.”


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Bangkok Part 7: Thai moto taxis

By Joe Berk

I mentioned Thai motorcycle taxis in an earlier blog, and on the way back from Wat Arun today, Sue and I grabbed a few photos just outside our hotel of young ladies riding moto taxis sidesaddle to points unknown (points unknown to me; they knew where they were going).   It’s an interesting take on Thai life in the big city.  I’d seen this moto taxi business in China 30 years ago, but not anymore.   In China today, you just don’t see motorcycles in the big cities.  And you sure don’t see anything like this in America.

The photography challenges were interesting.  I couldn’t get close to the bikes (it was a wide and busy avenue in downtown Bangkok), the bikes were moving, and the lens didn’t have a lot of reach (it was the 18-55mm Nikon kit lens, an inexpensive lens not nearly as sharp as Nikon’s pricier offerings).  I cranked the D3300 camera’s ISO up to 800 (even though I was shooting  during the day) to get the shutter speed up (to freeze the action), and then I relied on Photoshop to do the rest (the rest being cropping, adjusting the levels and the curves, adjusting for shadows, adjusting vibrance and saturation, and finally after sizing the photo to the sizes you see here, adding a touch of sharpness.  I think they came out well.  Consider this photo from the above collection:

Here’s the original photo it came from before all the above adjustments:

If I had a bigger lens (say, a 300mm), I would have had a larger and sharper original photo, but as Donald Rumsfeld liked to say, you go to war with the Army you have.  I had my 18-55mm lens with me.  And I have Photoshop on my laptop.

I shot all of the photos above and a bunch more in the space of maybe five minutes (Bangkok’s Asok Street is a very busy street), and then I spent maybe another hour selecting the ones I wanted to use in this blog and Photoshopping them.  You can have a lot of fun with a camera in Bangkok.

Regarding the safety implications of what you see above, what can I say?  The riders had helmets.  The passengers?  Not so much.  We weren’t not in Kansas anymore, Toto.


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Bangkok Part 5: The Jim Thompson House and Museum

By Joe Berk

Today was another exciting day, and we visited another one of Bangkok’s best kept secrets.  Sue and I took a tuk tuk ride to the train station and we made our way on Bangkok’s elevated inner city railway system to our destination du jour:   The Jim Thompson House and Museum, located inside the city along a remote canal.  Tucked away, you might say.  And that’s entirely appropriate.  Read on and you’ll understand why.

Thai transport, tuk tuk style.
The view from the passenger compartment.
Getting around on Bangkok’s elevated railway was surprisingly easy. And that’s Mo Chit.
Waiting for our ride.
Inside the train.

The destination of our tuk tuk and train travel was the aforementioned Jim Thompson House and Museum.  You might wonder:  Who was Jim Thompson?

Jim Thompson, before he disappeared in the jungle forever.

Okay, here goes, and when I’m done giving you the Reader’s Digest version of this amazing tale, you tell me if isn’t something that might be the story line of the next Indiana Jones or James Bond adventure.

Jim Thompson was a young east coast guy born into wealth who went to Princeton University and became an architect.   He joined the Army just prior to World War II, he jumped out of airplanes while he was in the Army (I like this guy already), and he ended up in the Office of Strategic Services during the war (the OSS was the forerunner of the CIA).   Toward the end of the war, Thompson was stationed in Thailand where he found interesting and previously unknown (unknown outside of Thailand, that is) artisans doing amazing things with silk.  To make a long story a little less long, Thompson is the man who made Thai silk famous.  Seriously.   He designed silk clothing for royalty, elites all over the world, and folks in Hollywood (including the costumes used in the movie, The King and I).

Along the way and with his background as an architect, Mr. Thompson starting collecting classic Thai teak homes and Asian artifacts (like I said above, the guy had money).  He built a compound comprised of six teak homes he moved from ancient Thai cities to Bangkok, and there he built a compound that he made his home.  The big photo at the top of this blog is part of it.  It’s in Bangkok now, but when Thompson built it, it was well outside the city.  Bangkok expanded around it.

Then, to make this story even more interesting, in 1967 Jim Thompson disappeared in the Malaysian jungle without a trace.  I know, it sounds like a story line from a movie or one of those adventure novels you buy in an airport bookstore, but folks, no one can make up stuff this good.  A former US Army paratrooper/OSS officer/CIA agent turned wealthy silk magnate, complete with an ancient Thai compound on a canal in Bangkok who goes missing deep in the jungles of Malaysia.  What was it?  A tiger attack?  An assassination when former enemies finally caught up with him?   Or something else?   No one knows.  At least, no one who’s talking.

With that as the backdrop, here are a few more photos of the Jim Thompson House and Museum.

One of the exterior shots. The really good stuff was inside. I thought about trying to sneak a few photos, but then I remembered Thompson’s background and thought better of it.
Our guide, in an area where photos were allowed.
Hallway artifacts.
More stuff outside.
One last photo inside the Jim Thompson compound.

This was an amazing visit.   I would have liked to have taken more photos of the inside of the home and the amazing ancient Thai artifacts it held, but as I mentioned above, no photography was allowed inside. You’ll just have to take my word for it. This is one amazing place and one amazing story.  If you ever find yourself in Bangkok, seek out the Jim Thompson House and Museum.  Most people have never heard of it.  It’s one of the more fascinating places I’ve ever visited.

I took one more photo that day as Sue and I walked back to the train station.  It was a convex mirror at a tight street intersection, you know, the kind that lets drivers approaching from either way see what’s around the corner.  It called out for a selfie, and we answered that call.

Trust me on this: If you ever find yourself in Bangkok, the Jim Thompson House is a place that has to be on your “must see” list.


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Bangkok Part 4: The floating market, good eats, and good friends

By Joe Berk

It was to be a busy day in Thailand starting with a long ride south out of Bangkok to the famous floating market, an awesome shrimp lunch after that visit, then back to Bangkok, and then dinner at a fabulous Italian restaurant with a couple of good friends (I know people everywhere).  Imagine that: Italian food in Bangkok (and it was good, too).

About the floating market near Bangkok: I’d first sort of heard of it way back in the early 1970s when I saw a James Bond movie and its chase scenes with those narrow Thai boats.  The Bond flick was The Man With The Golden Gun (if you’re reading this blog, my guess is you’ve seen all the Bond movies).  The movie showed the boats in Bangkok, not the floating market, but it planted a seed 50 years ago and I when I heard about the floating market on this visit, I wanted to see it.  Here’s that scene I remembered showing James Bond doing his secret agent stuff (with an appearance by Sheriff J.W. Pepper, ably played by the late Clifton James) on Bangkok’s waterways:

The floating market is about 100 miles south of Bangkok.  The concept is that there are shops on the canals in the delta where the Chao Phraya River meets the sea. The idea is you are on these long narrow boats and you float along, visiting shops.  In some places the vendors paddle out to visit you.   Every turn in the floating market was a photo op, and for me, the photo ops were the best part of our visit.   I took close to 400 photos in the space of a couple of hours.  All were with my D3300 Nikon and its 18-55mm kit lens.  That combo is a stellar travel photography approach.  The 18-55mm lens is not as sharp as a good prime lens, but it does a good job and it is versatile.

A typical scene in the floating market. It was very tranquil. In some places, it was also very crowded.
A happy coconut vendor.
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One of the long boat captains.
Imitation, the sincerest form of flattery.  Here, this young lady is imitating me photographing her.
Mango. It looked good.
Some folks make amazing photo subjects.
Some animals do, too. If you’re wondering what this guy is…it’s a pygmy slow loris, rare primates that live in bamboo forests in Southeast Asia.  They look friendly.

On the way back to Bangkok, our driver took us to a nondescript restaurant that didn’t look like much from the outside, but our driver knew where the good spots were.  We had shrimp fried rice for lunch, and it was delicious.  The freshness, the aroma, the taste…it was marvelous.   It was easily the best shrimp plate I’d ever had, and I’ve had some good ones.  I’m not supposed to eat rice and I’m not supposed to eat shrimp, but I’m glad I broke the rules for this meal.

A hidden gem…a Thai shrimp plate. I knew when I was enjoying it I’d probably never find this restaurant again. Maybe that added to the experience.

We returned to downtown Bangkok and I wandered around grabbing a few more photos.  I promised something related to motorcycles in every Bangkok blog.  Promises made; promises kept:

The Bangkok Moto GP. It’s at the head of every traffic line at every traffic stop.

Our plans for that evening included having dinner with our good friends Kevin and Nan at Rosseno’s Italian Cucina.  It was another five-star dining experience, a world-class Italian restaurant in the middle of downtown Bangkok.  It was only a couple of blocks from our hotel, so Sue and I walked there.

Rosseno’s Italian Cucina. It was superb. I had lasagna.
From left to right, it’s Nan, Kevin, Susie, and me.

During dinner, it started raining.  After dinner it was pouring.  It does that a lot in Bangkok.   Kevin and Nan had arrived on one of Kevin’s motorcycles.  I would have been concerned about the rain, but as folks who live in Bangkok, Kevin and Nan were not.  To them it was no big deal.

Nan put on her rain gear (Kevin did not) and they rode off into Bangkok traffic.

Bangkok is one of the world’s great cities.  It’s about the size of New York, and like most major cities in the world, it pretty much has everything you can imagine (including great Italian food).

Tomorrow’s adventure is going to be another Bangkok hidden treasure:  The Jim Thompson house.  Stay tuned.  You’ll enjoy it.


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Bangkok Part 3: Soi Cowboy

By Joe Berk

Another day, another Bangkok blog, and another famous Thai locale…Soi Cowboy.   Soi means street in Thai, so Soi Cowboy is Cowboy Street. It played a role in the movie Hangover II.   It’s amazing how many famous spots there are in this amazing town.  The guys in orange vests you see in the big photo above are motorcycle taxi dudes.  They take folks (mostly women) around Bangkok on the back of their bikes carving paths through traffic as if it wasn’t there.  It’s an amazing thing to see.

Soi Cowboy is a street that is pretty dead during the day.  When the sun sets, though, Soi Cowboy comes alive.   There are street vendors selling food from their carts.   The clubs come to life.  And the B-girls start doing their thing.  As an older married guy, it all seems pretty silly.  Sue was mortified.  But it is what it is, and I’m going to show you just a little bit of it here.

One of the many food carts on the street in front of the clubs on Soi Cowboy.
Another food cart.  I had the Nikon on its “auto ISO” setting, which basically means it runs the ISO up as high as it thinks it needs to be to get a good shot.  Some of these photos were at ISO 12,800.
More Thai food. I didn’t work up enough courage to try eating off these street vendors, but I’ll bet the food was good.

The clubs are bars with entertainment.  Most of the entertainers are young Thai women.  Most of the entertainees are older western guys.  It’s pretty sad, actually, and I imagine it’s a pretty rough life for the girls.

A snap shot in front of one of the clubs.
Another club shot.

As always, motorcycles and motor scooters were everywhere.

Bikes lined up just off Soi Cowboy last night.
And finally, a look down Asoke (that’s the street name) from a pedestrian overpass.

So that’s it for this post from Thailand.   Watch for scenes from the floating market tomorrow.


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