Om konsten att vara kar i allt
''Titta, fantisera och drom du pa bara. Inga forhoppningar om nagot annat
Njut bara av den otroliga gavan att kunna alska, tillfalligt som langvarigt.''
Njut bara av den otroliga gavan att kunna alska, tillfalligt som langvarigt.''
Formagan att alska ar utan tvekan min storsta lycka i livet. Jag ar kar i mina vanner, kar i livet, kar i omgivningen nar jag promenerar till jobbet och framfor allt annat; Jag ar kar i karleken. Visst ar det javligt angestladdat ibland, men man behover ma riktigt daligt for att uppskatta vissa saker till fullo. Sad but true
Sa, helt enkelt. I love and loved you all
MBK picbomb
Rested until 3pm, then met up with some friends from Malta/Sweden at Mbk where we spent daytime with food court, shopping and purikura! Got out really late, so I don't have so much to talk about this day. But I do have pictures :)
You might think I'm hanging around in Mbk a bit too often. Maybe. I've mostly been hanging around Khao San, MBK and Soi 11 theese last 3 days I've been here. And tomorrow, I'll go on a absolutely spontaneous trip by train to north, Chiang Mai!
You might think I'm hanging around in Mbk a bit too often. Maybe. I've mostly been hanging around Khao San, MBK and Soi 11 theese last 3 days I've been here. And tomorrow, I'll go on a absolutely spontaneous trip by train to north, Chiang Mai!
7th of feb, Khao San Food Day
Aloha. Just got back from Khao San area, and I'm all dizzy and don't feel too well at all even though I've been sitting down for the last 40minutes. I'm not sure, but I seriously think I'm high on nutrition. We went for a lunch at Khao San around 3pm, a spicy one, and then I never stopped eating... I'm not joking. After the meal which consisted of a wok with fish/chicken, lots and lots of chilli and bamboo sprouts, we went walking around and I bought everything I could see from the street kitchens. Started with the meal, following with papaya cubes, pork skewers, iced coffee, mysterious deep-fried sesame balls, fish balls, spring roll and wonton eggs with sweet-chillisauce, iced thai style tea, tiny pork balls on a stick with chillisauce and to top it off 2 different thai desserts I haven't eaten since I was a little kid on thai vacation. Pics on almost everything down below. F U C K I N G foodheaven.
.. then I got a ''Salapao''(mysterious supersoft, white bun filled with pork) and some orange milk at the market close to home. And here I am. We're talking about a timespan on around 5hours of constant eating. Fucking amazing. I know for sure I should never move here; I wouldn't just get incredibly fat, I would go bankrupt due to street food aswell. And my ass would hurt every day since I JUST CAN'T stop assaulting my body with too spicy food. My tummy even hurts after a meal sometimes, but I dont. wanna. cut. the. spices.
Hanged out with my cousin today, so I actually got a lot of pics on myself :D Yatta!
6th of feb, Chinatown
Just came back after 7hours of walking around in BKK. I visited Chinatown and MBK, and probably looked high where I was walking, looking at everything with stoned eyes. Laughing and smiling stupidly at my own thoughts, quite loudly aswell.
I started by going to the BTS (skytrain) first - how the hell do I do this? It didn't take too long time to understand the system though, and I was away quite instantly. Thank you big sis who explained :) Went went went with the skytrain, came to the central pier and took a taxiboat to Memorial bridge. From there, mopedtaxi: and GOSH I love it. I feel so free somehow, with the wind in my hair and being able to snircle between the cars, waving ''Hi and bye!''. Then, after maybe 10min in the crazy bangkok traffic I arrived at one end of Yaowarat (main road, Chinatown) where I started my walking journey.
I walked and walked and prob looked more stoned than ever. The mission was to find a breakfast-place, and not some kind of a restaurant; a proper thai-style street kitchen with random plastic chairs around. Saw loads of edible stuff, but it didn't click until an hour. There it was: unripe mangosalad with 2 tiny, raw (alive!) crabs, brutally crushed into it with lime, fish sauce and thousands of red chillies. I had went into a back street or whatever - didn't see other than thai faces around. Felt a bit awkward. Felt I somehow belonged there. Felt like I was on fire; those crabs must've burnt in hell since those chillies was SO GODDAMN FUCKING HOT. I never do this, but I have to admit I plucked out all pieces I could find. And my mouth was still on fire.
After a nice, slow and painful meal, I stappled out from the back street, back into the main road of thousands tourists/colours/strange food. Sat down in a real restaurant, outside ofc, for an iced coffee. Got brutally assaulted by the eyes of passing buspassengers (are tattoos really that unusual here?). Got less and negotiated with moped taxi again - I went from Yaowarat-MBK for 130thb. I dunno, I'm still quite unsecure about how low I should get since I still have european standards, but it feels like I'm getting kind of good at it. I can negotiate - not speak fluently though. And I have a pretty face, which, seriously guys, fucking helps if you're polite/nice. Anyways, walked around in MBK shopping center and bought 4 tops, loads of street food and went at last into a Purikurabox (hihi only for you Jakob <3). Then I gladly ate more street food and headed for the BTS back to Sukhumvit headquarter. End of story, start of picbomb of the day:
I started by going to the BTS (skytrain) first - how the hell do I do this? It didn't take too long time to understand the system though, and I was away quite instantly. Thank you big sis who explained :) Went went went with the skytrain, came to the central pier and took a taxiboat to Memorial bridge. From there, mopedtaxi: and GOSH I love it. I feel so free somehow, with the wind in my hair and being able to snircle between the cars, waving ''Hi and bye!''. Then, after maybe 10min in the crazy bangkok traffic I arrived at one end of Yaowarat (main road, Chinatown) where I started my walking journey.
I walked and walked and prob looked more stoned than ever. The mission was to find a breakfast-place, and not some kind of a restaurant; a proper thai-style street kitchen with random plastic chairs around. Saw loads of edible stuff, but it didn't click until an hour. There it was: unripe mangosalad with 2 tiny, raw (alive!) crabs, brutally crushed into it with lime, fish sauce and thousands of red chillies. I had went into a back street or whatever - didn't see other than thai faces around. Felt a bit awkward. Felt I somehow belonged there. Felt like I was on fire; those crabs must've burnt in hell since those chillies was SO GODDAMN FUCKING HOT. I never do this, but I have to admit I plucked out all pieces I could find. And my mouth was still on fire.
After a nice, slow and painful meal, I stappled out from the back street, back into the main road of thousands tourists/colours/strange food. Sat down in a real restaurant, outside ofc, for an iced coffee. Got brutally assaulted by the eyes of passing buspassengers (are tattoos really that unusual here?). Got less and negotiated with moped taxi again - I went from Yaowarat-MBK for 130thb. I dunno, I'm still quite unsecure about how low I should get since I still have european standards, but it feels like I'm getting kind of good at it. I can negotiate - not speak fluently though. And I have a pretty face, which, seriously guys, fucking helps if you're polite/nice. Anyways, walked around in MBK shopping center and bought 4 tops, loads of street food and went at last into a Purikurabox (hihi only for you Jakob <3). Then I gladly ate more street food and headed for the BTS back to Sukhumvit headquarter. End of story, start of picbomb of the day:
