It was my first day in Bangkok and I was exhausted. I spent a night on the road, dropped my bags at the lovely Nitan Hostel Khaosan
and went sightseeing. I can sleep when I’m dead, what mattered more was to get to the Royal Palace before the crowds and their selfie sticks wake up.
I did it. I explored the Royal Palace complex and the Emerald Buddha Temple. I decided that Wat Pho was worth paying one more entrance fee and I went there, too. Then I ate a ton of deep fried shrimps and realized I could use a pillow, right there on the street. The day was still young though. I had very limited time in Bangkok and I wasn’t about to give up too easily. My trip to Thailand was a gift. I’ve never planned it. Who knows when I get a chance like that again? I must explore until the sun goes down, I said to myself.
The list of spots to see in Bangkok is so long that one might get tired while reading it. I decided to be a bad tourist and act on a whim. I ditched the guidebooks. To be honest I haven’t even read any blogs on Bangkok. It was my gift, not a mundane task.
I overheard someone talking about a flower market. I liked the idea way more than dragging my exhausted self to these touristy spots like the Chatuchak Market. Just no. Let’s live local, especially on the weekends.
The Flower Market, located just few blocks away from the famous Wat Pho, is truly local. This is where your Thai neighbor buys flowers for the spirits. This is where you can buy rose bouquet packed in yesterday newspaper or a plastic bag of flower petals.
Dim light in the market hall makes you forget what time it actually is. The ladies at the counters separate and pack the petals without noticing a white stranger. They do it all they long. Some of them might be doing it since they were teenagers. I photograph their flowers. If I feel welcome, I photograph the women, too. Here are my favorite pictures from this little trip.
Thank you for taking this walk with me. Which image is your favorite?