- Wearing make-up is a waste of time. It will sweat off the moment you step outside. I have a tinted moisturizer and have only been using it for its SPF30 properties. Beyond that, waterproof mascara is the only thing that will stay on your face. Basically, forget trying to look presentable – it’s not going to happen.
- My hair hates Thailand and Thailand hates my hair. “You have amazing hair” – a compliment that has never been bestowed upon me. There are girls that can let their hair air dry in humidity and still look like they just stepped out of a salon. I am not one of those girls. Without a hair dryer, flat iron, and cool, dry weather, I am the Lion King reincarnate. Thank God for hair clips, hats, and bandanas!!!
- Just because it looks delicious, doesn’t mean it taste delicious (see our satay eating experience in my Chinatown Letdown post).
- Adversely, food that looks disgusting can be some of the more delicious fare. Sausages fall far down on my list of favorite foods but there is something about the spices and herbs in the wursts here that give me nightly cravings. They may look green and brown with black spots but damn, they taste divine.
- The best meals are served from a cart. Not only are they fractions of the price but they have been the tastiest meals I have had. The pad thai dishes ordered on the street have surpassed the same dish eaten from a restaurant, cafe, or bar.
- It doesn’t have to be cold outside to enjoy a hot bowl of soup — but it does help to have a fan pointed in your direction. If there is one thing I have fallen hard for in Chiang Mai, it is a hot bowl of khao soi (My new love). I could eat it all day every day for the rest of my life – no joke.
- Beer is best served over ice. Unless you like warm beer…
- Thai people don’t sweat. I’m over here in a tank top sweating bullets while bro is bundled up in a jacket, eating a hot bowl of soup, dry as a bone. WTF?!
- Thailand is cover crazy. The coffee shops and bars play a lot of popular music but they are all cover songs – many times with a slower, jazzy vibe. One bar/coffee spot in Nimmanhaemin area of Chiang Mai, Dude, Coffee!, had an entire Maroon 5 mix playing. Sean surprisingly tolerated the tunes because Adam Levine wasn’t the one singing.
- Keep Wet Ones/toilet paper on you at ALL times. I already knew this, but I continue to remind myself because it is the most important lesson of all. You never know when the bubble guts will strike – and the last place you want to be is standing over a squat toilet without wipes.
Soi Cowboy is a red light district in Bangkok where the pervy dreams of old white men come true.
Sean and I found the an open, “safe looking” bar with outdoor seating so we could have a few drinks and watch as men wandered down the alley, being summoned by groups of younger women (or men, I can’t tell) wearing tight dresses and sometimes only a long collared shirt.
We were curious about what waited beyond the closed doors of the sketchy clubs but not brave enough to find out. Watching the happy old men receive back massages at the outdoor tables was enough entertainment for us.
Halfway into our second beer it began to pour. The random thunderstorms in Thailand are magnificent, invigorating, and unlike any weather spectacle I’ve seen in California. Within minutes the streets were cleared of all food carts and the tourists strolling the streets were ducked under the closest awnings. We sat under the covered deck in awe of the lightning, thunder, and heavy downpour. By the time the storm ended (about 45 minutes later), we had a good buzz going and were ready to head home for the night.