Bkk Solo

This past month I had two WHOLE days in Bangkok—-BY MYSELF! That’s right folks. I finally was able to do some solo traveling. It was a blast and I am gonna tell you all about it today. The good, the bad, and the snot rockets…

 

Friday

After a busy and normal Friday day, I drove myself to the Phuket International Airport to arrive 2 hours early for my 11pm flight. I got there way too early and then my flight was delayed…and my phone was dying quickly… and all the little domestic airport stores were closed… Poop.

Lucky for me there were free charging stations in the waiting area and one Coffee Club was open. I bought a hilariously overpriced and tiny cappuccino and huddled on the floor next to the charging station which was freely charging my phone so I could listen to my podcasts on the flight. Not being able to look at my phone gave me tons of time to watch people. It felt so odd, actually looking at people again. I couldn’t just detach and look at Facebook or Instagram. I had to stare, or at least that is what I told myself when I was caught in the act. Awkward.

3 hours after arrived at the, honestly kind of janky, Phuket International Airport Domestic terminal, I saw people start to rush the ticket counter that my flight was leaving from. I am a huge fan of waiting til the initial boarding crowd has pushed their way onto the plane and then boarding. Why should people push and pull if the seats are assigned anyways?! We will all get our seats, no reason that we should have the running of the bulls in every airport, amiright? But I digress.

Waiting, waiting, waiting
Waiting, waiting, waiting

After charging my phone for three hours, I never even listened to a podcast on my flight! I promptly sat in my middle (bummer) seat, buckled up and fell asleep. I am pretty sure that I drooled a little on the lovely Thai lady next to me the whole hour and a half flight. Sorry whoever you are! What can I say, I’m a mom, you take every chance you can to sleep.

Saturday

I arrived in BKK the next day, okay well it was about 1 am on Saturday morning when I finally got into a taxi and made my way to my boutique hotel. As my taxi driver drove up to THE HOUSE OF PHRAYA JASAEN I was excited to see what it was like. My friend that lives near the hotel recommended it to me and the website (and the price) drew me in. The rooms are themed, some more than others. My room turned out to be the prison room. I know, it sounds awful, but it was actually really comfortable and fun. It was a great way to make a pretty small single room full of character!

The door of the House of Phraya Jaesen
The door of the House of Phraya Jaesen
My doorway to my hotel room
My doorway to my hotel room

When I woke up at 6 am the next morning (Thanks Z for making me a morning person, poo!) I laid around for a bit before getting a coffee downstairs in the cute little cafe. Then my friend came and met me for coffee so I could get the plan for the evening from her. See, I was in BKK to attend her and her boyfriend, Alex’ fundraiser for their new business, Don Kuson Community Bike Shop. It was going to be at the Whiteline and they had scheduled bands, dj’s and had a food truck coming. So all in all, an awesome night was gonna happen!

I first went to the spa upstairs in my hotel to get a fantastic aromatherapy full body massage to prepare for the day ahead of me. I was going to be doing a lot of walking in the city and wanted to start off relaxed and refreshed.

Thne, I went shopping and searched for a place to find new jeans. Having a larger rear end with a smaller waist makes it incredibly hard to find proper fitting jeans in Phuket. Heck having a big butt makes it hard for me to find jeans anywhere in the world!

I went to MBK, Terminal 21, and finally to the Emporium where they had an American Eagle Jeans Store. I went in and asked if they had big sizes (here in Thailand I am a plus size size).

MBK, floors and floors of good stuff... but no jeans my size
MBK, floors and floors of good stuff… but no jeans my size

Score! I spent an hour and a half trying on every pair of jeans they had in my size. Seriously, trying on clothes is exhausting… and there is my #firstworldproblem of the post. I found a few pairs that I loved and ended up buying just one (if I need more, I have an excuse to go back to Bangkok now).

Why is the lighting in dressing rooms always so weird. How does anyone look good in such yellow light?
Why is the lighting in dressing rooms always so weird. How does anyone look good in such yellow light?

I happily carried my jeans bag to a taxi stand and went back to the House of Phraya Jaesan to freshen up and call Kemkem of Next Bite of Life for my interview for her travel/expat life podcast. I got back to my lovely prison-y room and decided that a facemask was in order. I brought one of those store-bought little facial packages with me for my trip. I laid back and read while the mask congealed to my face. It was heavenly. Just sitting by myself and renewing my skin and mind. I was nervous about my upcoming interview so it was the perfect thing to do in preparation.

After some difficulties with using different ways of chatting, Kemkem and I skyped for about an hour and it was like talking to an old friend. I have been reading and loving Kemkems blog for a long time. It was great fun and despite the slight delay on the line, I think the interview turned out absolutely awesome (all because Kemkem is a great interviewer!).

Riding on the high if chatting with a new/old friend, I got ready for the evening out.

Sporting my new jeans, I took a scooter taxi to the bar where the event was being held. The Whiteline Bar in the Silom district of Bangkok and is a strangely arranged bar and club. It is huge with what seems like endless rooms and floors. I didnt even explore it fully as I was already chatting with the incoming friends and supporters of my friends new venture.

One of the pieces of art on the Whiteline wall.
One of the pieces of art on the Whiteline wall blurred by bad lighting, not whisky. Haha

I spent the night until the wee hours of the morning (safely) drinking whisky and soda’s and water in between each drink so as not to over do it. I ate some delicious slider hamburgers off a food truck called Lil Fatso’s. I talked to other likeminded people that love living in Thailand, love music, love art, love life. It was so fun. I get so stoked on meeting new people, it makes me so excited! New friends!!!!

The night market outside the venue.
The night market outside the venue.

Sunday

By the time 3 am rolled around, my lack of sleep the night before caught up with me, and I quickly caught a cab back to my room for some much needed sleep. And I slept like the dead until…

6 AM IN THE MORNING

Yep, that’s right, I woke up at 6 am AGAIN! Dammit! I am ruined for sleeping in for life I’m sure. Motherhood has it’s drawbacks that’s for sure…

I got up again and had another strong and awesome coffee at the little cafe downstairs in my hotel. Then I packed up my stuff to check out.

My friend Alex came and met me for coffee and wanted to see the prison room in person. He had seen it on my Instagram account and wanted to see it in real life. It was a quick look as the room is literally the size of a prison cell (but had much better bedding for sure!).

We had some more coffee and then I went and saw the building that he and Abigail are renovating into apartments and the new bike coop on the bottom floor.

I wanted to go do some souvenir shopping for Z so I said goodbye to Alex until later and went to Central World and had a Chai Tea Latte at Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf (my absolute favorite guilty pleasure!).

4

After I had gotten more than I needed to take back home to Chad and Z, I went and hung out with Alex and Abigail and walked around the neighborhood they live in. There is no better way to get to know an area than to walk around it. I love exploring on foot.

Walking around the neighborhood.
Walking around the neighborhood.

We had a snack at an awesome food stall market nearby and then took a free river ferry to Asiatique. I had never heard of Asiatique before and I found out that it was a very gentrified and fake, “night market” for tourists. It felt so fake I kept thinking of Universal Studios City Walk. It was not Thailand-ish at all, but it was fun to see and worth the free river ferry ride to it for sure.

The free river ferry to Asiatique.
The free river ferry to Asiatique.
Asiatique.
Asiatique.

The sun was going down and it was time for me to head to the airport. I said my goodbyes to my wonderful friends and hopped in a cab, went back to get my luggage and then took the short cab ride to the airport. I arrived pretty early again… and found out that my flight was delayed. Hooray!

Last sunset in Bangkok
Last sunset in Bangkok

I bought a book, found a sushi restaurant and found a table that was near a wall plug so I could charge my (again) dying phone.  I read and ate amazingly fresh and tasty and cheap sushi while I read and waited for my flight.

SUSHI!
SUSHI!

I know you all are still wondering why I mentioned snot rockets in the beginning of my post… that term is something that unfortunately sticks in one’s brain, or is it just me?

If you are squeamish about people blowing mucus from their nose forcefully onto the ground, you may want to skip the next few paragraphs…

I went to sit and wait to board my flight at the appropriate gate and it was PACKED! Every seat was taken, people were being loud and obnoxious, I would assume much complaining was happening as our flight was again DELAYED for another 45 minutes. I sat and started reading my book again. I was engrossed, I rarely get to fully concentrate and read at home, so I was taking full advantage.

All of a sudden, a horrid and unforgettable sound of someone expelling their boogers onto the floor. There was no muffled sound of tissue being used or even a tiny bit of quiet discretion. It was loud and brash and immediately made me want to vomit.

I tried to ignore it, but it kept happening, and then it started to spread. Other people in the original rocketeers group started to join in.

I AM NOT KIDDING!

It took every bone in my body to ignore it. I couldn’t even look behind me, knowing that I would be traumatized for life seeing a whole group of people having a probable competition of biggest booger blown. Or something along those lines I am sure of it.  I guess it is one way to pass the time.

After another 45 minutes of the mucosal cacophony that was my flight gate, the wonderful gatekeepers told us all to line up and get on the plane. I waited until the line had gotten smaller and finally boarded and got into my seat. Whew, I had made it without being snotted on or throwing up. I was quite relieved.

Okay, the gross part is over, you can read on now.

Despite the ending of the trip being strange and a bit nauseating, I had such a fun time in Bangkok. I wish I could make it a bi-monthly event. There is so much to see and do in the huge and fascinating city of Bangkok.


Now it’s your turn! What was one of the worst experiences you have ever had in an airport? And if you don’t want to talk about that, do you have an easy time finding jeans that fit properly? I feel like it must be an every person thing, not just a Jenny thing. 🙂 But I could be wrong, so leave a comment and let me know!


**Disclaimer-I was not asked to review any of the companies or products mentioned in this article. This is just one girls (yep, mine!) opinions and adventures while having a solo trip in Bangkok for a couple of days. If you would like to know more about all the legal aspects of my blog, check out my Disclosure page. Thanks!**

 

 

  21 comments for “Bkk Solo

  1. aviets
    April 2, 2016 at 11:03 pm

    You are SO not plus-size! American Eagle is the only place my son can find jeans that fit his 30×34 size. Luckily their jeans last forever.

    This sounds like such a great trip, except for the snot. People are so gross!
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    • andthreetogo
      April 3, 2016 at 8:28 am

      I know, in America I am
      On the smaller size, okay well medium to large size haha.
      It’s my first AE jeans, they seem pretty awesome so far. 🙂

  2. Melanie
    April 3, 2016 at 12:48 am

    Great post!! I am still in disbelief with the snot rockets, but I am still inspired to figure out a way to go have a weekend with you in Bangkok, snot or not!
    -M

    • andthreetogo
      April 3, 2016 at 8:28 am

      Do it! We may be visited the great state of California in June, which means we will HAVE to get together for some food and beers 🙂

  3. Rachel
    April 3, 2016 at 6:48 pm

    Parenthood does have its drawbacks… I can’t sleep past 6 either. Omg the Rocketeers, I giggled so much at that label. But gross. Loved going on this adventure with you, as always. Those jeans fit you so well! Since it is morning, I had to drool over the delicious coffee pic 🙂 Glad you had fun adventure and thank you always for sharing your journeys. <3

    • andthreetogo
      April 3, 2016 at 7:50 pm

      It does for sure, but they are definitely outweighed by the awesomeness of having great kids. 🙂
      Thanks for the compliment, sometimes just having a new article of clothing makes all the difference. Thanks for always coming along on the journey. xoxox

  4. Michel Sparling
    April 4, 2016 at 2:31 pm

    Plus size? Nope, definitely not!
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    • andthreetogo
      April 5, 2016 at 2:13 pm

      Haha, it is interesting how much one’s​ body size description can change depending on where one lives. Thanks. 🙂

  5. thehomeschoolingdoctor
    April 5, 2016 at 1:08 am

    How selfish does it sound to say my favorite part was the sushi and the book? It sounds so…I don’t know…quiet!? 🙂 Glad you got your own trip! The jail room is hilarious. The snot fest not! My worst airport time was getting on a security checkpoint woman for being so short tempered and rude. She did not appreciate it, and I, I, I, I, I (!!!!!!!) ended up being the one apologizing to her just so I didn’t get pulled out of line and reprimanded/miss my flight (with four kids in tow that would not be fun)! I HATE that. I hate being treated like cattle.
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    • andthreetogo
      April 12, 2016 at 8:34 am

      I hate that feeling as well. It’s funny the last place I truly felt like that was in LAX. Here security has always been kind and helpful (gonna go knock on wood now).
      I have to admit the sushi and book were the part I miss the most as well.

  6. kemkem
    April 5, 2016 at 1:20 am

    Oh my goodness, l would have thrown up with the snot fest. That is just disgusting ?. Can’t believe you managed to sleep on such a short flight..haha..drooling ! Thanks again for the interview. I had a lot of fun. I had to laugh out loud at the plus size..that would make me elephant size.. ?. Insane!!! Glad you had a fun getaway!!!
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    • andthreetogo
      April 12, 2016 at 8:35 am

      I take whatever chance I can get to sleep haha.
      Talking to you was definitely a highlight of the trip for me. 🙂

  7. Victoria@ The British Berliner
    April 6, 2016 at 5:46 pm

    Sounds like you had a fun time in Bangkok except for the snot fest. Euuuuugh! Dissssssturbing!

    ‘Glad that you were able to get some “me” time. I’m a mother too and even though I have an only child just like yourself, it’s nice just to be able to read, reflect, go out for a few drinks, or whatever, and just be “you!”

    The worst experience at an airport has got to be in Moscow while on my way to Vietnam!
    I made the mistake of refusing to pay for a Russian visa that was just a measly €50. If only I had known…! And spent 9 hours at the airport in Moscow sitting on a cushion and lying on my Guardian newspaper, ‘cos it was a tiny transit airport rather than the smart international one, that I had envisaged!

    Other passengers were well-prepared and had camping stoves, sleeping bags and tents. Tents!! At the airport! I only had a sandwich and two bottles of good Russian vodka that I was supposed to take with me, but which I drank before we left the airport! Security? What security? It was a free-for-all and a fire-hazard if you ask me.

    A brilliant experience though and a lesson learnt. If asked, do I want a visa to visit the local area? The answer should always be yes!
    p.s. I heard good things about your podcast with KemKem. Congratulations! 🙂 I was at her house in Spain, and we spoke about doing one too but we never got the time, and with bottles of good Spanish plonk, we forgot!
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    • andthreetogo
      April 12, 2016 at 8:37 am

      Oh my goodness! TENTS!!! Camp stoves! And I complain that the domestic airport here doesn’t have a massage place for a nice foot massage while I wait. Lol
      I have to admit I am slightly jealous of your time in Spain! Would have love to have been there chatting and drinking wine with you lovely ladies!

  8. Leslie
    April 8, 2016 at 9:31 am

    I love how you tell a story!

    • andthreetogo
      April 12, 2016 at 8:38 am

      Haha. Thanks! You should hear them in real life, much longer and way more scattered haha, but still would love to meet up some day when we are in bkk! 🙂

  9. Lani
    April 8, 2016 at 6:03 pm

    I would have turned around. Yes and stared at the horror show. I’m like that though. Ug. Why didn’t anyone (the cleaners! the flight staff?) tell them to stop? Not acceptable behavior in this country, people!

    Yeah, BKK is great. It’s such a fun city. I know expats hate on it, but it is a great city to visit and go shopping and stuff your face. I guess, living there would be a different story. I lived there for only a month and my money was draining away!
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    • andthreetogo
      April 12, 2016 at 8:40 am

      I think everyone was scared of the possible snot ricochet! Haha… Or we were all in shot. I couldn’t look, I felt like I was in some
      Sort of horror movie and the “monster” was breathing on my neck behind me. It was so weird!

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  11. Deanna
    April 18, 2016 at 11:31 am

    Loved this story! Thanks for sharing. I kinda whizzed through the snot part lol gross!

    My daughter is back in Europe with her grandparents for the summer and I STILL can’t sleep before 11. She would stall and wouldn’t fall asleep until almost 11 and I’m trying to get myself to sleep before this but I can’t. I’m laying in bed reading your blog as we speak ?

    • andthreetogo
      April 19, 2016 at 12:05 pm

      Well I am glad you are up, only so that we can chat! It is so awesome that your daughter gets to experience two cultures and two languanges first hand! Awesome!

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