Wonder-full

If I can tally the sporadic flickering lights in backpacking paradise of Khao San Road, I think I’ll lose my scrupulous sane mind. Mild, flashing neon bulb intermittent with horrendous lunacy. Lip lap, lip lap, lip lap. Fondly known as KSR, it’s the place where you get your hair beads up, henna tattoos, massages and of course, roasted pork. Scandinavians, Japs, Jews, Brits, Swiss, French, Americans and all sorts of nations blended sanctimoniously, beneath the sacred forename of traveling travelers.

After sunset, say around eight pm, the whole KSR will be closed from passing by traffics, and the circus begins. Herds and herds of inhabitants thronging along the road, carousing and such. Pubs and discos are countless, flip a coin or whatever. But mind you, entering any deafening maiden pub will encountered you with a mandatory body frisking. Heheh. Yes cik adik manis, rabalah tubuhku yang seksi yinneyyyy.

Now, its the hub of this entry. After 12am, most of the shops selling shirts and all will be closed. And this is when the real party begins. Faggots are a plenty, and kekejian mereka itewww is such an eye opening experience. Set aside from that, there will be also these illegal street peddlers who sell trinkets, jewelries, shits and stuff. It's Thailand baby, anything goes. I make friends with these people. Lepaking with them, and even up to the extent of selling for them, especially to the farangs, since their England is a bit limited. No, I didn’t get anything, sukarela-lah.

But hell break loose when the police or akin to DBKL make a surprise visit. In split seconds, the pavement will be cleaned of such activities. Just wrap your belongings and put it aside as long as it is not disturbing the pavements. It was soo much fun. Even the makcik who sells jagung bakar pun acted like nothing happened. Steady la makcik. The business resumes as usual once the authorities are gone. And the carnival sessions repeat itself once the man in uniforms make their rounds again. Bloody hell. Me like long long time.

Its about 5am when this fiesta reached its end. Revelers from pops and pubs are making their way to bunk their heads, thawing with illuminations of Chang Beer and such, towing together with bombshells that promised you all morning of shaking beds experience. Yaayyy!!!...for them.

Life is indeed fun, when you know how hard it works, kapish?