Bangkok

So after about a 13 hour flight including a stop in stupid Tashkent (what a dump...) we found ourself in the
land of the wats.
we hired a taxi to drive us to meet Misha who waited for us in beit habad in the middle of town.
they drive here in the really wrong side of the road. I cant start to explain how many times we were close to being ran over. England all over again..
The taxi didn't have seat belts and they drive like crazy there. first i clung to my seat but the you get used to it. Safety is not in the top of the driving priorities here.
Bangkok reminded us of an oversized tel aviv. sky-scrapers, crowded and busy.





The taxi driver dropped us off in the heart of bangkok. We met Misha there and we stored our bags for keeping and went to see Bangkok.
We bought tickets for a night train to Chiang Mai and then went to view some Wats and the kings palace.
We stopped a tooktook and asked him to drive us to the palace. The feeling of riding a tooktook is like someone sticking an egzoz pipe in your mouth. As soon as we started getting close to the palace, it started to rain. like mushrooms after the rain, merchents litterely jumped on us trying to sell us umbrellas.
The palace is quite impressing, Misha and Olya were prehibited to enter as they were dressed (short pants)
so they dressed them in clothes for hire. Olya got a collorfull sarong and Misha some grandfather pyjamas.
The air after the rain was so stuffy you could chew it.
The monks are friendly and let Olya to photo with them in exchange of a photo with Olya.
shoes are prohibitted inside wats so surprisingly, you get used to walking barefoot in puddles outside really fast.
finally we got out of the palace and took a taxi (songtheow) to the train station to take us to Chiand Mai.