Our last intercontinental flight would deliver us to our final destination, Bangkok. With only two nights left we were prepared to hustle.
Bangkok houses a famous weekend market, Chatuchak. Spread out over 27 acres with over 500 stalls, people normally spend the entire weekend perusing the isles. It was Sunday so we had a mere three hours on the final day. The smart cookies we are, we did our due diligence and came up with a game plan. With printed maps of the market, we highlighted and labeled target zones.
Quickly checking in our bags at The Dream Hotel in Sukhumvit, we were pointed in the direction of the metro station. In no more than 10 minutes, we figured out the system and were on our way. We spent the afternoon working as a team to efficiently purchase our last Asian memorabilia. The skies unleashed their fury which bought us another hour of shopping under the pseudo protection of the market's metal roof.
Feet aching and haggled out, we found the first street food "restaurant" to plop down at. Slurping down very spicy noodle soup, we high fived and cheered to a mission accomplished.
The Dream Hotel was modern, hip and elegant. There was no denying the fact that we were relieved and thrilled to have a big fancy room. Avoiding getting too cozy on the down comforter and pillows, we rallied and jumped on the sky train to get a glimpse of Bangkok's nightlife.
From the 47th floor at the rooftop lounge Octave, we sipped on tasty drinks out of ceramic coconuts. Finally able to take in a deep breath and the city lights, we had a good feeling that we would continue to enjoy this bustling city.
Just about to hop in a cab, we spotted a Dr. Fish across the street. We squealed and squirmed while getting our feet chewed on by a hundred tiny fish before heading home.