The Asian electronics supermall: it's a place we've come to know well, whether it's in Jakarta, Singapore, or in this case, Bangkok.
It's a beeping, blooping, blinking, booming and buzzing mountain of every high-tech toy you could need, and many you never will.
Our errands there took about 11 times longer than we expected. Luckily there was a good food court on the second floor to collapse in. At the juice stand, you can pick a cup of fruits and vegetables and the woman will blenderize them for you with ice, sugar and a bit of water.
Chad played the "Order what the guy in front of you ordered" game at the food counter. He must have been standing behind a pork lover, because we got a crumbled pork stir-fry and a side of braised pork, both pretty tasty. It's too early to make a definitive judgment, but I would say Thai food shows happy signs of being, like Indonesian food, better as it gets cheaper.
"You should probably ask before you take pictures of a monk," said Chad.
"But if he doesn't see me, I don't have to ask," I countered.
Chad is really a better person than me, when you get right down to it.
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