Now, I’ve never seen the Hang Over or Hang Over II: Escape to Bangkok, but I assume from all the pop culture that I somehow absorb and know about that Bangkok is truly a Frat Boy’s wet dream. This I tell you as a certified Dudebrologist.
Specifically on Khao San Road, there are endless bars blasting today’s top dance hits, endless T-shirt shops with Bob Marley, Run DMC, ganga plants and the like, endless babes in scanty clothing, and endless street food vendors that serve greasy salty grub ’til after the bars have harshed their mellow. Oh and of course, KFC, McDonald’s, Burger King, Subway, and Pizza Hut. Don’t leave home without ’em.
If I counted the High-Fives and Chest-Bumps last night, I would have to make a statistical analysis of slaps per second. I could perform calculus on that rate and deduce a derivative. It’s all tanktops, crew cuts (some shaggy hair), baseball caps, board shorts that sag a little exposing some boxer design, and of course flip-flops.
But I must say that the street food is pretty bombskees. We had Pad Thai made fresh with a spring roll. We also yummied down on some mango sticky rice, with divine mangos, and gulped quickly some Mangosteen juice. So, it’s not all bad. Much love Bro.