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	BANGLUMPOO OR BUST
	I lay hot and sweaty in the bare whitewashed room, bathed in the glare of blue neon. Above me the incessant whirring of the ceiling fan did little to pierce the hot sultry air. As I wiped my brow, a cockroach scuttled in a dark corner and a friendly gecko awaited its next mosquito meal. Outside in the street I could hear the roar of túk túks and next door the squeaking of bed-springs and laughter. Memories of Alex Garland’s The Beach immediately sprang to mind. I had well and truly arrived in Banglumpoo and the Khao San Road. People often used to denigrate Banglumpoo as a backpacker’s ghetto, but I think it’s a great location. Just five minutes to the river for the ferry to other sights and access to the Skytrain. A great innovation in such a crowded city, where you can see most of the sights in airconditioned elevated comfort. Much better than bus, taxi or túk túk (a three-wheeled and very noisy motorised vehicle). The Grand Palace and Museum are only a stone’s throw away, and Chinatown not much further. Loads of guest-houses, restaurants and cheap eats. What it doesn’t have is high-rise tourist hotels and all the multinationals, although I noted sadly that McDonald’s has crept in. And Ronnie McDonald performing a ‘wai’ - what an insult to Thai culture. I suppose there will be a meditating or reclining Ronnie next. Fortunately the offending statue has now been removed.
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