This weekend seemed different. The bustling city of Bangkok, the hot sun that gave the whole city a natural sauna and the fiesty spice in Thai food suddenly came back all to me.
This Bangkok trip was a first of many.
A trip to a city where English or any other language that i speak is not the first language spoken.
A trip just for the two of us.
A trip to a place where I had no friends or contacts.
A trip that i took the lead and played blind leading the blind.
To summarise, if there was one dish that i could my relate my trip to; it would be Sweet and Sour Pork.
The Sweet times when things were going smooth, everything was laid out in front of us, good food to savour, good tailor, good massage and the cooling air-con in our cosy albeit old hotel room.
The Sour times when we got lost in the drizzling rain, a huge ego that would not take a taxi and insist that walking is part of experiencing the local culture, getting conned on our hard-earned baht, different expectations of a holiday and the stomach flu.
Balanced properly, you still get a good dish that would attract bowls of white fluffy rice.
Never ever wish for something that you dont mean it. I still remembered telling the Girlfriend that we would try to resist street food until at least the last night of our trip. After all, if there was a stomachache, it will be on the last day back home, leaving majority of our trip undisturbed. True enough, the last night i found myself seating in the toilet bowl for what seemed an eternity.
The food we tried in Bangkok was somewhat mild and properly disappointing by floggers standards.
No Grasshoppers, lizzards and other insects alike. No street tom yum food, seating outside the pedestrian walk. Food court and clean environment was somewhat the norm when we had our meals. In actual fact, i didnt even find a decent green or red curry at all!
When you are so used to using a fixed lens because of food, using it for holiday was torture. Going back to my kit lens was like sending me back to my first digicam. I was somewhat not impressed with the picture quality and not to mention digging it out of my backpack every 2 minutes.
What i found myself doing was just soaking up the moments that passed by and taking a perfect photograph in my head.
Suddenly i didnt feel like i wanted to take brilliant drooling photos but instead captured it using my phone which i now truly regretted.
My DSLR is still next to me, untouched and unprocessed.
What is a food blog without pictures of food, you may ask? Well to start things off, let me recommend you to Amaltery @ Erawan.
Ice-cream is already as sinful in its original state. People here, have decided to make it even more sinful by adding what else but, alcohol. Backed up by a guarantee of minimum 5% alcohol, you wouldnt say no when you see tubs of ice creams labelled with familiar names of cocktails.
B52 and Sex on the Beach was chosen and presented to us in the most simplistic manner as possible.
With a waffle piece on a clean bowl.
The B52 was evident of Kahlua and Baileys which made a joy to eat especially in the blistering heat. After conversion at around RM 7 a scoop, i was considering getting myself drunk on it, but oh well, moderation is the key. The smooth creamy taste makes it one of the best ice-cream i ever had.
Now if anyone has a ice-cream making machine, i suggest pouring Kahlua and Baileys into it the next time you make ice-cream.
The berry flavours of this scoop was a smooth transition from the first scoop. After something sweet, this was on the sour and had a bigger kick from the rum. Another scoop that rock my socks. Judging from the 15-20 flavours i saw, i found myself puzzled why i didnt return for another round before i left.
Then again, life is full of mysteries.