I Took a Tuk-Tuk

Saturday night Sarah and I went for beers at a bohemian-style rooftop jazz bar with great views of the city. Then, we skytrained it over to her old street, Soi Rangnam, known for its great selection of Thai restaurants. I'm looking to find an apartment in this area when I return from the month-long training in Chiang Mai because of its proximity to two parks and an incredible, serene gym. We ate at Sarah's favorite restaurant and it didn't disappoint. It's custom in Thailand to share dishes so servers automatically bring extra bowls and utensils. By the way, Thais usually use a fork to scoop food onto a spoon and then put the spoon—never a fork—in their mouths. We followed dinner with my first ride in one of the ubiquitous tuk-tuks, a rickshaw-like taxi. Sarah swore to me not all drivers were as wild as this one; she supposes he was trying to show off for Westerners with his James Bond-like moves. Tuk-tuks are actually a little more expensive than a regular cab ride because they can weave through traffic and get places faster. Even faster are the motorcycles taxis; just get on the back and hold on. That's where I draw the line, though—at least for now.