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I regroup with Matt and Joe, who are giggling at the T-Shirts for sale in one of a multitude of markets.
One T-shirt depicts a , though I think most people can figure that one out for themselves.
You see I’ve now consumed 2 buckets of Sang Som and Thai Red-bull, on top of a tank-load of beer, and the night is blurring into chaos and disorder amongst the neon bright skyline.
In a drunken stupor I try to impress my European friends with German linguistics.
Sawasdee House is the name, and it’s pleasant to find some soothing lounge music.
Today, like every other day in this urban jungle, it’s 30-something degrees combined with 100% humidity.
The sun shines pleasantly but I’m pissing sweat out my forehead at an alarming rate.
Without alcohol the frustration grows; the incessant chanting of the massage girls (‘massaaaa, massaaaa’) is simply too much to bear, and I begin to realise why every other person on Khao San Road is carrying a beer or three.
Even as the sun begins to set, the relentless heat refuses to subside, and I finally opt for the shade offered by the plethora of colourful bars this chaotic street has to offer.
Thankfully bottled water from the local 7-11 is no more than 10baht (about 20p) and the store is fortified with various air conditioning machines.