Ah, Bangkok. This city elicits such strong reactions from visitors that most of the time it is best to ignore what others say and go there with an open mind. When I visited Bangkok for the first time in 2006 I was in love with the city. Coming from a chilly Chinese provincial city the cosmopolitan delights and humid tropical climate of Bangkok, 曼谷 in Chinese, were balm to my dry soul. At the time, I had only heard people’s negative thoughts on the city, so I came pretty much expecting such a trip. Really though, all those negative-Nancys were plain wrong. Bangkok is awesome.
Now, that first trip was in October, when the overloaded Thai tourist season had yet to get into full gear, on my trip last month I arrived in the middle of the Great White Northern invasion. The long bus ride from my plane to the Bangkok terminal went past rows and rows of airplanes all from countries that are thoroughly nontropical: Swedish Airways, Finnish Airways, American, Japan Air, Swiss Air, Air France, etc etc. The Bangkok international airport, which had been open for merely one week when I had arrived in 2006, was packed to the gills with these pale visitors, all waiting in line for the tropical bliss that Thailand is so well known for.
I was only in Bangkok for a night, not really enough time to do the city justice. However, since I had done all the must-see touristy spots on my last trip I was free to just wander and eat whatever came my way. I did have three goals for my time in the city, 1) visit iberry 2) ride the canal boats and 3) eat a lot of amazing street food. I was able to do the first two well, though my ignorance of the Thai language and Thai cuisine kept me from experiencing Bangkok’s fascinating food scene beyond the basic dishes we all know. Tragic, I know. After living in China for so long, a country where my language skills can get me through most situations, it was painful being in a country where I could not communicate in the local language. I could see myself being lumped together with all the other tourists that come to Thailand, and I hated it.
Getting back to what I wanted to do in the city, ice cream was first and foremost in my mind. For those of you not in the know iberry is a Bangkok based ice cream and sorbet company. I had heard the greatest praise for their unique creations from all corners of the food-centric internet. Ramblingspoon, Eating Asia, and Gourmet magazine have all scooped on accolades for this place. Being a devout fan of all things ice cream related and tired of the expensive so-so offerings here in China it was a total pleasure to check out this spot.
I tried their sorbet in Bangkok and later their ice cream in the southern Thai city of Trang. The sorbets were delicious, albeit not world changing. The flavors were enticing and definitely not your everyday American offerings, where sorbet has always been given back seat to ice cream. With flavors like pomelo, gooseberry, mangosteen, banana, guava, and tamarind it can be a challenge deciding what to order. I opted for three kinds of sorbet: something called Blue Havana, a passion fruit sorbet, and a scoop of salted plum sorbet. The first two were fantastic but the salted plum was just too salty for my tastes. But how could I resist something as exotic as salted plum? Though I will say that mixing the passion fruit and salted plum together was a cool combination. I only wish Shanghai had a branch so I could methodically try every flavor they make.

The sorbet offerings at a downtown Bangkok iberry (the ice cream was another section that was just as big)
Traveling via Bangkok’s canals was just something I had enjoyed doing last time I was in the city and wanted to try again. Something about boats as a means of public transportation have always intrigued me. Bangkok is the only city that I know of that has very popular cheap public transportation on its canals and rivers (Hong Kong has the Star Ferry, which I guess could count even though it goes across a harbor, and as far as I remember Venice’s gondolas were largely used by tourists not local Venetians). Bangkok is a very wet city (just try watching the streets turn into canals during the monsoon season) and in the past it had been host to an extensive canal system, which has since been almost completely paved over and turned into roads. On a small number of the few remaining canals and on the large Chao Praya river that bisects the city cheap public boats still carry a mixed collection of local Bangkokers (is that the right word?), foreign European tourists and orange robed monks, who incidentally have their own section on the boat in the Chao Praya ferries.
The canals are a great way to get around if they’re near you and your destination (they’re often not) and even the act of waiting on the docks by the smelly opaque waters of the canals can be enjoyable, what with the little shops and abundant tropical foliage that can be found there. All in all the canals are a nice way to forget that you are walking around a congested urban metropolis.
Updated 3/13: Embarassing grammatical mistakes fixed.





























