Soi Rambutrri is 6.6 kilometers to the Anantara Siam Bangkok Hotel and a professional photographer who took really good photos of me during the "AICHR Inter-regional Dialogue on Best Practice on Business and Human Rights" [which is the case for my refusal to have my photos taken by an "amateur"], 2 kilometers to the UNESCAP's interesting sessions on "the consequences of non-compliace" and "the future of work [and migration]" in the "Responsible Business and Human Rights Forum", 6.4 kilometers to The Peninsula Bangkok's well-stocked bar for the Philippine Embassy's Independence Day reception dinner, and the exact address of the Ibis Styles Bangkok Khaosan Vientai where we stayed for almost a week and workshopped for a day.
Soi Rambutrri is the "daughter of Rama" and the less-famous sister of the infamous Khao San Road which has transformed into a slutty strip of an all night unbriddled partying and drunkenness mainly because Richard [aka Leonardo DiCaprio] stayed in one of the backpacker hostels before his curious adventure to "The Beach".
It is also the street I gazed into every morning in a futile search for an insiration that will help me endure the hotel's permanent and boring breakfast fare...
...the street where every night, we navigate a jungle of food stalls, restobars that overflow into the pavement, and all sorts of humans...
...and the street which extends 400 meters into the Michellin-starred and sedate Patonggo Cafe for cheap but heavenly soups, or 200 meters to the riot and madness of Khao San Road on the other side.
Soi Rambutrri is 3.9 kilometers to Yaowarat [Chinatown] and the 100-year old Khao Tom Jay Suay's heirloom moo daeng tod [fried roasted pork barbecue] and kiam buay moo sup [ground pork balls soup with Chinese plum] that patrons enjoy al fresco at stainless metal-topped tables and plastic chairs right on the street....
...the braised pork knuckles of Kha Moo Siri Rama which is the Thai version of the Filipino's patatim that I can confidently say is several notches better, served and consumed in the same stainless metal-topped tables and plastic chairs...
...and finally, the long line at Nai Ek Roll Noodles for its "must have" crispy pork" that we consumed as quickly as we took our place in the ever-present stainless metal-topped tables and plastic chairs, before a quick tour of the sights and smells of Yaowarat at eight in the evening.
I had my first liquid fire at "I Love Thai Food" on Soi Rambutrri's southeastern end and my last one for the week supposedly at "Bombay Blues" on the northwestern end before being lured to the ambiance, the plastic chairs and steel drum tables at "Madam Musur's", the "Yes Bar" and the "VW Cocktail Bar" right at the epicenter of Soi Rambutrri.
It is also the street I gazed into every morning in a futile search for an insiration that will help me endure the hotel's permanent and boring breakfast fare...
...the street where every night, we navigate a jungle of food stalls, restobars that overflow into the pavement, and all sorts of humans...
...and the street which extends 400 meters into the Michellin-starred and sedate Patonggo Cafe for cheap but heavenly soups, or 200 meters to the riot and madness of Khao San Road on the other side.
Soi Rambutrri is 3.9 kilometers to Yaowarat [Chinatown] and the 100-year old Khao Tom Jay Suay's heirloom moo daeng tod [fried roasted pork barbecue] and kiam buay moo sup [ground pork balls soup with Chinese plum] that patrons enjoy al fresco at stainless metal-topped tables and plastic chairs right on the street....
...the braised pork knuckles of Kha Moo Siri Rama which is the Thai version of the Filipino's patatim that I can confidently say is several notches better, served and consumed in the same stainless metal-topped tables and plastic chairs...
...and finally, the long line at Nai Ek Roll Noodles for its "must have" crispy pork" that we consumed as quickly as we took our place in the ever-present stainless metal-topped tables and plastic chairs, before a quick tour of the sights and smells of Yaowarat at eight in the evening.
I had my first liquid fire at "I Love Thai Food" on Soi Rambutrri's southeastern end and my last one for the week supposedly at "Bombay Blues" on the northwestern end before being lured to the ambiance, the plastic chairs and steel drum tables at "Madam Musur's", the "Yes Bar" and the "VW Cocktail Bar" right at the epicenter of Soi Rambutrri.
