There’s that magic number again

The following day I got up early – still wanted to see some of the city but I had to check out of the hotel some time during the day.



I headed out to the “weekend market” (a.k.a. Chatuchak or Jatujak) – this market is so big that there’s a map of it...



You can find anything in this market. Really, anything... clothes, food, dogs, fish, alligators... anything...



After roaming the market for a while I was on my way to a different part of the city when I was stopped by policemen and soldiers. When one of them approached me I was already imagining the headlines in ynet but it turned out all he wanted was to give me the flags of Thailand and France – it appears Jacques Chirac was on a presidential visit to Thailand and his motorcade was about to go through the avenue I was trying to cross. The street was lined with Thai’s holding the two countries’ flags. I was trying to decide how to take a picture of the whole thing when one of the Thai women in the crowd noticed me and started laughing. I wanted her to turn back around but she talked to her friends and they all looked back and started laughing – there was no getting out of it now – a group photo of flag waving Thai’s was the inevitable result :)



I finally made my way back to the hotel and checked out. I still had several hours before my flight so I went to several air-conditioned sites in the city. When I finally arrived at the airport I wasn’t very surprised to find out that my flight back home was to depart from gate number... you guessed it – 56...