My travel buddy, my bestie, my partner in crime and I were finally going to do it: we were finally going to get the tattoos we'd been talking about our entire time abroad. We researched shops and found the best in Bangkok- it's the only shop to have the highest level hygiene certificate, equivalent to that of a hospital, given out by the government. We went in there scared shitless and shaky but we came out on top of the world. The tattoo itself took less than 10 minutes and cost practically pennies. I'm so happy with my choice and couldn't be prouder of myself. Thanks again Bangkok Ink for doing an awesome job on these two farang!
The night was young and so were we (at least we felt that way after our tattoos) so we decided to do the obvious: head to khao san road for a night of shenanigans. This is where the night of no no's was born. If we could get tattoos, we could do anything. And so, we did.
First we ordered the infamous khao san buckets
Then we tried scorpion. You guessed it, it tastes like chicken!
Next we did helium balloons
As we made our way down khao san, we encountered a hilltribe woman selling the world's most obnoxious hats- Tash obviously had to have one
And finally, it was time to complete our look with hair wraps
We had done Khao San like champs. Now it was time to tackle a less desireable thailand staple- a ping pong show.
We blasted J Biebs and sang to our tuk tuk driver as we drove.
We met some friends after the show who told us about a club party in the basement of a hotel: yes please!
And what better way to end the night of no no's than with a sunrise breakfast at The New Yorker cafe?
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