If you ever find yourself in Chiang Mai: GO TO THE NIGHT BAZAAR. It’s something that I’m surprised isn’t written about more. About a 15 minute taxi ride from our hostel, we entered a bustling street full of sounds, smells, sights, and people. We thought this street was the whole shabang, but after we turned a corner, the road opened up into the actual night bazaar. A huge space filled with every possible elephant pattered pair of pants know to man, endless street-side kitchens, and abounding knicknacks. It felt like a whole new world- bustling, moving, beautiful, cultural, unique, and wonderful. The whole atmosphere is something I couldn’t even attempt to photograph- it was the total sum of the ambiance that made it so memorable. You (sadly) can’t capture smells of fresh ingredients, adorable old Thai women, sounds from musical street performers, and twinkle lights from stands into a picture. So, you’ll just have to see it for yourself to believe me.
I think another reason I loved today so much was because everything felt real for the first time. This is definitely largely due to the fact that the night bazaar reminded me of the Portland Saturday Market, only bigger….and in Thailand. Like home, but entirely different. Like my new home! It all just finally clicked that this is REAL. THIS IS MY LIFE. Isn’t that a cool realization?