It’s hard to imagine the humble origins of Khao San Road as layered sign after neon-colored sign beckons to you, offering everything from sustenance, to chachkies, to items of questionable legality.
Those origins of the road are only alluded to in the name, which means ‘milled rice.’ The first hotel was a small one, serving the civil servants who came on business. Walking down Khao San today, just about anything you are looking for is offered.
Looking for hotels and hostels? They are everywhere. Tatto? Massage? They’ve got you covered.
Pharmacy? Fast Food? Convenience Stores? Check, Check, and Check.
If it’s night life you are after, the assortment of bars and restaurants seems never ending, the “night” in nightlife is clearly irrelevant judging by the traffic in and out just after lunch.
In just the short time we spent walking the road before snagging one of the ubiquitous Tuk Tuks, we were encouraged to shop for souvenirs, stop in at a bar, buy ourselves a scorpion on a stick, and get a fake ID. And we were offered the fake IDs twice. I’m not sure what that says about our group.
Keep walking kids, keep walking.