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Walking through the fresh food market on Khlong Toei market in Bangkok. My new vehemently religious Russian friend and me enter the fresh meat portion of the fresh food market. As possibly the only foreigners to enter this part of the city quite some time we are already getting some seriously hard side eyes from the vendors who we can only assume have been proprietors of this space for generations. So as to avoid the chunks of hanging flesh above my head I force all of my attention upwards. In my pursuit of avoiding fresh chicken blood on my face I miss the bowls of live frogs to the left of my new friends feet. The gentleman skinning and selling these frogs has misplaced one and is currently looking for the escapee. My friend, who has never been to Bangkok before, screams as though she has just sat bare assed onto an electric fence. Before I had the chance to avoid whatever horrible fate that had befallen her I see a frog sailing across the market. Now when I say across the market I mean 30 feet in the air across more than 50 stalls. The poor green bastard has been projected so far that it is no longer visible as it careens towards its carnivalesque demise. Upon evaluation it seems that it was my foot that has caused it to achieve a brief freedom chased by a very certain death. My new travel partner has unwittingly stepped on the frog – squishing it towards me where it has landed on top of my foot. As a reflex I scream and have apparently punted the poor thing. It is a pity that I could not kick like that in school because oh boy I tell you I would have been first pick for every team in gym class. At this point we are now being pointed at and the chatter has begun to spread. As someone who at the time spoke and understood minimal Thai I could not quite understand what they were saying or why everyone thought it was such a big deal. A from jumped under my friends foot and I had kicked it across the market. A bit weird I must admit but nothing that would need them to use these hushed whispers and gestures towards us. I then realized that this was where they bought their dinner. This would be the equivalent of someone walking into a Walmart – having and apple fall on their foot screaming bloody murder and then kicking it across the store. No doubt a very odd occurrence for people just trying to buy their groceries and head home.