cushions, shawls, rugs, bags, table runners, hats, whatever
Colorful, brand new taxis abound in left-lane-driving Bangkok. Just be sure to ask the driver to use the taxi meter before you start the trip. And if mid-trip he suddenly comes up with a story that the traffic-is-so-terrible-at-this-time therefore could you just cough-up-a-certain-amount-which-he-specifies instead of letting the meter run, don't you budge. A verbal contract is a verbal contract.
Oh, and here's a very helpful tip: before you go anywhere, ask a travel agent, or better yet, ask several travel agents in any of the many travel agencies in the vicinity, what is the estimated cost and time of travel to a certain place. With this information, you now have a better bargaining position with the taxi or the tuk-tuk driver. The tuk-tuk, by the way, is an open-air taxi that is driven by a motorcycle. Much like the pedicab of Dumaguete, only of a different configuration.
Khao San Road could easily be any street in Quiapo or thereabouts with its assorted street merchandise, varied business enterprises, crawling traffic and multitudes afoot. This was taken around nine am, when most of the tourists were still in bed, therefore there were not too many people or cars around yet.
Perhaps even more colorful than the beads, taxis and goods for sale on Khao San Road, would be the skin of the people present there. It was like a United Nations Convention of sorts as I met visitors from Israel, Germany, London, Indonesia, America and yeah, Quezon City.
This elderly Thai was peddling his wares along Susie Street, the little side street that connected Khao San Road to Rambuttri Road, where our hotel was. I wasn't sure if he spoke English so I didn't ask him what he was selling. Thru gestures I asked him instead if I could take his picture, to which he paused and posed.