Weekend at Chattuchak

I have a love-hate relationship with shopping.

While most of my female friends can shop till they drop with armloads of bags, most of the time I will be the only one going home without the spoils of "war".

Take my last trip to Bangkok, where I bunked with a friend who was there on business trip. With another friend who was working in Bangkok then, the few of us trooped to the famed weekend market at Chattuchak.

It was sweltering, with our clothes plastered to our sweaty bodies AND scurrying through narrow, endlessly cramped alleys, my shopping mood was shot to hell.

But not my friend. Every few minutes, she could find things that she liked and collected one plastic bag after another, until things got too heavy and we ended up splitting her loot among the few of us.

I think my friend hauled 5kg of goods back to the hotel.

I managed to get only 2 t-shirts from the dreadful 5 hours. And they were too tight to be comfortable.