So on Monday, Bangkok went officially into shutdown. I went to Asok on Monday to film for work, and it was all pretty peaceful, although I never expected to see tents pitched along Sukhumvit Road:
And of course my colleague insisted that we take the obligatory selfie:
It’s been an odd week. I don’t know what the result of the protests will be. They don’t seem to have had that much effect save to demonstrate that the sound of a whistle is really annoying, and to show that in fact Bangkok can solve its traffic problems, but I don’t see Suthep, the protest leader giving up either. Towards the end of the week things got a little more violent, with three bombs on Friday and one today. I don’t want to comment too much more, as although my Thai friends have been great in educating me, and I actually now know far more about Thai politics than I do about UK ones, this is a subject I still know little about.
What I will say however is that it is a shame to hear and read that tourists/expats have been getting involved: buying whistles, wearing t-shirts and riding along on trucks wrapped in Thai flags when firstly in reality they are probably not aware of what is exactly going on apart from seemingly free rock concerts and secondly we have been warned we could be deported for joining in. Note to such people: buying a whistle does not make you cool, just stupid and ignorant.
But life has still gone one, and my week, apart from all of the whistles, has carried on as normal: roof top bars, lovely visitors from England, cooking school, Wat Pho, seeing Chinatown getting geared up for Chinese New Year and having cake and drinks with the lovely Hazel, here’s the rest of my pics: