Our first experience may have been our fault: 1. For being unclear and 2. For not speaking Thai. We asked for Chinatown. We got our friendly tuk-tuk driver’s friend’s Chinese restaurant a neat four kilometers from Chinatown. But no worries, he smiled, we smiled, the restauranteur smiled and crisis was averted.
And then we got lost for two hours, on foot this time, trying to find the menagerie of night market stalls, roadside restaurants and bright lights that comprised Bangkok’s Chinatown. The streets were crammed with people, more than we’d seen in any other part of the city so far.
Makeshift pop-up restaurants littered the pavement and we finally decided on a particularly bustling one that promised fresh grilled prawns for 200 baht (about 4 pounds) a plate. Amongst our place with the foreigners, both European and Asian, locals, both old and young, and weird couples, European man with a lady of the night, we stuck out only slightly. 
But one gigantic plate of grilled prawns, another of grilled squid and a huge vat of Tom Yum later, we were sufficiently content. Then we got the bill and were greatly contented—roughly £10 total for an all-star freshly caught seafood meal.
Jon and our prawns
squid and tom yum!We paid and walked into what looked like the throwback to Kmart's less successful twin brother, had a series of interesting times trying to hail down a cab and ended up where we started--in the back of a tuk-tuk. Transported through a land of air and noise pollution, we headed back to our hotel to await the next day's tuk-tuk trauma.
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