Bangkok.

Probably the dankest place I've watched someone shoot an AK-47.



My friends were given a menu of different weapons to fire, as well as soft drinks. My biggest regret on the trip thus far is that I fucked up filming someone throwing a hand grenade into the river. I was simply to scared to get too close. It was also possible to fire a rocket launcher into a mountain.

I asked if I could fire it into one of their children (for the right price of course), but I didn't have 50 USD on me.



I thought I looked really tough, but was told by the Cambodian lads that I looked like a lady man (this is how they wear their krama's). I told them they couldn't afford me. This did not go down as well as I expected.



I could think of worse places to play Jenga and drink beer. The Irish couldn't understand why the loser had to drink the Tequila.

I love the Irish.

I love the Khmer.

I love everybody.

And Bangkok is a fucking handful. In a very Western way.