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Amman may be a good middle-ground for plane refuelling but it’s no good as an interim between Berlin and Bangkok. Chilling with little brother Sproglet in Amman’s rooftop bars and then enjoying a soak in the hot springs at Ma’in was great for relaxation but quiet, conservative Jordan did nothing to ease us in to the madness here.

How to boil a frog… Stacker in the hot springs at Ma’in

The airport and immigration went smoothly but then we sped deep into sprawling Bangkok – no seatbelts of course, there’s that in common with the middle-east – to our hotel off Sukhumvit street. Sukhumvit is one of the main thoroughfares, bustling with traffic and long stretches of market stalls where jelly shoes and novelty underwear go to die. Dotted along it are scores of street-food vendors selling grilled corn cobs, whole fried fish, noodles, freshly-squeezed pomegranate and endless other goodies.

The hotel was tucked away in a little side street – called a “soi” – off Sukhumvit and, as we sipped some happy hour cocktails and munched a jaw-droppingly expensive summer roll by the hotel pool (naturally the cheap food ain’t on hotel rooftops), we twice heard the screech and crunch of traffic accidents on the busy road.

Deciding to escape the hotel food and keeping an eye on that erratic traffic, we ventured out to scope out some Thai food at a sort of restaurant-shack that seemed a good middle ground between restaurant and street food.

We scoffed up the steamed greens in oyster sauce, fish cakes, fried chicken and crab in curry sauce and washed it down with a couple of beers. The bill came to 800 bahts (£16) after the waitress, noticing the look of surprise on our faces, had promptly tacked on another 100 bahts. What she didn’t realise was that we were actually surprised by how expensive the crab dish was – more than both our 500ml beers put together.  Oh well, we paid our farang tax and beat a hasty retreat. The ice-cold Singhas had been tasty but hadn’t done much to take the edge off the humid heat and, as sweat trickled down my legs, I began to regret the decision to go out wearing jeans.

The jeans had been a reflex from the days of covering up in Amman so today I wised up and donned a sundress instead. Even so, I felt overdressed as we wondered down Soi Cowboy on our way out to dinner. Lit up like a Christmas tree and lined with go-go bars, Soi Cowboy is the clichéd red-light district (well red-light street anyway) of Bangkok. Ageing Western men sit sipping beers on bar stools outside the bars while tiny, skimpily-dressed Thai women cluster at the entrances touting for business. As for what happens inside, well, I’m happy to leave it to my imagination. Or perhaps to Stacker’s imagination.

Soi Cowboy

Stacker, however was preoccupied. Normally the top of his to-do list after we settle in is to find us sim cards with data plans so I was a bit surprised when he was ambivalent about stopping in any of the numerous 7-Elevens as we walked back to our hotel. Clearly he had another destination in mind and from the cheeky light in his eyes I had an idea of what it may be.  While I’d been doing some work earlier over the intermittent internet at a coffee shop, he was scouring the net for where he could get his next fix in Bangkok.

Berlin had done nothing for his habit – there were hook-ups everywhere. Amman was far from dry either. Shish taouk, shish kebab, none of that interested him.

Yep, the only shish he was interested was a shisha, a hookah hook-up.

I guess sim cards will be a job for tomorrow…

Here are our recommendations should you want to get your fix in one of these fine cities…

Berlinhaling

Since indoor smoking is still alive and well in Berlin, shisha cafes in Berlin are numerous and we often coupled restaurant recommendations with the nearest shisha bar. There’s nothing like a shisha and mint tea for that post-dinner digestion. A comprehensive listing of shisha bars in Berlin can be found at Shisha Berlin. Our favourites were the friendly welcome and the mint shisha – straight-up, no mixing – at Marrakech (Schönhauser Allee, the Torstraße end) and the potent Blue Mist and decor at Kleopatra (Chausseestraße).

Berlinhaling

Amman

Obviously it’s not hard to find a decent shisha in Amman, most cafes offer them and if you wander down Rainbow Street you’ll find no end of cafes. Try the rooftop at Sangria for tapas and an amazing view with your pipe, the terrace at Agave for kick-ass cocktails or the Old View Cafe if you’re off the sauce as it’s alcohol free (try a Jallab instead) and has a view out on to the citadel. The picture below was taken on the terrace at the Marriott Hotel by the dead sea, a forty minute drive from Amman and a great spot for sunset viewing.

Shisha time in Jordan

Bangkok

A cluster of arabic shops and restaurants can be found on Sukhumvit Soi 3/1 and amongst them is Nefertiti, a sports and shisha bar that’s open till 4am. For a pretty outdoor terrace and to couple your shisha with delicious arabic food – they have molokieh, fatta or maashi as well as the popular grills, kebabs and mezze – try Arabesque on Sukhumvit Soi 2.

It’s shisha time again… in Bangkok

5 thoughts on “Holy smokes..

  1. Mate, tell me one thing. How does it feel to smoke shisha? Are any difference in terms of flavor or taste between Thai shisha and Jordan shisha? Thanks in advance. I’ve never smokes fags so I don’t know what to expect.

    • Well it tastes good🙂 It’s much smoother than cigarettes and with less crap in it but of course it’s still tobacco and still not good to smoke too much! Usually the tobacco is imported from the middle east so it can taste the same all over the world (that’s globalisation for you!) but there are definitely good ones and bad ones wherever you go. It all depends on the skill of the person making it, the quality of the coal and tobacco and whether the pipe itself is in good condition. The one we smoked here was pretty good even compared to Jordan. If you try one let me know what you think!

  2. There’s a whole bunch of Shisha places in Athens too, I never realised how popular it was and was surprised! I will naturally be passing this list on to my buddy who is a bit of a connoisseur.

      • Most people usually suggest a day or two there before heading for the islands… but i know some people who have ended up staying for weeks! Great people and lots of fun.

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