Khao San road, Khao San road, place where the riches of ages are stowed. The photo at left is of this place, a backpacker's mecca in Bangkok, and a night bazaar most bizarre. A bus from the airport will land you there, where stricken hippies and euro wanderers stagger in torpid stupor through a maze of street vendors and touts, selling everything and anything from Frank Paul knock-offs to crispy fried scorpions to pink balloons to... miscellaneous shoes. A lurid neon ninth circle of the shambling damned.