When most people think about accommodation in Bangkok, they think about a backpackers on Khaosan Road. After all it was The Beach that put them on the map for most and which girl wouldn’t put up with thin walls and crummy sheets if it increases the chance of finding her personal Richard. However sometimes a girl just wants to feel like a princess, with or without the prince.

At least that’s what I wanted for my first couple of nights in Bangkok. My entire trip was going to be somewhat low budget and I felt the need to spoil myself with some decent shut eye after a 24 hour journey. With that in mind I set out on an online quest to find a place that didn’t use the word ‘cheap’ to describe itself or offered space for an entire congress delegation. Eventually I tumbled across The Asadang and it seemed everything that I was looking for: small, personal, beautifully decorated by someone with an obvious eye for art and vintage furniture. The location seemed perfect too, set in the Old City close to the Grand Palace and Wat Pho, but not far from all the city nightlife and buzz, should the need for a handsome backpacking prince arise after all.

foyer asadang

I inquired and immediately made a booking, arguing only for a second with myself over the price which wasn’t easy on my wallet, especially not by Bangkok standards, but my heart longed to stay there.

Due to a five hour delay I made it just in time for my first night when I arrived only at 4am. I had informed the The Asadang that I was going to be late, but I was still worried if someone was going to be up to open up. I shouldn’t have been, because I was greeted kindly by Chaiya, the manager of the castle, who took my luggage in exchange for a cold glass of lemongrass tea while we settled formalities. It was late, I was absolutely knackered and usually I would have minded the paperwork at this hour, but you know when you walk in somewhere and you feel immediately like you have arrived? When you feel at home though your home never smelled like Jasmine? You don’t mind paperwork when it smells like that.

detail room asadang

In my state of complete exhaustion mixed with utter excitement I started jumping up and down like a crazy person upon entering my room. I had booked Ratchabopit or the princess tower as I call it – very hard to access, but with everything a princess’ heart could desire. Thanks again to Chaiya my  luggage made it up the tiniest spiral staircase I have ever seen and it’s probably a good thing that I only stayed two nights because I am not sure how I would gotten up there after a few weeks of Pad Thai. The room itself was small, but beautifully furnished and equipped with all comforts one could need: safe, aircon, TV, and best of all a free (!) minibar. I had chosen it specifically because it was the only room with a little balcony that overlooked a nearby Ratchabopit temple that the room is named after. So there I sat, instead of going to bed, with my first local beer, listening to the sounds of the crickets and the city.

ratchabopit room the asadang 2

ratchabopit room the asadang

Though some people may complain about the hard Thai style beds, I am no princess on a pea and slept soundly once I tore myself away from the balcony. So soundly in fact that the next morning I woke up in a bit of a panic, because I had overslept and almost missed breakfast. Which would have been sad, because there was sweet sticky rice, warm donuts, fruit, and the best and softest coconut balls I have ever had. And albeit some strange choices for my still very western palate – rice with chicken for breakfast? – I didn’t understand how anyone could ask for toast when presented with these little pots of local deliciousness.

dining room asadang

Then I started my exploration of Bangkok, but honestly it was a bit tricky. Though I immediately liked the energy of the city, I liked my little princess tower plus balcony almost more. But considering that The Asadang is basically located right next to some of the most prominent sights, it was an easy gap to bridge in the end. I could get my dose of sightseeing and still be back in time for homemade coconut ice cream as afternoon snack. There was always a staff member to hail a carriage (or a tuk tuk) to take me out into the world again and to book a massage for me upon my return, because they understood that clearly one massage in two days just wouldn’t cut it.

balcony asadang

My last night ended on my balcony again where I first got in touch with the relentless Asian mosquitos, not that I cared. I only cared about the next day when it was time for me to leave and move to another hotel. I know I will sound properly dramatic, but I actually wanted to cry a bit, hold on to the doorframe and shout: I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go!

So that night I drained my sorrows in a bucket on Khaosan Road, surrounded by knights with shiny backpacks. It wasn’t so bad after all and I didn’t even mind the hangover that came with the bucket. I had left my tower, my sanctuary, but realized that the whole city smelled like jasmine and that I was in fact a princess who could rough it up a bit as long as there was coconut ice cream to refresh me on the go.

Want to sleep like a princess in Bangkok too? Contact The Asadang via their website.

Images 4 and 5 from The Asadang website.