ABOUT THAILAND (from Myanmar).
Dear blog,
Bangkok is a nice city. It's huge and sprawling. Street vendors and temples and go go bars and skyscrapers all seem to sit comfortably together. It's official name translated is, 'Great city of angels, the supreme repository of divine jewels, the great land unconquerable, the grand and prominent realm, the royal and delightful capital city full of nine noble gems, the highest royal dwelling and grand palace, the divine shelter and living place of the reincarnated spirits.'
On the plane from Delhi to Bangkok, I was sitting next to an American and decided to head south to Pattaya with him and his friends for a few days. We even stayed at the Hard Rock Hotel. Pattaya is a mecca of sex and beach, particularly for single, morally-relaxed men. Apparently at one place, the customer can choose from about 1000 girls, all numbered. I've never seen so many transvestites either. Upon entry to one of the bars, I was mistaken for a Thai prostitute.
In Bangkok, I got a room at Th Khao San where all the backpackers stay. I spent a day shopping and eating 20 baht roadside phat thai and spring rolls. Housekeeping "cleaned" the pile of coins I left in my room. Did they think it was a tip? Every night outside my window, a band played horrible Oasis covers. Next time I'm staying in Sukhumvit.
Doonnnntt loookk backk in angrrrrrrrrrrr.
I went to Bling Bling night at one of the clubs with a bunch of students home for the holidays from around the world. They wear designer jeans and carry Louis Vuitton. The club was different for sure. There's a show that goes for hours and includes several bands, breakdancing and other kinds of dancing, and a fashion parade. Your group gets a table and sort of bops around it, but you don't really dance.
I spent a day visiting some contemporary art galleries around Bangkok. A number of Australian and Japanese artists were featured, alongside Thai artists. Not many gallery-goers though. The galleries were rather spread out around the city - there was no real 'art district,' like in Melbourne. Abstraction and new media seemed really popular.
Thai lifts have no ground floor: the ground floor is called the first floor. Pretty much wherever you go in the city, there is a 7-11 in sight. At the vast majority of restaurants/cafes, waiters stand over you whilst you pay the bill.
Hello. Where from?
Australia.
Oh I love you.
I'm actually in Myanmar now, at an internet cafe that has managed to circumvent the government's ban on gmail and blogger. My next blog will be about today's visit to Aung San Suu Kyi's house and the National League for Democracy office in Yangon.
Til next time.
Dear blog,
Bangkok is a nice city. It's huge and sprawling. Street vendors and temples and go go bars and skyscrapers all seem to sit comfortably together. It's official name translated is, 'Great city of angels, the supreme repository of divine jewels, the great land unconquerable, the grand and prominent realm, the royal and delightful capital city full of nine noble gems, the highest royal dwelling and grand palace, the divine shelter and living place of the reincarnated spirits.'
On the plane from Delhi to Bangkok, I was sitting next to an American and decided to head south to Pattaya with him and his friends for a few days. We even stayed at the Hard Rock Hotel. Pattaya is a mecca of sex and beach, particularly for single, morally-relaxed men. Apparently at one place, the customer can choose from about 1000 girls, all numbered. I've never seen so many transvestites either. Upon entry to one of the bars, I was mistaken for a Thai prostitute.
In Bangkok, I got a room at Th Khao San where all the backpackers stay. I spent a day shopping and eating 20 baht roadside phat thai and spring rolls. Housekeeping "cleaned" the pile of coins I left in my room. Did they think it was a tip? Every night outside my window, a band played horrible Oasis covers. Next time I'm staying in Sukhumvit.
Doonnnntt loookk backk in angrrrrrrrrrrr.
I went to Bling Bling night at one of the clubs with a bunch of students home for the holidays from around the world. They wear designer jeans and carry Louis Vuitton. The club was different for sure. There's a show that goes for hours and includes several bands, breakdancing and other kinds of dancing, and a fashion parade. Your group gets a table and sort of bops around it, but you don't really dance.
I spent a day visiting some contemporary art galleries around Bangkok. A number of Australian and Japanese artists were featured, alongside Thai artists. Not many gallery-goers though. The galleries were rather spread out around the city - there was no real 'art district,' like in Melbourne. Abstraction and new media seemed really popular.
Thai lifts have no ground floor: the ground floor is called the first floor. Pretty much wherever you go in the city, there is a 7-11 in sight. At the vast majority of restaurants/cafes, waiters stand over you whilst you pay the bill.
Hello. Where from?
Australia.
Oh I love you.
I'm actually in Myanmar now, at an internet cafe that has managed to circumvent the government's ban on gmail and blogger. My next blog will be about today's visit to Aung San Suu Kyi's house and the National League for Democracy office in Yangon.
Til next time.
1 Comments:
hey lyn, nice blog, never took u for the blogging type... have a safe trip back home if ure not there yet...
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