Between the European prices for fried rice (6-7 USD) the overpriced hotels, the amazing numbers of go-gobars and the psychological environment that makes it seem as if the city is one humongous Brothel complex, panic struck me: Where am I? What am I doing here? Its obvious my money won't last me half a day here where drunk tourists with cash falling out of their camo shorts pockets drive the prices waaay up. It seems like there is a drunk English dude ready to start a fight in every corner after his first lesson in Muay Thai, a tailor taking your measures as you walk by while asking you where you're from, and throngs and throngs of vulgar barladys' screaming, "PSST,hello, hello, I go with you" and giving you that look that drives so many single and divorced older men to Pattaya.
I have to say, it is so different here from what I've seen of this country and such a contrast with the north, that and the possibility of a media driven coup-d'etat happening in the next few days, I believe its time to say bye to beautiful Thailand... for now...
Did I mention the food sucks? The sauce only makes the roaches a little less crunchy.
1 comment:
Wow! I love that you blogged about the eating experience. Just the other day, as I was trying to get rid of a couple cucarachas in our kitchen it passed my mind that in some countries, people eat these m.f'ers on a skewer with a fine curry! Hahaha.
Personally, my cucarachas taste best in the trash can or flushed down the toilet.
I hope you tried one of those...
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