1. The crappiest trance Eurohits from the last 5 years.
2. Jack Johnson, on repeat, forever and ever, in every CD store and every restaurant you pass on the Khaosan Road.
I promise I’ll write about Bangkok itself, the good bits, soon.
After a few days in the heat, and with beauty-salon touts papering our sticky bodies with flyers, Nazma decided we should go for facials. Now before the more manly readers out there start their lambasting let me tell you: it was feeling like my pores were soaking up every diesel fume in Bangkok; plus the [...]
In this heat one ends up spending most of their day guzzling cold drinks. You can buy an icy soft drink anywhere on the street for 10B (28cents). To keep the bottle deposit, the vendor will pour it into a little baggie full of ice, and in the afternoon sun, this is the only way [...]
Arrived in Bangkok and we are staying off-off-Khaosan Road proper, and what a difference a few dozen meters makes. Fewer vendors and generally a less ferocious and seedy atmosphere. We’ve reverted to the “the-bathroom-IS-the-shower-stall” situation, but that’s okay: even having an attached bathroom is a luxury. Hell, even having a room is a luxury–we were [...]
So we leave the country for barely over a week and you lot swing the country to the right by 10 points! You know, there’s a nice selection of anti-Bush t-shirts available: maybe we should buy a bunch and do airdrops over BC and Ontario-outside-of-Toronto.
Hit Macau for about an hour before we had to get to the airport for the flight to Bangkok. It was interesting seeing what Hong Kong might have been like if the Portuguese had taken over more real estate in the South China Sea 400-odd years ago. Very reminiscent of a European city with its [...]
Some last impressions to sum up Hong Kong:
Nazma met the extended family on both my mother and father’s sides for the first time. The meetings weren’t the nerve-wracking trials-by-fire that we might have expected: they were incredibly gracious and even openly fawning at points. A little Cantonese goes a long way, it seems. We also [...]
You’ll never go hungry in Hong Kong, but we nearly did, just from paralysis-by-indecision: too many options and we were frozen. On every street corner there’s little vendors with their habachis doing up street-meat skewers. Think Richmond Night Market x 1000. But don’t ask for sweet-and-sour chicken; Nazma went on a short-lived hunger strike because [...]
Went out last night for some night-market action. Hong Kong by night is a neon mess but the faded, decaying gargantuan signs have a real charm and romance about them. I almost suspect half the stores don’t even exist anymore but the signs stay on for sheer inertia. This guy seems to have a problem [...]
Switched to the business hotel this morning and had our first hot shower in a couple of days. We’re now right across the road from some kind of school, as far as we can tell: bizarre Big-Brother-type pronouncements come out every few minutes over the superloud PA telling the students to finish their worksheets before [...]