Great about Bangkok in no particular order:
1. Places with cheap shopping.
2. My bag in mustard yellow and flip flops in brown (it’s true, that’s all I bought).
3. Our fantabulous hotel suite.
4. Watching Nip/Tuck Season Two (we brought dvds).
5. NaNoWriMo. The days of sitting in the hotel room while Yuchun went to work, watched mindless cable TV or slept have yielded much fruit. I have never written such lengthy and long-winded prose in my life.
6. New friends made.
7. Good Thai food.
8. Cheap massages.
9. Cheaper cosmetics. The duty-free cosmetic counters in Bangkok International Airport are a steal.
10. Getting chauffeured around (hey, we’re there for work).
Not-so-great about Bangkok in no particular order:
1. The polluted air.
2. Traffic jams. Traffic jams. Traffic jams.
3. Very expensive shopping centres.
4. Getting conned by some Thai Girl Show establishment. There must have been like fifty different Thai Girl Shows and we ended up with at money-sucking leech’s. We were so sore at wasting thirty ringgit apiece for practically nothing that we didn’t try our luck a second time.
5. The heat.
I would tell you more and in greater detail (for instance you might be wondering what exactly is a Thai Girl Show), maybe even describe the transsexuals that we saw everywhere, but I have more pressing matters at the mo – shower, dinner and NaNoWriMo for instance.
One comment I will let slip however, is the number of Caucasian men I saw walking hand-in-hand with a less-than-gorgeous Thai girl. Of course I don’t know for sure that those women were indeed escorts and not their genuine girlfriends, but I’m betting on the former in the vast majority of instances. And I was just wondering, is there no shame in parading the fact that you can’t get any back home and need to pay some underprivileged girl in a third world country to make you feel like a man?
The girls may be willing and I’m sure they’re very nice to them. Hell, maybe the guy is impotent and only nice Thai girls who are paid – and probably paid very well – will do what no one back home is willing. I’m probably missing some perspective. Or not. Oh well, it’s just a thought.
