Monday, February 05, 2007

The Bangkok Scam

"We drive you everywhere you want. 3 hours, 4 hours, 5.... OK," a Tuk-Tuk driver said as he unfurled a map. He pointed to four or five temples and asked where we wanted to go. "I take you for 60 bat [$1.25], OK?"

It sounded too good to be true so we asked more questions.

"We take you to the Thai Center. You go in, look around, no have to buy anything, we get coupon for free gas."

"We don't have to buy anything? We can just browse for a minute, walk in and walk out?"

"That is fine."

We confirmed with the tourist sitting near us that this wasn't too good be true. So we hopped on and spent three hours looking at three or four temples. One of them, built on top of a hill, gave an amazing view of the Bangkok skyline. In the distance a few skyscrapers clung together. All around us were the Hershey-kiss styled Wak temples reaching into the sky. There are over 300 such temples in Bangkok. From their my first impression was confirmed: Bangkok really isn't that big of a city. At least not by the Chinese standards I'm used to. It was also flush with culture, especially if religion is used as a relative index. My fear that the rest of Asia looks like China is luckily falling apart.

We got dumped off at at the Asia center, really just two stores. The first was full of fluent Indians trying to sell expensive suits. I only last two or three minutes before bolting out.

"No no no! You must spend 10 or 15 minutes inside!" He grabbed me by the arm and led me into a jewelry store. I figured I could spend ten minutes there working off my taxi fair by looking at shiney objects.

Inside there were six workers in kiosks doing nothing. At the far end of the store in a display case was a box of rocks next to another box with the polished counterparts. I spent a good six minutes staring at the box of rocks before Lyndsey had to bolt.

Our driver didn't get his coupon but still took us to another temple.

"We try again. We to TAT now."

TAT worked out much better. It was a travel agency. They had wonderful maps and were more than happy to answer all of our questions about transit options and activities in different towns. We were almost sold on a $25 three day hiking and camping trek through a national park outside Chiang Mai.

The driver got his coupon and dropped us off at the big mall [so I could buy another memory card for my camera {2gb, $17}]. He left us there though because he wanted to catch the Thailand - Singapore soccer game. He only wanted 20 bat for three hours of travel. 50 cents. 50 cents and fifteen minutes, anyway.

Saturday, February 03, 2007

Thailand

So Lyndsey and I pulled things off perfectly - three border crossings in one day. Shenzhen to Hong Kong to Macau to Bangkok. The flight was smooth and we wound up sharing a cab and dinner with a Surinamese expat living here. Suriname is north of Brazil and east of Venezuala, for all those who didn't know - including every customs agent.

There's a little backpacker district we're hanging out in now. I've come to stay away from other white people and touristy areas, but this place rocks. Last night I sat in resteraunt of my hotel stipping beer, sharing travel stories with an Aussie, and feeding a small elephant celery. Today we zipped across town in the Tuk-Tuk's, little three wheel hybrid motorcycle-rickshaws.

We decided yesterday to visit northern Thailand instead of Laos. As much as we want to visit Luang Prabang, it takes too long to get there and there's not a lot of infrastucture there. Like, you know, ATM's. So we'll be heading up to northern Thailand tonight on a sleeper train and spend out time around Chaing Mai.

I'll write later. Times out.

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

On The Road Again...

My schedule looks like this: tomorrow I finish my application to Hong Kong University and Lyndsey arrives from Tianjin. Friday I pack and throw a dinner party and cook food in this apartment for the first time. Saturday morning I go to Hong Kong University for an information session on the program, then Lyndsey and I take the ferry to Macau and fly to Bangkok that night. Sunday morning we take a train to Vientiane, the capital of Laos. Monday morning we take a boat to Luang Prabang. Then we relax and explore. Crazy, yet delightfully awesome if I do say so myself. On the 12th I fly to Manilla and visit Hera's hometown, which she lets me call her home village because I demand that she pretends to be the Peasant Girl© archetype I hoped her to be. I'll then spend nearly two weeks in Palawan, a remote archipelago curving west when the rest of the Philippines wants to curve right. I'll spend most of my time on Coron, the northernmost island.

So this will be my last blog for awhile unless I find internet cafes and means of uploading in the jungles of Laos or island of the Philippines.

Happy Chinese New Year friends, family, and random readers!

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Nastrincisity - noun; the art of following a great song on an album with with exactly the wrong one.

"Man, Modest Mouse was perfecting the art of nastrincisity on "This is a Long Drive for Someone with Nothing to Think About."