For those of you familiar with the Star Wars saga, there was a lonely, fat, obese, rotund pilot by the name of… well, I think you know (see title for those not familiar with the greatest sci-fi saga ever filmed. You all make me sick!).
Not much time… again. Things are still moving at a blistering pace here. We shoot all day and have little time to do anything that might resemble exploration or relaxation. Not that I’m complaining. This has been one hell of an adventure.
I’m curious though. Â I want to know what kind of place, whose people are so peaceful, can inspire dreams such as the ones I had last night.Â
“Day 3… there has been constant burning sensation plaguing my under-regions for the past 72 hours. Not much room to breathe. Can’t drink the water. Capitalism run amok. They would sell me back my own liver if I asked them to. Things looking grim.”
Looking back on my travels to Bangkok, I get the distinct impression that I might not be returning anytime soon. Now I cannot speak for the rest of Thailand, but I can say with absolute certainty about that Sodom and Gomorrah.
Now keep in mind that this was the selling point of an airline company whose entire fleet was comprised of planes that only contained two single file rows of seats. So, naturally, the only bloody seats they would have are window seats.
This is the theme (scheme) of travel/tourist destinations. Tell somebody the truth about something while at the same time stretching it enough to make it seem like the most amazing bargain/experience ever and try to not make it a lie while simultaneously charging you out the ass for it.
Thailand. A place known for three things, pad thai, mesages, and the regularity of government upheavals.
I’ve heard many, many great things about Thailand. Nestled between Burma, Laos, and Cambodia, Thailand is a tropical smelting pot. The very first idiotic thought I had as I stepped off the plane at 7:00 in the AM was, “Holy Mary Mother of All God the afternoons are hot here!” Yeah, that’s right. It is so profoundly humid and so completely hot, that I feel like I’m wondering around the inside of a snail shell as it slithers through death valley. Read more »