Tales From A Broad

My year of teaching English in Japan is up. Next mission: backpack Asia before going home to the U.S.A. Currently HOME!





Curry, Markets and Backrubs

It all started in Bangkok.

The wild rides in the back of tuk tuks, a glorified lawn mower, in the impossible Bangkok traffic. My favorite driver was Essid (not pictured) who took me to 3 different wats (temples in Thai) and an imposter jewelry shop because there was a “big sale.” Traitor.

The hour-long, full-body, traditional Thai messages that twist--practically break--and realign your bones back into place. Even if the masseuse was a tiny little Thai with hands no bigger than a lotus bud, I could rest assured that it would be the best 150-200 Baht (less than $8) I had ever spent.

The relentless bargaining for everything all the time, not just in the markets:
 Guesthouses: I lowered the cost of my first hole-in-the-wall hostel down to about $5 per night.
 Already dirt cheap, bootlegged stuff like Cd’s, DVD’s, purses, jewelry, tazor guns (!!), books (would suck if your job was to stand in front of a Xerox machine to make them), and, dare I say? Viagra!
Tuk tuks, taxis and any other form of transportation.

The street carts brimming with Pad Thai noodles, sliced papaya, watermelon, pineapples, etc. Yet, the quintessential street cart delicacy was the banana pancakes drenched in chocolate sauce and sweetened condensed milk. Hands down, some of the best meals I got in Thailand weren’t in a restaurant, but from a short lady behind a street cart. You can forget about ambience. Your utensils were sometimes only a toothpick and your table was the street curb. This is truly fast food in every sense of the word. I bet if you pitted a local Thai and her cart against a McDonald’s employee of the month, the Thai would whip up the fastest, healthiest and tastiest meal. Booya.

The interesting backpackers, expatriates, hippies and locals I met. Some of the coolest people I hung out with was was this sibling trio from Seattle.

The lazy dogs that are so jaded by humans. They aren’t’ companions in the Western sense. No leashes. No doggy bowls of food and water. No showers. Just feed ‘em and forget ‘em.

The “Ping Pong” shows in Bangkok. Well…I actually never went to one, but I figured that the live sex show I saw in Amsterdam was enough hilarity and degrading entertainment to last me awhile.
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At 06:11, Blogger Stubby said...

Wheres a picture of your sugar daddy? Im not happy with the lack of pics of him!!!!

Pete    



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