Well Lynda was in town last weekend, was great to see her, we hit the markets and she introduced me to her favourite restaurant, which sells awesome chilli basil clams but unfortunately is closed down for good the day after she left.
Somethings about Thailand are so distinctly unique, there is a certain disused petrol station which still has the pumps and so on in tact, but now no longer sells petrol, as soon as the sunsets, swarms of little vendors plop down their tables and a cafe/pub/bazaar opens up. somehow ordering a "bucket" of Margarita (which arrives delicately with three straws) for Lynda, Taz and I takes the tropical romance out of any drink.
Anyway it was good getting to see some other little back streets of Bangkok and to have some one to wander about chatuchak with.
There has been much talk in the papers and on-line this week vis-a-vis new visa regulations, but the air is so thick with contradiction and most seem to believe nothing has really changed.
Just two more weeks of school and the semester is over, It looks at this stage like a three week holiday in Cambodia then one mad week lesson planning before the new term starts, will be the agenda.
The main road just down our street is lined with seafood restaurants, at night, they too spring like mushrooms from the fetid gutters as darkness descends. The food is actually pretty good but the ambience is crap, the roar of traffic, the pall of dust which hangs in the humid air the sick flourescent light grovelling out of the doorways of the six or so brothels on the strip. No matter what you order it always comes with a greasy omlette on the side. It ain't sashimi at Bar Rashi, but for all that it ain't bad.
Chuiwawa N.J.
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