Sunday, 13 January 2013

Disoriented in the Orient? Look for McD's!






 If you're ever feeling disoriented, catching a glimpse of these familiar, golden arches on the horizon, in all of their magnificence, should orient you, or is it the other way around? Well, that is, until you discover the coffee is like mud, the bread is stale and the prices are outrageous.

I tried getting on the internet here. They wanted you to go through a whole rigamarole of filling out information along with your passport number, which I reluctantly did. But, the system refused to believe that my passport number was legitimate. So, I never did get online and the coffee was so bad, I couldn't drink it. 



                      As they say in Malaysia, "Salamat hari Krismas!" I find it amusing that in SE Asia,
         they tend to decorate Christmas trees from the top down, instead of spiraling around it, like we do.
As soon as I get done talking to the manager at McD's about their coffee, I'll start giving lessons on Christmas tree decorating. Ha. Just kidding.







                                                A shop-keeper who sold me a bottle of water.


       The Winstar Hotel could probably win a star. But, it costs 800 Batt / night. That's almost 30 bucks!



                                                             If it ain't ol' Saint Nick!
                                                           A little square over a clong.


                                                             Palm trees and wires. . .


There are a lot more cars on the road nowadays in Thailand. I was telling a restaurant owner that back in 1985, there were few, if any cars on the road at all. It was all took-tooks, motorbikes, bikes and trucks. The only cars that were visible were usually vintage cars used as taxis. Now, traffic is congested most of the time, though the motor cycle still holds full sway as the preferred form of transportation.




                    This is a "song-tow", meaning "two axils", used to transport passengers on a set route.






              




The motor bike riders are getting younger and younger. I watched as dozens of grade schoolers soared off from school on their motor bikes, most without helmets, some talking on their mobile phones while weaving through traffic.
















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