Started my month in Thailand just on a side-street off Samsen Road. For the price the place is passable. Just. But you get what you pay for.
Bangkok is a hustle of activity and the scents of Thai cooking fill the warm air. There’s lots to see and do here, but I’ve come to realise that not every friendly Thai face is particularly the face of a friend. Scams seem to be everywhere. Hell, we got taken today for a couple of hundred quid apiece by the Thai Authority of Tourism; coerced into buying a trip we felt uncomfortable about taking. We should’ve walked away, but didn’t – more fool us, I guess. The trip is supposed to be in a couple of days; we’ll see if the taxi that’s supposed to take us to the train station exists at 7am on Friday morning.
Woe betide that office if it doesn’t, because right now I’m not particularly liking Thailand or its people very much and will surely undertake some justice if the rip-off extends to an overpriced trip that doesn’t even exist.
Still, one plus is that whilst I was sat in the tuk-tuk, fuming with rage, I wrote a short story in its several thousand word entirety in my head. The words are burned in my synapses. Just need to get the thing on the page now.
I now realise I write quickest and best when I’m angry. In this case very angry.