Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Bangkok..singapore.. bangkok...where am i again?
I thought I'd sit side saddle on the little suzuki bike this morning. All the normal working stiffs in Bangkok do. And they do it while simultaneously holding onto a week's worth of groceries and a small child. Why should I be any different. And, besides, I had a skirt on.
I have been in Bangkok for about two months, having "moved" from Singapore. The little island state - some scoff and call it Disney land with the death penalty.. well I quite like it .. even if it is Asia for beginners.
Bangkok is a different bowl of biscuits. One minute I hate it . the next i kind of tolerate it.
Every couple of weeks, I fly back to singapore to work for a magazine there and I heave a big sigh of relief as I slide into the taxi and the driver usually grins and asks (in english): so where to lah?
And it takes about 20 minutes to get to my (ok rather seedy)hotel (in the red light district of geylang - but its cheap and uncle jimmy at the reception is my mate now so I get the nicest rooms.
I rented a house in Bangkok which I really like. it is right in the middle of a completely Thai neighbourhood so you spend most of your time interacting with neighbours with hand gestures and very limited thai ( I know about 10 words)
My four year old son doesn't seem to have a problem with the language though - his friends, Bang and Nut, come over and ride bikes and play games - and the trio seem to have a whale of a time yakking away- in their respective languages
I have been in Bangkok for about two months, having "moved" from Singapore. The little island state - some scoff and call it Disney land with the death penalty.. well I quite like it .. even if it is Asia for beginners.
Bangkok is a different bowl of biscuits. One minute I hate it . the next i kind of tolerate it.
Every couple of weeks, I fly back to singapore to work for a magazine there and I heave a big sigh of relief as I slide into the taxi and the driver usually grins and asks (in english): so where to lah?
And it takes about 20 minutes to get to my (ok rather seedy)hotel (in the red light district of geylang - but its cheap and uncle jimmy at the reception is my mate now so I get the nicest rooms.
I rented a house in Bangkok which I really like. it is right in the middle of a completely Thai neighbourhood so you spend most of your time interacting with neighbours with hand gestures and very limited thai ( I know about 10 words)
My four year old son doesn't seem to have a problem with the language though - his friends, Bang and Nut, come over and ride bikes and play games - and the trio seem to have a whale of a time yakking away- in their respective languages
