Part of the reason I stayed so long in Bangkok (besides the wonderful people) was I was terrified to cross the infamous Thailand-Cambodia border at Poipet.I was right to be scared.
“This is NOT the border,” said Thomas. “We asked the tuk-tuk to take us to the Cambodian border and this is NOT the border.”
The man in the suit grew exasperated. “This IS the border, sir. Here– here is [...Read More!]
I had been warned of the lies, but experiencing them in person really slaps you.
“Where you try to go?” asked the Thai man on the street, seeing me and Adie discreetly pull out our Bangkok map. “Snake farm,” said Adie, studying the tiny blue lines on the paper.
“Oh NO!” shrieked the man, “No good! No good! Bad! No snake farm!” You go somewhere else!”
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“How old do you think zat man is?” Hans hissed at me, pointing to his equally white-haired, equally German chum. “Um, fifty?” I guessed politely. Hans threw his head back and cackled. “NO!” he hollered, “Fritz is seventy-five! And he is living viss a twenty-eight year old Thai girl!”
What else could I do, being the only young, female, American guest here at this party, but smile and [...Read More!]
Hey, remember when you got locked inside Shinjuku Park in Tokyo cause you didn’t realize the barred doors sealed at 4:30pm? That was fun.
Remember how you were innocently doing headstands in the lush, plush expanses of grass, then writing, full of peace, while the mosquitoes lovingly sucked your blood?Remember those GIGUNDO crows, and the deafening opera of cicadas for all four hours you were there?
Remember the first time you used [...Read More!]