Oh my lord. Bangkok is a crazy crazy city. And Kaosarn is a crazy crazy little road.
This is pretty obviously where the backpacking kids stay when they're going through Thailand. Rooms are cheap, they have wi-fi, there's a night market, a McDonalds and a lot of bars. Street vendors shilling buckets of beer. Trinkets. Clothes. Crazy taxi drivers. Seriously, if any of you ever come to Thailand, I implore you: If you value your sanity, do not rent a car.
Last night while I was writing an email on the patio of the hotel, some guy in a purple dress came walking by with light sticks on strings. Today I got dragged into an alley by a yogi who wanted to read my palm. The beer is cheap and the people are many. Last night while I was walking, I got called Teacha a couple times, a few people wanted to ask about Obama, and three or four said "Coffee Americano!" Oh, and clothes here are often labeled "F." I can only assume this means fat, as a couple of people called me a fat american. You get over it.
Let me see, I think that's most of the rundown. Oh, and same same. Everyone here says it all the time. It could mean "these things are exactly the same." Or it could mean "these things are similar." Or it could mean "I have no clue, but I think this is what you're looking for." Oh Thailand, you so crazy.
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