Buckets of whiskey and broken glasses
Things were going far too smoothly, breezed through the airport, had a plane that wasn’t delayed and stormed into Thailand without a hitch; that soon changed.
Thailand is pretty much a city with a lot of tall buildings and billboards, which always have white people on them – for obvious reasons (yes, western supremacy, KKK etc). After arriving at the hostel, with the now affectionately known Big Jon being our rather sultry host, we managed to get over jet lag in classic style by staying up for the whole day - which was spent at major tourist places and laughing at the old men in Nana (the prostitution part).
Cultural obligations out the way, and after sampling the local food we spent quite a bit of time on Khao San road - which is the main backpacker area. A fair few wild nights involving way too much beer, but we survived. Then of course, after losing Roger I managed to wind up with this big group of thai girls at university (no, not prostitutes) who introduced me to the wonders of thai whiskey with Red Bull in a bucket - no glass, an actual bucket. The conversation went something like this;
Kat "you try thai whiskey?" in surprisingly good english
Corey "no, me no try" as I attempt to blend in my speaking suitably poor english. The things I do to preserve culture.
There was of course other conversation, but that is probably best kept inside my little head.
Somehow I survived that night and we woke up at 8.10am for the 8.00am bus - classic style. Ah, the bus, affectionately now known as that bastard bus that scammed us for visas. The 'scam bus' is common in taking people to Siem Reap by overcharging for visas at the border and making you stay at a particularly guesthouse in Siem Reap - but on the positive side, the people at the guesthouse have been really canny.
One drunken night in Cambodia led to me falling over in a bar, nearly being mugged, and numerous other activites. But somehow I made it back to the guesthouse and now have earned a reputation as the english local drunk... wonderful. All in good spirits though - two of them were our guides for the day around the Angkor Temples, which were awesome. Like, the best things I have ever seen. Also, I watched sunrise and sunset in the temples.
Oh, best not forget me managing to break my glasses (long story) and become ill with something. Tomorrow am off to the capital which will involve a visit to the doctors and opticians I think.
Photos will come tomorrow when I can upload them all!
Thailand is pretty much a city with a lot of tall buildings and billboards, which always have white people on them – for obvious reasons (yes, western supremacy, KKK etc). After arriving at the hostel, with the now affectionately known Big Jon being our rather sultry host, we managed to get over jet lag in classic style by staying up for the whole day - which was spent at major tourist places and laughing at the old men in Nana (the prostitution part).
Cultural obligations out the way, and after sampling the local food we spent quite a bit of time on Khao San road - which is the main backpacker area. A fair few wild nights involving way too much beer, but we survived. Then of course, after losing Roger I managed to wind up with this big group of thai girls at university (no, not prostitutes) who introduced me to the wonders of thai whiskey with Red Bull in a bucket - no glass, an actual bucket. The conversation went something like this;
Kat "you try thai whiskey?" in surprisingly good english
Corey "no, me no try" as I attempt to blend in my speaking suitably poor english. The things I do to preserve culture.
There was of course other conversation, but that is probably best kept inside my little head.
Somehow I survived that night and we woke up at 8.10am for the 8.00am bus - classic style. Ah, the bus, affectionately now known as that bastard bus that scammed us for visas. The 'scam bus' is common in taking people to Siem Reap by overcharging for visas at the border and making you stay at a particularly guesthouse in Siem Reap - but on the positive side, the people at the guesthouse have been really canny.
One drunken night in Cambodia led to me falling over in a bar, nearly being mugged, and numerous other activites. But somehow I made it back to the guesthouse and now have earned a reputation as the english local drunk... wonderful. All in good spirits though - two of them were our guides for the day around the Angkor Temples, which were awesome. Like, the best things I have ever seen. Also, I watched sunrise and sunset in the temples.
Oh, best not forget me managing to break my glasses (long story) and become ill with something. Tomorrow am off to the capital which will involve a visit to the doctors and opticians I think.
Photos will come tomorrow when I can upload them all!
posted by corey at 2:05 pm
3 comments
3 Comments:
thai girls? thai whisky?
all too scary! - jo, xxx
I think you are focusing far too much on visiting cultural places which are swomped by Japs with photocameras. I think focusing on girls and alcohol will be more productive use of your time Corey.
So what kind of beer do they have in Thailand, is it just the standard selection or do they have locally made stuff with intresting names?
By the way, Guy says hello and he went for a jog recently too.
all the best. some pictures would be good.
Greg Loutsenko
Audit Associate,
ICE
glad you're having a fabulous time, but i have to (i know its unusual) agree with greg and say keep on with the alcohol, you need to lose those morals which made you so famous!
ex audit associate (oh dear, all too pretentious for my liking)
Antonia
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