Judi Online Bangkok City Street Survival
I’m not entirely certain that I’m staying in one of the more reputable hotels in Bangkok. Now that I think about it, I’m not sure how many hotels usher you in through a side entrance because they are building a highway out the front. I can think of at least one. Still, I appreciated the thoughtfulness of the staff when I arrived back from Thailand’s recent clash with Australia.
“Sawat dii,”
they all said, clasping their hands in unison. “Congratulations on the
victory!”
“Thank you!” I replied, smiling jovially and no doubt looking
slightly demented. “Mind you, I didn’t actually play myself. I just watched!”
Cue worried faces from the bemused staff.
Nevertheless their demeanour was an improvement on the behaviour
of Bangkok’s notorious cabbies. Taxi’s in Bangkok are a bit like elections.
There’s always one around the corner, and you just know they are going to be
useless.
Catching a taxi after Australia had thumped Thailand proved a
difficult proposition.
“Hello, will you take me to the Hotel de Concrete, please?” I
would ask.
“Get out,” the cabbie would reply, evidently hoping for a larger
fare, although I’m not sure where he expected to go – the planet Mars, perhaps?
My next tactic proved equally unsuccessful. Hailing a cab on busy
Ramkhamhaeng Road, I simply sat down and refused to move until the driver took
me to my salubrious destination. This had the effect of further grid-locking
the capital’s already choked streets, as my cabbie and I locked horns in a
tense stand-off for control of the meter. It took the driver behind us stepping
out to retrieve what I presume was a baseball bat for me to flee the scene.
Maybe I shouldn’t have been wearing my Australia jacket. Or maybe
I should have offered a bribe that would have bought more than a small
cheeseburger at the local food emporium. At any rate, Spot-The-Aussie was
proving a popular spectator sport as hordes of Australia fans hopped
frantically from one taxi to the next. Eventually, two young men wandered over.
“Where are you going?” they enquired.
I raised a quizzical eyebrow, somewhat concerned by the prospect
of making an unscheduled trip to the Cambodian border. Then I handed them my
crumpled directions.
“Ah, the Hotel de Concrete!” they chuckled. “No taxi driver will
take you there! You need to take the bus.”
I looked in my wallet. Not a single Thai coin to be found. I knew
I’d live to regret buying so many spicy chicken wings from the street-side
vendors before the match.
“Will they take this?” I said sheepishly, holding out a 50 Baht
note like the clueless tourist that I am.
Lin and Toto - as they told me their names were, reached deep
into their pockets and handed me several small coins. I was touched. I tried to
give them my 50 Baht note, but they would have none of it.
Leaping onto the moving bus in a style reminiscent of Indiana
Jones - at least in a scene where he doesn’t trip on the stairs and nearly fly
head first out the window, I began to ponder the lessons learned on my trip
back to the hotel.
I learned that the majority of Thai’s are friendly and
compassionate and willing to help Judi Online – even after their national
team has just lost a match that saw them knocked out of a major international
tournament.
Perhaps just as importantly – at least for anyone planning on
attending a match at Rajamangala Stadium in the near future, I learned another
crucial lesson that I am willing to share with you, valued reader, right now…
Take the bus home.
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