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Bkk: 1st day, 1st impressions.
Mar. 4th, 2007 05:17 amFinally, finally, finally...
So much for fighting the Russian red tape (fucking sticky tape, if you ask me). I'm on the road. Road, you said? Sorry, it looks more like a huge tourist ghetto inside an even more gigantic megalopolis. Bangkok, they call it.
Nothing new - believe it or not, but i've seen it all, i mean - all that's worth seeing. Add high season, (lots of farangs, abnormal prices for accommodation - that is, if you find any), add the usual accelerating globalization...
I did actually manage to take one exhibition-quality shot (first time i touch my beloved camera after two years of sedentary life - the best way to discourage me from photography), but the only gem of this first travel day was drinking lao khao (rice moonshine) with a dutch girl named Desire (one hell of a name, isn't it?) - it let me know i still keep the old (and, what's more important, the new) skills, despite two years of relative stagnation.
Still, this is all games. Tomorrow i'm taking a bus (or train, there's little difference) to Hat Yai, then i'll cross the border into Malaysia, then take a sea ferry - and here the real trip starts. Follow my diary - i'll do my best to keep you updated.
So much for fighting the Russian red tape (fucking sticky tape, if you ask me). I'm on the road. Road, you said? Sorry, it looks more like a huge tourist ghetto inside an even more gigantic megalopolis. Bangkok, they call it.
Nothing new - believe it or not, but i've seen it all, i mean - all that's worth seeing. Add high season, (lots of farangs, abnormal prices for accommodation - that is, if you find any), add the usual accelerating globalization...
I did actually manage to take one exhibition-quality shot (first time i touch my beloved camera after two years of sedentary life - the best way to discourage me from photography), but the only gem of this first travel day was drinking lao khao (rice moonshine) with a dutch girl named Desire (one hell of a name, isn't it?) - it let me know i still keep the old (and, what's more important, the new) skills, despite two years of relative stagnation.
Still, this is all games. Tomorrow i'm taking a bus (or train, there's little difference) to Hat Yai, then i'll cross the border into Malaysia, then take a sea ferry - and here the real trip starts. Follow my diary - i'll do my best to keep you updated.
