Thailand

Heading to Chiang-Mai

We booked a flight to Chiang-Mai for the three of us (Guy, Tiran and Pedro) when we were accosted by a stranger: "Danny". This Canadian/African native attacked us during breakfast at the Sheraton Sukomvit and demanded our company. We reluctently agreed, hoping we could ditch the unused body in a Bangkok ditch. However, this man was so overwhelming powerful in his negotiating skills (and he is also very powerful/strong man) that we happily had him join us for the rest of the trip.

The day of the flight to the north - Saturday - we decided we must quickly complete a day of Bangkok sightseeing. There were many things for us to do, sights to see, and women to accost. So we woke up early in the morning of Saturday (7:00 AM). Danny was at our door at 7:07 AM with his backpack, shaking the sleeping beauties out of bed. We made a firm promise to leave the hotel within 15-20 minutes. We were completely faithful to this promise, except we need to undergo one more AUTHENTIC Thai experience: An over-priced Thai massage at the most expensive hotel in Thailand. So we quickly jumped down to the first floor, thus experiencing a true Thai cultural bondage, and registered for an authentic Thai massage.

Pedro elected the Electrolyte Thai Treatment (certainly the Karen tribe of the north of Thailand are well aware of the advantages of Electrolytes). Guy enlisted onto the Aroma Therapy. Tiran was enrolled to the TRUE Thai Traditional massage. Danny, on the other hand, embarked on a journey to pick up his specially ordered suit. All these arrangements fell into place in our quest for a TRULY AUTHENTIC day in Bangkok. At 2:30 PM we all met for lunch at the hotel. A truly TRADITIONAL AUTHENTIC $100 Thai lunch inclusive of truly Thai Japanese Sushi, truly Thai Italian food and truly Thai and truly Thai Indian food. Truly a authentic experience, at a non Thai price.

Knowing that our comrades on Kausan road (where the backpackers - mostly Israelis - reside) were experiencing a Thai experience of their own, was very comforting. In light of our Nouveau-Riche accommodation, we experienced great sorrow at the fact that we had missed the chance to sleep on top of Bangkok's sewage system, and expose ourselves to Malaria
infested Pathai dishes.

(As Tiran types up this note, Pedro is commencing the primary stages of Thai convulsion attacks)

We made sure to visit Kausan road after our truly Thai lunch experience, to make sure we remain in touch with the backpackers. We picked up our film from development, and rented a taxi to the Airport.

By the way: We decided we need the mechanics to be able to easily pay for "community" expenses, so we set up what we termed: "The pension fund". Every person makes an equal deposit into the war-chest, and common expenses (rental, accommodations, etc) are paid from the pension fund.