Yesterday evening Jaques and I caught a bus to Chinatown and wandered the streets filled with outdoor cafes and stalls selling birds nest soup, shark's fins (poor sharks, left to bleed to death with their fins cut off), illuminated signs in Chinese (that apparently Chinese people from China can't read) and crowds of people. We ordered a fried fish at an outdoor cafe and picked it to pieces between us, enjoying every last morsel. Jaques impressed me with his fluent Thai, though he said he can't read the newspaper. I am constantly amazed by the number of foreigners who speak Thai.
On the way home it started to rain. We caught a rikshaw which left us several streets away from Apple Guesthouse, so we had to brave the torrential rain.
My Indian visa is ready, so I'm off to the Indian embassy this afternoon to collect it, then I'm heading north tomorrow.
On the way home it started to rain. We caught a rikshaw which left us several streets away from Apple Guesthouse, so we had to brave the torrential rain.
My Indian visa is ready, so I'm off to the Indian embassy this afternoon to collect it, then I'm heading north tomorrow.
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