It's alright man.
Arguing over taxi/tuk tuk/motortaxi fare was fun. After living in China for a while I was kind of prepared. It's not
nearly as fierce there but I'm vaguely practiced at fighting the good fight against ripping off the foreigners. I really needed to learn that skill because I have absolutely no natural talent for bargaining whatsoever. I figure, when I eventually get back to the states, this is one of the life skills I picked up in Asia.
I'm totally speaking pidgeon with some of these guys, "No! Me no buy noting! No. 30! No!...30 bhat. Me no buy fucking suit. Ok ok. YOu go. I no buy...."
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Incidentally....
The official working class drink of Thailand is *drum roll*....RUM!
I spent most of this entire day wishing to almighty god that I could afford A/C or that someone in my cheap little hovel who had it would check out so I could get his room. Spent most of my time crawling around nursing one of those hangovers I haven't had since I discovered Baijiu.
Not sure why it's mentioned on so many blogs as "Thai Whiskey" when it says "rum" (albeit in small print) right there on the bottle. I didn't notice it myself until a British ex-pat woman working a noodle star (for fun I think) told me she though it tasted more like rum actually. I realized that, yeah, it did taste like rum and then suddenly noticed that, WTF, it IS rum.
Sang Som, the taste of Bangkok!