I walked up to J Avenue for a late lunch today, and took my new camera (Sony DSC-W230) with me. Home via the scenic route…
Lunch – steak & swiss cheese sandwich, with cha yen. Glorious.
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These t-shirts cracked me up…
As fate would have it, parts of Bangkok were knee-deep, or even waist-deep in rainwater and floodwater from the burst canal by the time we were due to be meeting at an open-air restaurant for a curry. One very soggy taxi ride later (the footwell was literally full of water by the end of our journey), and an hour later than planned, we made it to lower Sukhumvit.
By the time we got to the restaurant, Martin had given up and gone home. So it was left to me, Sonny (who mysteriously avoided getting into any of the photos), Nid, Milo, Deuan and John to hoist glasses and toast the dawn of my 29th year. We decided the enclosed warmth of Gulliver’s (followed by the equally cosy interior of my apartment building’s lobby bar), would be more sensible than any open-air festivities, given the circumstances, and a good time was had by all.
Spent last weekend in Phnom Penh, Cambodia.
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I had a conversation with Tony, the white guy in the photo, not long after taking it.
“Those kids were begging for ฿10 – that’s not even 15p.”
“Most of them don’t even have shoes. That would be horrific in England.”
“The books and websites say we shouldn’t give them money – that it only encourages them to beg rather than find real work.”
“Look around. What kind of work is an eight-year-old kid going to find here?”
“I guess their parents should be taking better care of them.”
We gaze at one of the few adults present – a leper with a begging bowl.
“They’re still smiling at us though. Makes you think, doesn’t it?”