Thailand – What to do?

I got to Thailand on the 16th and saw Sup waiting at the airport. It was such a rush of excitement to see a friend. I have been without any of my close friends for too many days. So much had happened in my life leading up to the few days before I left that I was just bursting to share with Sup. We take a cab ride back to her place. She is staying in a serviced apartment in Silom. As soon as we get in, she pulls out a pack of smokes and a bottle of red wine and we sit down to chat. Hours pass by and we realize that we should go out for dinner before it’s too late. So we head out into heart of Silom. It is known for its red light district and bars and neon lights with “shows”. We walk and dodge through stalls of goods to buy – dresses, t-shirts, shoes, watches, lamps….you name it and its being sold at the footpath. And of course, the men pushing their bar “menus” in our faces to entice us to catch a “show”. We get to an outdoor bar called Beer Garden and as soon as we sit down, the DJ starts playing Bhangra music….Sup is ecstatic, she has been staying here almost 2 months and hadn’t heard desi music outside her apartment! So we enjoy the bhangra, order some stir fried something or other, another bottle of wine and we eat, drink and converse till we finish it all off. Most amusing – two Chinese travelers tried to pick us up at the bar. That was fun – we had never had an East Asian man try and pick us up!

Next morning we headed for a weekend at the beach to Pattaya. Its about 2 hours from Bangkok. We stayed at Jomtein beach. Since we were staying for one night and it was only 3 of us (Sup’s co-worker joined us), we stayed at a hostel type place. Now, I know what u are thinking but this place was not an European hostel. It was clean, with a pool and they had rooms with own bathrooms. Sup and I took a room with a private bath and two beds…it was very big, with a TV, hot water and a balcony that at one time looked out to the beach (building went up in front). Alma got a room with a shared bathroom but the room was a very decent size! Cost wise it was only like $12 each for the rooms.

We immediately headed to the beach and lay in the sun till the sun went down. I am so dark!! The water was really too dirty to go for a swim in but the beach was just fine to lay in. Food was no issue, we had service on the beach…it was a locals beach rather than a tourist so it was great to have some local food. We finally headed out and hunted a place to have dinner. We ended up at a nice big outdoor restaurant with live entertainment of traditional thai music and dance. I ordered a beef salad and sup ordered chicken green curry. When in Thailand, order cautiously! The salad was so spicy – the food is doused with the hottest red chili – that my mouth went numb with fire! A very unsatisfying meal! We headed back to Jomtein and stopped at a French Euro restaurant for some crepes and ice cream…that eased our very unsatisfied palates. Next day we woke up late and had some American burgers and headed to beach…we beach bummed till it got dark and grabbed a taxi to bring us back to Silom – it was a very quiet (restful) 2 hour car ride!

I didn’t do much in Thailand. I went to see some temples, saw the significant Buddhas in Bangkok and mostly indulged in thai massages at every chance. Bangkok is THE place to shop. There are tailors on the footpath sewing these fabulous dresses and putting them on the racks and passersby just grabbing them up at 200-300 Bakhts ($1 = 32 Bkts) each. But women there are like size 0 to -2! So, I didn’t end up buying anything. Just a lot of walking around and soaking in the culture. I couldn’t make much head or tails of the language with the exception of “Hello” and “Thank you”.

Sup and I did have a fun evening worth mentioning. It was a Tuesday night. We headed out to Sukhumvit to eat dinner at a very touristy thai restaurant called “Cabbages and Condoms”. It was an indoor/outdoor family restaurant wonderful ambience and décor…very natural. What was charming and amusing was that…every so often you notice the lamps and lights and see that its entirely covered with condoms. We were seated at an outdoor table and our table top was all condoms. White condoms and red condoms forming a big heart! (yes, we have pics =) the food was very very mediocre thai but u go for the novelty of the place. Men are even handed condoms with their bills. After dinner we headed out to a club. It was club BED. Just like in NYC. Except this one was like a huge spaceship from the outside and inside was 3 levels. We seated ourselves on a cozy bed on the top floor. It was hip hop night so we chilled and enjoyed the music, crowd and eventually got up to bust a move. The place closed down about 2am. The drinks were great, ambience was fun. But be warned…it a lot of European men in the place and full of Thai women. These women don’t always join you for free…

I stayed there for a total of 12 days and it was the most relaxing and enjoyable stay. I have feeling I will be back in Thailand.

Thailand

In Thailand now with my darling friend- Supriya or Shon (shonc.blogspot.com)....Its been a fun first night here. A lot of wine and good conversation and general catching up on life. I am enjoying Bangkok so far! Walked through the red light district....very interesting...not much else to say! Will get a foot massage next wee and see if its all that it is cracked up to be! Heading to the beach for the weekend!!!!

Dhaka

(i am not a historian---facts may be wrong--feel free to correct me!)

Its interesting being in Dhaka right now. I feel like I am in the middle of history in the making. The country is going through major changes. Bangladesh has been noted as the world’s most corrupt country. Recently an Anti Corruption Commission (or Coalition—have to check) or the ACC has been put into place. Elections were stopped to challenge the extreme the corruption taking place among politicians. An interim government is in place. All this taking place to meet the demands set forth in order to receive ongoing aid. What does it mean for general public? Well, as always, there are two sides. The good—persons making honest living from black money – they are being put out of business. That means all illegal operations are being annihilated. Illegal VoIP switches were all turned off (internet calling lines created to bypass the gov’t switchboard thus evading taxations) – the bad, its become difficult to make and receive international calls, hawkers on footpaths removed because of no licenses—which means pedestrians can actually walk on the sidewalk instead of dodging cars and being groped on crowded streets. Stores or structures literally being broken if they cannot produce a legal license, drivers being taken to jail if they can’t produce proper documentations –that’s lessened a bit of the congested traffic, even going house to house and breaking TVs if licenses for each TV and cable/dish line is not produced (when u buy a TV through legal means, you receive a license and have to renew it every year—taxes on everything!), and it goes on. Gallons of sweets were strewn on the streets when stores were found guilty of having less than sanitary conditions to make sweets or selling sweets that had spoiled. It goes on and on...in every sector of commercialism…produce to artificial food coloring to cement to asbestos…on and on. It’s a good direction but in the process and the rashness, some people who aren’t guilty are also being thrown in jail. Well, if not guilty they well be proved so in court…but a fair and just legal system is also to be desired in this young country. The ACC have plans to separate the bureaucratic branches but that’s a heavy task.

Bangladesh is a very young country. It is comparable to—say a young man of 15 that sees the world around him, sees wealth, fame and power and wants to have it now—rather than after he is has gone through education, worked hard and earned the wealth and power. That young man wants to bypass and just go straight for the goal. Bangladesh seems like that to me. It worked so hard to gain its independence—the only country in this world that fought a war to have the right to speak its own language—that it’s a shame that it has become known as the world’s most corrupt nation. It has the potential to have a very successful economy and wealth that can be evenly distributed. I just hope that the events occurring now can be driven in a positive direction. That eventually the country will be governed by politicians who are learned and virtuous rather than out for money and power.

A lil anecdote that an uncle passed on the other day:

A villager has come for the first time to the city, Dhaka. He gets on a rickshaw and asks the rickshawallah to take him to the Dhaka Bishobidaloy. The rickshawallah agrees and starts riding and goes all over Dhaka but can’t find the Dhaka Bishobidaloy. The villager is getting irritated and asks if he even knows where he is going. The rickshawallah finally admits that he doesn’t know where the Dhaka Bishobidaloy is. The villager than exclaims, “You don’t know where Dhaka University is!?” The rickshawallah laughs and cries out, “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted Dhaka University is? Its right here!”
(Bishobidaloy is Bangla for University)

My point? Its February. On 21st February every year since independence in 1971, we Bangladeshis, acknowledge the martyrs that sacrificed their lives for the right to speak and write our beautiful language, Bangla.* As a nation, we have become so carried away trying to imitate the West and become so terribly commercial that we have at times forgotten that we as a people had our own ideologies and philosophies to live by. That this land has been always inhabited by peaceful, open-minded, liberal and generous peoples and the land has equally been generous.** The country has produced Nobel Prize winners in Peace and Literature.*** So, I hope the course of events and actions taking place in our country leads us to a fair, just and peaceful way of existence.
*When the British left India, it divided the land. When it was divided, India was flanked by Pakistan on two sides. East Pakistan and West Pakistan. This was done to group together the primarily Islamic states. However, in East Pakistan area, the main language spoken was Urdu which followed the Arabic script. West Pakistan had its own written and spoken language for thousands of years, Bangla. The Pakistan government wanted all Pakistanis to speak Urdu but West Pakistan protested. Thus started the Language Movement. In world history, it is considered a Genocide. The Pakistanis came in and murdered thousands. Starting from the intellectuals of the country and the students. Ditches were filled with bodies piled high. It continued for many long months. To learn more, google “Bangladesh independence”.

**Our national song is Amar Sonar Bangla—our Golden Bangla—which is reference to the fields of abundant golden wheat. A land of plenty.

***Peace Prize: Prof. Yunnus, 2006 & Literature: Rabindronath Tagore -- google it!

Kolkata

After a fun trip through the heart of India I landed at the Howrah Station in Kolkata.

Forgot to mention...i got see very little scenary of the heart of India since the window panes were thick as anything to control the AC! But its basiaclly all the same...a lot of green palm and coconut trees, huts, naked kids and men and women going about daily work- like farming, etc...

The train pulls into the station about 3 hours late. As soon as the train stops, coolies jump on to collect bags. In my compartment, they let me go first. The coolie pulls out my suitcase and carries my art piece out and I follow. Its a hot day and the bright sun hurts my eyes when I step out onto the platform. The guys in my compartment had suggested I set the price for carrying my stuff before heading out of the station. I figure I have the advantage of knowing the language and will be able to bargain well. The guy doesn't speak bengali! They all speak a different dialect!! Ok, but i get the numbers--they pretty much sound the same in any language in Northern India. The guy says Rs.150, I scoff and look at him like he has gone mad and start looking around for a another coolie. I sugest Rs. 60, he goes on and on and I let him. He says Rs. 100. I say no, there are plenty of coolies around, let go of my things and i will find another--I am speaking in broken hindi and bengali. If he will do Rs. 70 then we have a deal. We agree on Rs. 80. Still high in my opinion but I started to feel bad. Its a heavy suitcase and stairs are involved! The coolie hoists the suitcase on his head and another coolie helps him get the painting on top. I decide to carry my own bagpack and off we went. Its a trip. The platform is full of passengers and coolies carrying bags and hawkers and armed security men. I think there were army supplies on the train. We quite literally weaved through the human traffic, ducking in some places to avoid having heads lopped off by a trunk or other cargo! We walked a good 5 mins then we came to the stairs. The coolie didn't skip a beat and climbed the staris up wihout a problem. I had instructed him to take me straight to the pre-paid taxi stand. Every big station has a pre-paid taxi stand. We came onto a collosoal terminal. Its about Grand Central station size. People were sleeping on top of bags or on the floor (pesuamaly waiting for trains) and others eating their breakfast. Chai wallas going around. Its was chaos. I followed my coolie to the gates that led outside. I had never been to Kolkata and was looking forward to seeing a lil bit of it on the 40 min transit to the airport. As I am about walk out the gate, a lackadisical gate keeper asks for ticket. I ignore and keep walking, which forces him to get up and come after me. He wanted my train ticket stub. I hand it over. Then he stops me and asks whats in package. I look at him like he is stupid or drunk.

"suitcase-y?" (in the suitcase?)
"Na, oop poery ki?" (what's on top?) i look at him, then the coolie, then the frame. Is this man for real?
"chobi." (photo) damn, these people are nosy! If its something that will get me in trouble, will I volunteer that information?? He lets me go after i give him a dirty look.

I have to mention that I was wearing J Crew Khaki pants, black long sleeved fitted t-shirt with wedge heels. I looked ferengi (foreginer-european) except that I was brown. As we left the gates, we were immeditaely surrounded by taxi drivers wanting to take me to my desired destination. From every side, and they spoke in broken english since I walked through them like I didn't see or hear them--and probably they way i was dressed. Some of them tried to force my ccoolie to go to their taxi but my coolie was good and he responded with, "I will go where Madam instructed me to go. Get out of my way". (The Madam part stung---usually I should be called Didi (sister) but being addressed as Madam aged me!)

The coolie takes me to the pre-paid taxi stand...I can't even see the counter cause there is such a huge crowd! But, coolie again, calls ahead, "let Madam through" (he is speaking in Hindi, btw) and the crowd parts like the Red Sea. I go to the counter and ask for a taxi to the airport. They charge an exorbinant fee, i pay it, and they hand me a slip ( I am the only female in this crowd. All other females are standing somewhere in the back as some male member or etc. gets the slip). Immidiately, I get hounded about what's my taxi # and if they can help (very aware of the groping that takes place and cheap feels they want to get). The coolie again comes out and asks me for the taxi #. I stare at the slip. Its in english and hindi but I have no clue where the Taxi # is located. I push it in front of the coolie..but he can't read. So, one of the hounders takes a hold and announces the taxi #. The coolie starts calling it out and walks into the parking lot. I finally look at the parking lot. I wish i was a photographer. Its was a sea of yellow ambassors! I didn't even realize Ambassodors still existed. I felt like it was a scene out of the 1920s! The driver for my Taxi # yells out to the coolie and we follow him into the middle of the hive. I am cautious cause my driver looks a little bit of the angry, hot headed sort. He was shouting to a another driver half the way. So, we get to the car and the coolie unloads. I end up giving him Rs.100 cause that was a lot of work and Rs. 100 is nothing to me but a lot to him. I climb into the back seat. Damn friggin cool! I can't describe, you just have to see the indside of a dilipadted old amabassdor!

The driver starts to pull out of the lot and the car next to him does as well. it barely scratches our taxi. Thats it! The driver is off his rockers! He starts yelling and screaming, jumps out of the car and starts puling the other driver out of the car by his collar. The driver is screaming and fighting back. Other taxi drivers stop and try to stop the fight. I look away and sigh. Nothing I can do. i debate whether to leave, but what about my baggage? He will probably break my painting if I go to the counter and ask for another driver. As i am looking out, 3 women walk by looking pretty scared and nervous. They could have been my aunts. I am not scared, just really irritated. Finally, the driver gets in. I don't say anything, just stare out the window as he pulls out of the humongous Howrah station. It pulls out onto road and i look back...its basically 1.5 times the size of 30th Street station in Philly and there is 2 of them. The old station and the new station.

The taxi drives through a market place. Its full of hawkers selling breakfast foods. I am so very tempted to stop the driver so I can pick up the yummy looking street foods, then i debate, i really don't want to chance getting sick. I look the other way. The foot path is crowded with hand bags and luggage. I suppose appropriate, being across the street from the station.

We go through a tiny underpass and i am greeted with delightful sight of men squatting along the open drains having their morning piss n'shit fest. Very little is left to the imagination! I ask the driver how long it will take and he informs me it'll take 45mins if no traffic. Of course, he asks, where I am going. Upon emabrking on a journey to South Asia, leave the idea of privacy at your western doorstep! After little chit chat, I sit back to take in the sights. Greeted with large bus stops and larger billboards adverting modile phone deals and milk. I look on pensively as a small mother with her tiny child and a tall lanky man try to cross the very busy street. The city is not much different from my native Dhaka. Dusty, busy, hawkers and rickshaws (the bicycle ones). A difference is--rickshaws in Kolkata have a square top but ones in Dhaka are rounded. Odd.

It looked like we beat the morning rush hour traffic. It wasn't much of waiting around in stand still traffic. I watched as men (presumably street kids or homeless) bathe at bathing station around the temples. Again, no privacy. I watch as a young man in his chudis (underwear) stands next to my taxi and soaps himself all over before jumping in with the other men under the running faucet. Temples were holding morning pujas so, ringing bells were heard throughout. Laughter of school children walking in groups were mixed in with hawkers calling out their fares...mostly vegetables. I looked up and wires ran criss cross all over, some hanging dangerously above the passerbys on the streets. People were just going about their daily routine business. It just looked like a very crowded busy city. We started driving through a nicer part of town...cause I noticed an HSBC bank---that wouldn't be located in a ghetto! The city started to look less crowded and brighter--the newness of buildings recently built, fresh coats of paint and the thinning crowd of hawkers on the footpaths. Before Iknew it, we had pulled into the airport.