Journey from Bangkok to Pattaya

Our drive to Pattaya from Bangkok was a long haul. We left at peak traffic hour on a Friday, and to avoid some of the city’s outgoing traffic, our driver took little windy side roads for the first half. Fortunately there was ample A/C and plenty of cozy cushions for us to spread out and relax. The drive was a bit monotonous, but I didn’t mind – even the most desolate areas of a foreign country have a unique interest. We passed salt farms, prawn farms, exotic flora, giant billboards, and more little homemade shrines than you could shake a Siddhartha at.

A cool billboard we saw along the way
The prawn farms had these little paddle-wheeled boats that I assume were wind-powered and were meant to aerate the water

When we finally made it Pattaya city it was dark. As we slowly made our way to our destination, we kept turning onto increasingly narrower streets – windy little fingers with no street lights and fewer little shops – and it really felt like we would dead end in the middle of nowhere, when we finally landed at our delightfully modern little residence for 5 days, the Interlux Club Royal.

Taken as I strolled back from my late night shopping expedition

After such a journey, Zephyr felt like relaxing, and he almost made it…

I felt a strong desire to sample a cold can of locally brewed effervescence. Nai had suggested I try Leo, a local favorite. Into the night I walked the thin finger of a road to a convenience store and found my chilled libation – just in time in fact – as a rather large Chinese contingent came in right after me and bought out all rest of it.

No one told them Leo was a lion, not a cross-eyed leopard… but I’m not complaining.

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    1. Those roads in the link are like 5 lane highways compared to the one-lane yak cart tracks we’re driving! Actually no, the roads here are a little narrow and it’s harrowing to watch the scooters weaving and the people crossing while traffic is whizzing by… but you learn not to watch. Re Chinese tourists: I have heard them described as rude, as the new ‘ugly american’, but so far all I’ve seen is that they’re a different culture with different sensibilities.

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