We had a relaxing time at the Atlanta Hotel where we met several engaging women: two Swedes returning from Burma where one, a journalist, carried a hidden microphone for the Swedish Public Radio piece she was working on. We spent six days there, in Bangkok, far longer than we wanted, because we had to wait for an available seat on the train north. But most of the merchants asked a fair price and were willing to bargain. Well, maybe the tuk-tuk drivers- the three-wheeled motorcycle taxis that lurk at tourist haunts to overcharge their passengers for a thrilling ride through traffic. Bangkok is more like LA than Thailand, but even there, people were out-of-their-way helpful, and certainly not trying to rip us off at every turn. We came out of the organic moldiness of Nepal and the chaotic consumerism of Kathmandu to the warm hospitality of the Thai people. "Toto, I don't think we’re in Tibet anymore." And it's definitely not China. Sweating and schvitzing, moist and perspiring.
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