i is back, i thinks

I guess somewhere along the way, I've lost the mood to write. Either that, or I've been too busy. Honestly speaking, I'm leaning towards the former.

I don't know why, though. Guess I've just had less and less to rant about. Or maybe I've grown tired of mouthing (texting?) off. Not that I'm remotely concerned, mind you.

Okay, so what's new? Nothing of great interest, I can tell you. Oh yeah, football's back, so that's always good. Of course, the Toffees had to screw things up by getting thrashed. Looks like it's going to be a dreadful season, if they continue this way. Bloody embarrassing, to say the least.

Money is tight, again. Fuckssakes! And just when I thought things would turn a corner. Keep the faith, I tell myself. But it is fucking tiring, I kid you not. Two steps forward, five steps back. Like a mambo gone awry. Just hate scrapping through (by); at the end of the day, an empty wallet and emptier bank account. Eesh.

Okie, at least there's Bali and Saigon to look forward too, and a sponsored trip to Langkawi thrown in for good measure. Just hope to have enough resources to enjoy the getaways, and not have to scrounge around again. Hate having to save the pennies when travelling; just kills off the fun.

Sometimes, I think money does make the world go round. And round. And round.

three nights in Bangkok and I'm none the wiser

So I'm back from Bangkok.

No use in whining and moaning; all roads lead back home, whether I like it or not. Just have to get on with things and look forward to the next getaway.

I find the word 'getaway' more spot-on than 'holiday' or 'vacation'. A momentary distraction to get away from the mess that I've created. Would it make sense if I said I was running away from myself? The only thinking I had to do was decide where to go, what to eat etc. And it was liberating for an all-too brief span of time. Nothing on this convoluted mind to paint a dark picture. Shopping was great, food was delectable (as usual) while the partying (albeit slightly muted) was pleasantly distracting. Though I must say, with all honesty, I mildly regret not doing one or two things in particular. Next time, definitely.

I know, I usually post the ins-and-outs of my trip. But things change. So this time, around I'm not reviewing the hotel, and the food and all the good things about Bangkok (which far outweigh KL). I wasn't keen on coming back, at least, not that soon. Enough of that, anyways.

They keep coming back. Think it's a name of a low-budget horror flick or something. Yeah, but they do. Just when I think I'm safely beyond their grasp, they just reach out and grab me, refusing to let go. I struggle and twist and turn, and I succeed, for a while. Before the whole dance starts again. I'm sure of the outcome, which will be inevitable failure; self-fulfilling prophecy and all.

I mean, I shouldn't kid myself eh?

the bug bites again

There's something very strange going on at home. Sometime deep into the night, the power trips and there's no electricity. It's been happening since Sunday night, as far as I know, and only occurs at extremely late hours. I'm not sure about the first two nights, but last night the lights went out at around 4.45AM. And it kept going off despite the power switch being turned on each time. I think it only stabilised at around 6ish. Really weird, I tell you.

A case of a poltergeist perhaps? A long-departed spirit of some TNB staff maybe? Whatever the cause, it's bloody irritating; I've been beleaguered with restless sleep for days now, what with the weather being all hot and humid. Don't be fooled by the occasional downpour, we're moving slowly but surely into the dreaded hot season.

I have this sudden craving to visit Laos, for yet another strange reason unknown. I've no idea why, just thought I'd check out Vientiane, and maybe Cambodia if I've the time, and more importantly, the money. All I have to do is wait for Airasia (yes, them again) to drop its fares and it's off to Indochina I go. However, I'll need to do some background research first (enter Wikitravel) cause climate is a big factor; the difference between a wonderful holiday and a miserable one. With the latest developments in my financial state of affairs, though, I don't foresee going anytime within the next three months (CNY would have been a perfect time to go, if circumstances were kinder).

Ah well, good things come to those who wait. I've already identified the hotel I want to stay at; the same one Hunter S. Thompson stayed at after the fall of Saigon. I'm a real sucker for colonial-style hotels; be it French, English or Dutch. Hence one of the things on my to-do list is spend several nights in the E&O in Penang.

Back to my travel plans (which I hope are not mere castles in the sky), I wonder how much it'll cost to do a tour of Vientiane, Luang Prabang, Siem Reap and Phnom Penh. Of course, being used to relative comforts will help expand the expenditure by quite a bit, but then again, why on Earth would I want to lay on some straw mattress in some dingy-looking insect-infested motel eh? I'm a child of the modern age; I need my spring mattress, duvet, hot water, cable TV and room service. I would also like to include Hanoi in my travel itinerary, but principles prevent me from doing so. There are some things I can let slide, and there are some things I will not turn a blind eye to; Vietnam comes under the latter.

So if anyone out there has any useful info on Laos (and I really mean useful), your two cents would be most appreciated. And please don't start by telling me it's safer to drink bottled water; that applies to almost every country in Asia. And yes, I will take charcoal tablets (activated carbon to the pedant).

Port o' Call: Phuket

After five days of bliss and decadence, I'm back in KL. And at work. Sigh. I think the worst part of any holiday is checking-out of the hotel, and heading home. If only there was some way to enjoy a year-long holiday. An annual year-long holiday would be even better. Oh, snap out of it, dude.

Phuket was fun, and absorbing. Plenty of food, shopping (for some) and walking. Not much drinking, but it didn't matter. And I finally managed to finish one arcade shooter-game. I'm pleased to say the Virtua Cops managed to hammer Joe Fang into submission, thanks to pinpoint accuracy and plenty of ten baths.

The accommodation was better than average. I must say, C&N has really upgraded itself since my last visit there in 2006. The rooms were always comfortable; this time the hotel has a pleasant lobby to its name. And the staff seemed to be more professional this time around.

Smile café lived up to its name; it brought a smile to our faces every breakfast session. Considering our first meal of the day often occurred in between late breakfast and early lunch periods, the food ingested was usually a combination of western breakfast (eggs, ham, bacon and toast) and Thai lunch (rice, garlic and pepper chicken, rice). The fact that Smile café is smoker-friendly further enhanced the eating pleasure. Of course, we paid a couple of visits to Restaurant 6, but we were suitably disappointed with their new No-Smoking rule. As always, the Seafood Square was a must-visit, and the dinner we had there was delicious, which made up for the slightly expensive bill. And the crepes, my word, the crepes. The lap and som tam were no slouches either, but the star of the table was definitely the garlic and pepper chicken. Yummeee!

Personally, shopping wasn't much of a priority, though the rest of the companions returned satisfied with the various purchases, which ranged from a pair of Slurpee-green shoes to Liverpool's latest UCL jersey.

Two things really stood out in Phuket this visit. KSA 2 and the Phuket Tourism Channel. Bloody hilarious, they were. Though not intentionally. KSA 2 had some Arab Thelma busy giving advice on completely inane issues posed by callers. He (the Arab Thelma) regaled with his beat-around-the-bush answers, and reaction to uncomfortable questions. Watch it to believe it, and laugh the night away. The PTC gave a close fight, with its inept presenters. The white dude obviously had memory problems, as he kept glancing at the teleprompter, which was placed below the video camera. The local girl was pronunciationally-challenged, mouthing off www as dubelniu-dubelniu-dubelniu. Once again, watch it to believe it.

So that's Phuket. The go-go bars are still alive and kicking (yeah), the katoeys are still pumping, and the sea is still swirling. I've been there four times within the last two years, and I must say I still enjoy the island. There's almost nothing better than just lazing around in a T-shirt, shorts and sandals, watching weird-ass people walk-by as I smoke and drink a cheap Chang.

I wouldn't be surprised if someone suggests Phuket again later this year.

Till then, view the Phuket trip at http://picasaweb.google.com/pravind76

Port o'Call: Chiang Mai

I like Chiang Mai.

No, it's not as hectic and vibrant as Bangkok.

Nor is it full of life and sleaze like its southern cousin, Phuket.

No, Chiang Mai offers an entirely different package from the more popular destinations in Thailand.

It's slow-paced (to the point of near-annoyance), saddled with hundreds of years of northern Thai (Siamese) culture. The Lanna-styled buildings are quite attractive in their own right, with the teak structures and vast compounds.

The remains of the ancient city form the sightseeing 'boundary', enclosing the older part of Chiang Mai from the newer parts of the city. The old city walls and moat form a square parameter around what is probably the best site to shop at. Though one shouldn't envision the gates being similar in grandeur to, say, the Arc de Triomphe or the Brandenburg Gate.

The weather was a bit dodgy, raining on the first day of our visit and on the last day too. In between, it was hot, but not like the humid, sweat-inducing heat in KL. Walking around was pleasant, and the relatively clean air made for better enjoyment of a cigarette or two.

Shopping was good, with prices noticeably lower than Bangkok (often used yardstick for shoppers in Thailand, apparently). And there were plenty of unique wares on sale in the Sunday Night Market at Rajduemern Road near Thapae Gate. Walking along the Road, we managed to hop-in into several temples, and sample the local snacks on sale. One eye-catching scene was a Muslim family (tudungs and all) selling what looked like pisang goreng beside a stall selling pork sausages which was manned by a Thai. In a Buddhist temple. Not only that, the family was also happily throwing titbits to a mongrel that was more than happy to serve as a food QC expert. For all the unrest in Southern Thailand, this is one scenario we would never, ever come across in the so-called multiracial Malaysia.

Later in the evening, we discovered there were even more roads with stalls, mostly set-up by Chiang Mai University students offering creative pieces of work. Think struggling art/film/design students.

The Night Bazaar just around the corner where we stayed wasn't too bad either, with stalls selling more conventional goods - T-shirts, scarves, fake goods, dresses, etc. We spent quite a bit of time perusing the stalls, and managed to get some stuff at cheap-ass prices. What was even better was the existence of more commercialised outlets like Burger King, Starbucks and McD's outlining the bazaar. The actual Night Bazaar Complex itself was highly disappointing, with mainly touristy souvenirs being sold at ridiculously high prices. The Saturday Market at Wualai Road was equally as disappointing, more akin to the weekend pasar malam at Malacca Old Town. Amazing that there wasn't a single dustbin along the road.

I didn't do much sightseeing, surprisingly enough. Was keen on the excursions to the elephant farm and Burmese border, but they were expensive (former) and time consuming (latter). Next time, definitely. Did visit the oldest temple in Chiang Mai, though. And saw a Buddha statue purportedly made out of crystal dating more than 2500 years old.

All things considered, I quite enjoyed the trip. Some things needed getting used to, like not smoking in most of the bars and pubs (sigh). And paying a bomb for Burger King. And scores of hilltribeswomen walking around making frog sounds. I reckon four or five days in Chiang Mai is just nice, sufficient for sight-seeing and shopping yet below the boredom cut-off point.

Like I said, I like Chiang Mai.

A picture paints a thousand words at http://picasaweb.google.com/pravind76