Armpit: 1. The cavity beneath the junction of the arm and shoulder; somewhere or something considered unpleasant or undesirable.
It is hot as shit here. I mean it is scary hot and I like hot weather. I don't know how people survive in this heat. There are actually air-conditioned buses and non-air-conditioned buses. Not that I'm going to get on a bus here but it's still interesting.
I can't take a country seriously that doesn't have soap, toilet paper, and some way to dry off your hands after you've gone to the bathroom. This is especially egregious when I'm in a restaurant. If the cook takes a crap and then can't wash his hands . . . well . . . And I'm not particularly fussy about that kind of stuff. I can pee in a hole. I can pee in an open-air restroom. I can pee with a woman cleaning the urinal next to me. But I'd like to see the kitchen staff washing their hands.
We got to Bangkok today. I don't trust myself on travel days as a general rule. I'm tired; I'm disoriented; I'm culture-shocked, so I find everything a bit not-up-to-snuff. My normal rule is to go to bed and get up after I've rested. That being said I'm going with the word "armpit" to describe my initial impression.
I booked our room three months ago. I didn't book the most expensive room but I paid the hotel far, far in advance. We open the window and look directly at a huge, lit 7-11 convenience store sign right outside, one story up from Chaos Street. Someone isn't going to sleep tonight. I complained sweetly. They moved us one room up and one room over. I can only see 2/3rds of the sign now and can't make out every word being spoken on the street although I can get the jist of most conversations.
Perhaps I should go to bed now. It will all be better tomorrow. Not that it's that bad right now.
Thursday, January 7, 2016
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