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Thailand 2019

Another One Bikes the Dust


A couple of seconds of lapse, or stupidity, and everything comes undone.

One second yer cruising along, overloaded like the Beverley Hillbillies, on your way to a new abode. The next,  bits of your ensemble and pride are spread out all over the road. Half a dozen Thais are leaning over you, eager to help, and something hurts.

“..overloaded like the Beverley Hillbillies”

It’s yer foot, dumbass. It’s stuck under the bike, and it hurts.

It got there when you lost concentration, and forgot the heavy ( 25kg ? ) suitcase loaded on the back of the bike. You were cruising along at maybe 35 – 40 km, forgetting an upcoming corner. When it came, you leaned into it to get around, which is when the bike went down.You persuade the smal crowd of beseechers to help me re-load the suitcase onto the bike, and complete the move. You send the school dramatic post-accident photos, as proof of legitimate skiving from work. You look like an escapee from a hospital ward, and you are in no condition to be in front of teenagers.

The pic I sent to my boss

The H.O.D English at the school persuades you to go to hospital. That eventually tells you you have fractured four metatarsals ( toe-bones ) in your foot. The thing looks like a swollen aubergine.

My Xiang Guan shoes I paid $25 for @ AliExpress a while ago. Ripped during the accident. Glad I was wearing them.

But the visit is costly. Not too bad financially ( 1600 b ). But they keep stretching the time before agreeing to discharge me, taking an ultra-conservative approach. First, they scare you into staying overnight. Then the spectre of surgery is raised. Then they demand I show them I can use crutches. Then I need to tell them who is picking me up ( they want to ensure payment ). All of which add up to a lot of stress – sleep is hard to come by, it’s stifling hot, they won’t always give you fresh water top-ups, the food is really bad, and you’re a curiosity to the other patients.

It’s not fun, and I almost blew a gasket once or twice at this …. [ splutter ] … incarceration.

Home now, and I think I’m expected at work tomorrow. But right now, I can’t see how they can realistically expect to put me in front of a bunch of teenagers. And be taken seriously.

Which may mean – if I have no income –  my adventure is nearing its end.

Watch this space.

 

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Lodgings Thailand 2019

Nine Apartments

Here’s my new home. I arrived yesterday, after a major drama.

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Lodgings Thailand 2019

On the move … again

An unpleasant surprise this morning means I’m now on the lookout for new digs again.

Apartments here are x per month, plus y for ‘energy’, and z for water. I knew what I paid for x, of course ( 5500 baht / month ), but a meter reading this morning showed that y  was closer to 2y.

It didn’t help that hotel staff flubbed the initial meter reading. I had to go through a huge routine five days into my stay to have it checked. When it turned out that I’d used as much power as a small Las Vegas casino, questions were asked. The answer was that they re-read it, and started ‘ground zero’ from there.

So I went on my merry way, running the air-conditioner and the fridge, and thinking nothing of it. Until this morning I realised my days were numbered ( my month is up June 19 ), and wrangled to have the meter read again. The news wasn’t good.

Queries to two other English teachers who’ve lived some time in Thailand confirmed that the bill was on the excessive size, in the region of 2200 baht / month.

The new ‘hood – maybe

So I’m on the lookout again.  I think I might look around the area of the Star Night Bazaar. Dozens of small shops, an open food market every night, and a dedicated vege market. Not to mention coffee shops, and a couple of larger supermarkets in the vicinity.

Maybe 3 – 5 minutes extra travelling time to work.

My first foray into apartment hunting threw up a depressingly small and seedy outfit ( 3000 baht / month ). But I’m sure there are liveable pads there which won’t break the bank.

I have about five days, and the timing has been on my side – today ( Thursday ), and Friday, the school has decided to decamp all of their students to the outdoors.

Foreign teachers have to check in pre-8 a.m. and out post-4.30pm, but otherwise we have two extra days ‘holiday’.

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Jobs Thailand 2019

Embedded

Just noticed this on my desk this afternoon. Does this mean I’m embedded? Or ensconced? And like the other ( native English-speaking )  teachers, it’s spelled out in full.
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Thailand 2019

I ride and I ride…

More madness on the roads today as I swapped scooters for the 4th time in a month.

Today’s swap happened early after the owner of the old model went sour on me very fast.

Oh yeah – the new machine

It unravelled after I messaged her saying my scooter contract time was almost up. And did she want to drop her prices considering what a fine customer I’d been, and that someone else was offering a rental at about half her prices.

I’ve been paying 4000 baht / month. Compared with 500 baht / DAY when I got to Rayong. And to the new offer of 2300 baht / month from an operator up the road in big bad Pattaya.

A songthaew. These run everywhere within the city, and sometimes without it as well. Typical cost 15 baht.

I took a taxi van ( 80 baht ! Rayong to Pattaya ) and songthaew ( 15 baht Rayong south to bus station ) to Pattaya this morning to pick the scooter up.

The attitude here in Rayong is ‘those are Pattaya prices’, and they won’t bother trying to compete. What I think they’ll find is that probably sooner rather than later they’ll be facing extinction as newer nimbler creatures move in with their better-adapted habits.

So during texting about returning the current bike , the owner blew a fuse somewhere.  She started complaining that she’d made a mistake renting the bike to me! I’m not kidding. A mistake. One which netted her 4500 baht,including deposit.

She called in a boyfriend, apparently, to translate, but still headway was not being made. Then I suggested she refund me the bond plus days for early return, and she’s suddenly all cream and blueberries. It’s beyond me.

I turned up with a fellow teacher at the school, a level-headed science type, and a fine chap to boot.

She was all smiles.

So am I now. I have a cheaper AND better bike, and no longer have to deal with FrankenRenter.

I rode my fellow teacher back into town to pick his bike back up, and since I was in the ‘hood, had to help myself to a second dinner at the

Outside Rayong Bus Terminal #1, and the Star Night Market…

All’s well that ends well.

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Thailand 2019

Shiny New Visa

Yes, I’m legit now. Kind of.

But at a cost – I  spent 66 hours on the road, between leaving and returning to Rayong. About 32 of those were spent sitting on a bus. About 8 of them asleep.

For now, here are some pictures. More later.

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Thailand 2019

Savannakhet

Good Morning, Savannakhet

First order of business – get a coffee.  First attempt, I stopped at a tiny little cafe maybe 100m away from the hotel. They served up a tepid syrup, like a coffee liqueur. Fail.

Then a long wander down the road, getting semi-lost, until I found a larger cafe with maybe a dozen guys sitting around. Under cover, with the fans going. That’s me. After a false start ( iced black coffee ), got a little pottle of coffee about the size of a small sauce jug. Medium strength, black, no milk or sugar.

Pass. Two of these, and I’m on my way.

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Thailand 2019

Exodus

Yes, I’m prone to hyperbole. No, this Old Dog won’t learn new tricks.

OK, it’s hardly a Biblical epic, I admit, but the last 24 hours have been among the most exhausting of my entire life.

I’m writing from Savannakhet, Laos ( see below ) where I’ve gone to get my ‘Non-B’ Thai immigrant Visa.

I got here after an epic sleepless 15-hour bus trip from Rayong, leaving at 4.15 pm Monday, and arriving at Mukdahan, Thailand, at around 7.15 a.m. The long journey into the Night involved a very slow steady climb in altitude, surprisingly cold temperatures in the bus ( compulsory air-conditioning partly to blame ), and a bad-tempered bus conductor. Meanwhile, the road just kept splitting the seams of the night…

But that was only the start of the fun. Then we had to get a bus from Mukdahan to Savannakhet, jumping through all the temporary Laos Visa hoops, and arriving at the Thai Consulate in Savannakhet before it closed at 11 a.m.

During the bus journey, I met a Ukranian bloke ( I’ll call him ‘Vladimir’ ), and Alessandro ( ‘Alex’ ), an Italian, who both claimed to have done this multiple times. We pooled resources at the Mukdahan border to get a taxi to the Embassy. We arrived on good enough time at 10.30 am to find Bad News – a huge snake of a queue several hundred metres long, and apparently very ill. You could tell, because it was moving so slowly.

The Embassy officially closes at 11 a.m., but such were the throngs that at closing time, they just herded everyone inside, and had them wait there.

There were about 300 people queued to apply for their Visa. There was ONE counter operating. We were there through the middle of the day, around 10.30 a.m. to 2 p.m., just queuing. The heat is just brutal. Luckily I had water and nuts on hand, but my ankles swelled in protest anyway.

It’s hard to escape the notion that convenience and efficiency are low on officials’ priorities, while digging into foreigners’ pockets isn’t;

  • 2000 Baht for the Non-B application
  • 690 baht for the ( one-way ) bus trip
  • 1500 baht for the temporary Laos visa
  • 100 baht each for the taxi
  • 650 baht for the hotel room

From Vladimir’s and Alex’s wide experience, Thailand is one of the few countries which requires this nonsense ( leaving to apply for a Visa, then returning with one ). It’s one of the major downsides of working here as an ex-pat, and is apparently causing many people to turn their back on Thailand in favour of other South-Easy Asian countries.