Back from work in Thailand.

Drowsy hot weather,
Extended sleeping hours on the van,
Rolling padi fields,
Ponds of fat catfishes,
Rows of mango trees,
Small kids with innocent eyes,
Adults with kind smiles,
Fluoresent lamps all over...
Before occupation hazard gets to me,
Let the pictures speak for themselves.



The last three pictures,
Are of the happening RCA,
And the infamous BedSupperClub.

Thanks to Adri's recommendation,
And videoclip of the superb vibes,
I checked it out alone,
And was kindly refused entry,
To the whole corridor of bars,
Because I had no ID with me.
Clubbers take note!

Ended up back in the hotel,
Where I learnt from a colleague,
That we live on the same street,
As the 'most famous club in Bangkok'.
Avoided paying 300B,
Simply by turning up after 0030h.
Afterall, all I wanted,
Was just to check out the interior.
Very very white and sleek.
Full of farangs and young thai girls.
To each his/her own. :]

I forgot to mention earlier,

That I joined the 'special' group,
Of the Singaporean passport holders,
To go through the customs the 'high tech' way.

By scanning your passport,
(Similar to how you scan your IC,
When you borrow books from the library)
You go through a pair of plastic gates,
Whereby you leave your thumbprint on a scanner,
Go through another set of plastic gates,
And that is it.
As easy as using the MRT.
I even had three to four police officers,
To make sure that I didn't try to cheat.

The only down side,
Instead of having the customs officer,
Flip your passport and say 'Welcome Home.',
All you get is 'beep beep'.
Assuming you don't get error messages.