I was very happy when we moved from Don Muang Airport. I have had over the first hurdle - you get a taxi to Pattaya demolished without. I sat in the back, which I was asked to do, although in Europe, I have to sit in the rule, a preference for front seat for an interview if I am traveling alone. Anyway, I sat in the back and looked around me, I soon guessed that the driver did not understand English. I had no trouble with that one and had to beLook at the barren landscape in silence.
After an hour and a half, I could see that we were always close to Pattaya. Twenty miles is thirty minutes, as the city is slowing us, I reckoned. Anyway, have announced that turning the driver smiled at me and said, "Bia" and suddenly turned left off the road. Fortunately, Thais drive on the left, as they do in Britain. He stopped the car of a "Seven-Eleven store and opened out the door for me. We went in and he took me into the full upright refrigeratorChang Beer, a Thai beverage that I did not know.
He opened the refrigerator door and grinned. I took two to think that he could not drink and drive, but that he is, if you wanted to, I had saved too, or I could allow myself to drink. Culturally Covered. He took two more. OK, I thought, we're almost there anyway. When checking out, he put the cans in front of me and stepped back quick. As the cashier was willing to tell me how much with a pen and paper, he threw a packet of cigarettes in the pot and walked away. 110 baht, or $ 2 of the lot. Outside, I gave him a beer and cigarettes, which he gratefully accepted. After finishing a beer and a cigarette, we were off again.
I offered him a beer, but he would not take it. I've never had to really work, why he was two, but only wanted one, but it was not to lose. Fifteen minutes later we arrived in Pattaya boasts fantastic views along the beach road. Pattaya Bay is really beautiful, with everything you imagine a tropical> Beach to have, although we seemed to be lost. We traveled with 15 kpm down an empty beach road, which is five or six kilometers long. Sure enough, he was lost. He knew that was my hotel in Beach Road, but had no idea where.
So I rolled out of my window and made the stranger I saw, but the driver would not stop asking. It was confusing. Days later, I learned that Thais do not like asking for directions and do so only rarely. We are, after thirty minutes, was The thirty minuteslate to meet my friend, and he was gone.
The Bar, The Pig and Whistle on Soi 7, was beautiful, so I paid the driver and went inside. The air conditioning was much appreciated and I sat down for the boss, as it turned out to wait in England. He bought me a drink and told me that my friend had to go, but he would return at 8pm. I went to my room to rest and think. Including the seven hours time difference, she had needed 28 hours to get here.
