I might be an exception, but I have only experienced good things on my
visits to Thailand. I have found the people to be so generous, even if they
have very little themselves.
My latest was when I rode my motorbike into a service
station, and like most farangs I cannot read Thai, I had diesel fuel instead
of petrol put in the tank!
The service station looked a bit odd, as it only had two
pumps, both painted white with writing in Thai on them.
After riding about 5 kilometers the bike began to cough
and sputter and eventually stopped, as luck would have it, outside a large
service station. The four young people working there were so helpful; one
young man drained the diesel fuel out, put a little petrol in and tried to
start the bike. No luck, so all four youngsters tried push starting it,
still no luck.
At this time the garage owner arrived, he phoned a
mechanic who said he could clean out the carburetor for me. The garage owner
drove me in his car the kilometer to the mechanic, while his son pushed the
bike for me. On leaving me at the mechanics’ they refused money I offered
them for their trouble.
The mechanic then spent half an hour on the bike and got
it running perfectly. I asked him how much? Free! He said. I rode back to
the service station to fill up with “petrol”. Buying them all soft
drinks and leaving a tip, I also bought some cans of beer which I took back
to the mechanic. He was surprised to see me again, and promptly invited me
to share his lunch with a beer!
I have since been back to the garage, which is a
“CTS” Service Station on highway 1317 that runs from Chiang Mai to a
place called Pong Din. The people who helped me were Iah, Put, New, Pompoon,
and the mechanic’s name was Oh. They were all simply “The Best”.
I guess that’s another reason I would like to call
Thailand my home.