Double pricing continues to annoy
I am writing in regard to the report that tourists are staying away from Mae
Sa Waterfall. My family along with our Thai daughter-in-law have been
disappointed at many places in your beautiful country by the double pricing
and now will not visit places that we know do this.
The British press have talked about this and now first time tourists
will know and plan their journey to avoid double prices. English people will
speak well of Thailand and its people but will talk louder about the unfair
price system. It would be illegal in England to charge one price for
residents and one price for visitors, in fact English people would refuse to
pay the lower price in protest.
I hope my e mail gives you an insight into how people feel about this issue.
Mr Jim Carter-White
Night falls and hair flies free in Chiang Mai
There is a phenomenon not peculiar to Chiang Mai, but
very marked here. During the daylight hours many road junctions are manned
by our doughty keepers of the law in tight shirts and pants revealing
bulging beer bellies stopping the occasional (perhaps more than occasional)
motorcycle with driver or passenger bare headed and relieving them of a few
baht each. However, as dusk falls these hard working fellows melt away to
rest after their labours (or to enjoy the fruits thereof in their favourite
bar) and the bikers come out in force with hair streaming unfettered in the
wind. Has it not occurred to the police that the night hours are the most
dangerous ones for the motorcyclists, at least during the day they are
mostly sober, or is the beer belly replenishment too important to interrupt?
Some thoughts on Songkran in Chiang Mai
A joyful occasion and enjoyed with gusto by the residents
and many of the visitors alike. Mostly the revelers are more polite in
Chiang Mai and tend to hold up a warning hand before throwing a dollop of
water on a passing motorcyclist—unlike Pattaya where, wham, a full bucket
load hits you in the face and sends you skidding.
I did notice that on the 11th, the
moat was lined with youngsters, the bare-chested boys in boxers and the
girls in wet T shirts, having great fun either in the water or splashing
passers by. By the morning of the 12th, however, there
were so many vendors selling buckets and other more fearsome looking
implements, that there was hardly room for the fun loving youngsters to do
their thing. Having once been the wounded recipient of a bucket of water
containing a lump of very hard ice, I found the appearance of a truck
selling large blocks of ice on the roadside ominous indeed.