The most predominant people out tonight are 30-something local men from a variety of backgrounds. I don’t know this culture and can’t judge. I don’t judge – I look, feel, think and consider. Judge is shorthand.
Second most are 50ish Anglo bald men (equals testosterone) in tank tops, predating solo or in packs. I have no desire to anywhere near them.
Next are the inept spruikers, where they target me more often than not in non-English, and otherwise they know one word. I represent the big spenders (I guess) and the chicks at Maccas do a better job.
And then there are Anglo couples young and old, a few with kids, acting like this is the adventure they paid for.
People are selling horrid T-shirt’s, $1 jewelry, socks and so on. Some beggars are truly unfortunate physically, others are phoning it in. In the rain, some “offer” umbrellas without a price mentioned upfront.
Many bars give enticing meal offers but the small print tells a different story. That pisses me off no end.
And to be blunt, the prostitutes, to me, seem too young, too plain, too desperate and perhaps unskilled. I gave no experience in this area, but titillating they are not.
I have no desire to party here.
But this may sway me. Meanwhile I will bask in air-con and read literature
Yeah ya kinda gotta be a certain kind of person for tropical Asia….the kind who absolutely loves heat for one…yes the exist… they’d think nothing of hitting the beach somewhere at noon in the direct sun….fkin weirdos….
That’s why my only destination in India would be northern India in December or January.