Another day in the Land of Smiles. Here’s how it all went down.
I did my usual morning stroll but headed up Beach Road in the opposite direction.
Let’s see where it leads…On the beachThat might be the biggest Holiday Inn I ever did see.This place looks interesting; I’ll have to come back later.Fly me to the moon! It’s on the third floor, but still too early for a beer. It’s on my “to check out” list.I can’t bear to look.Stop clownin’ around!Taking a coffee break. I was actually planning on having some breakfast, but it turns out this place didn’t serve food. Duh!Getting my Hilt onFinally having some breakfast at that little place across from my hotel.
The evening plan was to meet up with Dave and Jo at the Virgin resto/bar on the rooftop of my hotel. They weren’t coming until 5 p.m., and I got bored around three, so I went back to that place I liked on my morning walk.
Snacked on some chicken nuggets to pass the time.The place had a nice ambiance, but when I tried to capture it in a photo, this guy got in the way.
When the five o’clock hour came, I headed up to Virgin for the first time.
Signage in the lobby of the hotelThe advertisement outside the elevatorAnd inside the elevatorThe greeting as you exit the elevator on the rooftopIt turns out this is the only thing I liked about Virgin.
They only offered three kinds of beer, none of which I care for, and the pricing was, well, through the roof. Dave and Jo had yet to arrive, and I was the only customer. It was sunny and hot, with little shade to be found. Definitely a better after-dark venue. The food prices were worse than the beer, so we didn’t order any.
The bar area at VirginLooking for a shady spot for me and my lonely overpriced beer.
I stayed for one beer with Dave and Jo; then I suggested we head back downstairs and try my favorite place across the street.
That’s what I had. Dave and Jo’s meal came with ice cream. Not to be outdone, I ordered a sundae. Yeah, the beers were kicking in already, and my judgment must have been impaired.
When we were done eating, we hopped into a baht bus to check out those beer bars I’d seen on Soi 7. It wasn’t busy, and the bars were more tame and sane than the crazy shit on Soi 6. We sampled a couple and enjoyed the outdoor atmosphere while watching the world pass by on the street in front of us.
The recipient of the only lady drink I bought all night. I can’t recall her name now, but she was a sweet gal in her 40s that hardly spoke a lick of English. She pulled out her phone, and we had a friendly little chat via her Google Translateapp.
By the time we had traversed the length of Soi 7, we all agreed we’d had enough fun and beer for one night. They turned right to their hotel; I grabbed a baht bus for the ride to Soi 4. I seem to recall stopping into my favorite eatery and having my nightcap beer there with the friendly crew.
This is a crappy picture of the sign on the men’s room door outlining the pricing for using the toilet based on size. Dave came back from his piss and handed the cashier 20 baht, which gave everyone a laugh (the toilet is free for customers).
And that was how things were on this Thai highway I’m traveling.
4 thoughts on “On the Thai way to hell”
re: Virgin, Rooftop Pattaya
Unlock your soul… follow your heart… it’s all very spiritual. But humorously so since Buddhists technically don’t believe in souls (although you’ll hear many folkloric Buddhists use soul- or spirit-language).
That’s what I had. Dave and Jo’s meal came with ice cream.
Well, at least your meal came with the all-important crinkle-cut fries.
This is a crappy picture of the sign on the men’s room door
I was curious to see the Cyrillic for “penis” is basically a one-to-one transliteration of “penis” (пенис, literally p-e-n-i-s). The French, at the very bottom, is all wrong: “petits pénis” is using the masculine plural for the adjective, so it’s saying “little penises,” and the “grande pénis” is bizarrely using a feminine form of the adjective for “big,” which makes no sense. The two phrases should be “petit pénis” and “grand pénis.” The Chinese says, “small yang stem” and “large yang stem,” where “yang stem” means “dick.” (That’s yang, the masculine principle, as in “yin and yang.”
Reassuring to see Western languages being butchered outside of China, Japan, and Korea.
Oh, yeah:
The advertisement outside the elevator
Look closely at that sign, and you’ll see the cursive “Rooftop” has three “O”s.
The Swedish on that penis sign is incorrect as well. They’re using the adjectives for the plural form instead of the adjectives for the singular form. Example:
little penis = liten penis
little penises = små penisar
Instead they have små penis, so the wrong “combination” there, as well as with the other one (big penis = stor penis, big penises = stora penisar).
Who knows, maybe a Dane helped them with the sign and that’s why the languages are such a mess.
I don’t know, Vaster, all the Danes I know are Great.
Man, you don’t miss a thing! I wonder if they intentionally messed up those renditions of “penis” as a joke? It’s all over my head, regardless.
I’m ignorant of the tenants of Buddhism as well. So, I guess soul music isn’t a thing here…
re: Virgin, Rooftop Pattaya
Unlock your soul… follow your heart… it’s all very spiritual. But humorously so since Buddhists technically don’t believe in souls (although you’ll hear many folkloric Buddhists use soul- or spirit-language).
That’s what I had. Dave and Jo’s meal came with ice cream.
Well, at least your meal came with the all-important crinkle-cut fries.
This is a crappy picture of the sign on the men’s room door
I was curious to see the Cyrillic for “penis” is basically a one-to-one transliteration of “penis” (пенис, literally p-e-n-i-s). The French, at the very bottom, is all wrong: “petits pénis” is using the masculine plural for the adjective, so it’s saying “little penises,” and the “grande pénis” is bizarrely using a feminine form of the adjective for “big,” which makes no sense. The two phrases should be “petit pénis” and “grand pénis.” The Chinese says, “small yang stem” and “large yang stem,” where “yang stem” means “dick.” (That’s yang, the masculine principle, as in “yin and yang.”
Reassuring to see Western languages being butchered outside of China, Japan, and Korea.
Oh, yeah:
The advertisement outside the elevator
Look closely at that sign, and you’ll see the cursive “Rooftop” has three “O”s.
The Swedish on that penis sign is incorrect as well. They’re using the adjectives for the plural form instead of the adjectives for the singular form. Example:
little penis = liten penis
little penises = små penisar
Instead they have små penis, so the wrong “combination” there, as well as with the other one (big penis = stor penis, big penises = stora penisar).
Who knows, maybe a Dane helped them with the sign and that’s why the languages are such a mess.
I don’t know, Vaster, all the Danes I know are Great.
Man, you don’t miss a thing! I wonder if they intentionally messed up those renditions of “penis” as a joke? It’s all over my head, regardless.
I’m ignorant of the tenants of Buddhism as well. So, I guess soul music isn’t a thing here…