A tough old week
Since arriving in Chiang Mai last week we haven't done a great deal other than pamper ourselves with foot massages and the odd smoothie or two. The city itself veers from quaint, to tourist trap to serene every hundred metres or so. The place seems to revolve around the tour groups and backpackers traipsing through the place and every conceivble western whim is catered for. Having said that, the natives themselves are as placid and as accommodating as possible (save for the headbanger I met in Tesco hiding under a newspaper and calling me 'Evil Police') and down every side street there seems to be an ever more exotic little restaraunt or chi chi boutique. Its a shopper's wet dream.
We went for a few pints last night and fell into company with a couple of old codgers from Australia. We met them in one of the go go bars on the outskirts of the old city.
They had both married Thai's (on a number of accasions) and they gave us the inside line on the way the bars and the girls operated. Essentially the girls had little choice because Thai custom was such that the task of looking after the parents in old age fell on the females in the family and if sufficient income couldn't be earned, poverty beckoned. The name of the game was to snare a 'rich' foreigner and secure the future. And by Christ is there plenty of foreigners crawling about the place looking for cheap thrills. Its pretty sickening to see these beautiful young women having fat, middle aged men slobbering all over them but I guess it is what it is and its unlikely to change for the better anytime soon.
We've a busy day lined up tomorrow with a few hours by the pool in the morning and then some private massage lessons in the afternoon from Ms Lanna (don't snigger, its all above board). Till next time folks.