<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:53:24.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aislyn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-5040390877651034261</id><published>2007-06-23T01:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:20:57.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Achy Breaky Heart, Balinese Style</title><content type='html'>There are no white people in Indonesia.  Actually, that's a lie.  I saw 3.  In a week.  I can understand that North Sumatra isn't a huge tourist destination, but I expected to at least see a few white people in Jakarta.  Walking around the big mall next to the hotel, people stared the whole time, and some guy outside even waved at me.  Sometimes I just stare back because frankly I get a little tired of being stared at all day, but then the person will say something friendly to me so I feel bad.  In Bali however there are plenty of tourists, as expected.  There is also a Starbucks and a Krispy Kreme so I'm happy.  Yesterday night at an Irish pub there was a Balinese cover band taking requests from their song list they handed out.  I requested Achy Breaky Heart, since how often do you get to hear bad country music in an Irish pub in Indonesia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-5040390877651034261?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/5040390877651034261/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=5040390877651034261' title='3 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/5040390877651034261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/5040390877651034261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/06/achy-breaky-heart-balinese-style.html' title='Achy Breaky Heart, Balinese Style'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-6353091673184506735</id><published>2007-06-16T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T01:26:02.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am now on Vietnam's No Fly list</title><content type='html'>I flew from Hanoi to Kuala Lumpur the other day, my first flight since getting into Singapore and I've acquired a lot of stuff since then.  I had to repack things at the airport so that I only checked 15 kg even though everything else still went with me on the plane, I just had to take it as carry-on.  I remembered to take the nail scissors I had in my purse out and put them into my checked bag, something I've forgotten to do many times before.  After everything was rearranged (I think I had about 15 kilos in my carry-on bag) I went through security.  They made me open my backpack and take out the knives.  I had no idea what they were talking about at first, but then I rememberd I'd put a little bag of heavy things from my big backpack into my carry-on backpack which included a padlock, playing cards, batteries, and 2 sharp knives.  I felt really dumb when the girl tried to tell me I wasn't allowed to have those on the plane, I tried to explain that it was an accident but either she didn't understand or just didn't believe me.  I threw the knives out, then she said I had to give her the fork too.  Luckily I was allowed to keep my spoon.  Then she took my passport and wrote down the number in a book.  Good thing I don't really want to go back to Vietnam, because probably I wouldn't be allowed in.  A while later I got on the plane which was full of Vietnamese people going to Malaysia for jobs and who I'm sure had never been on a plane before.  They kept trying to get up and go to the bathroom while the plane was taking off, and when the plane was landing they all covered their ears with their hands and leaned forward as if the plane was crashing.  The flight attendants kept yelling at them, so it was at least an entertaining flight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-6353091673184506735?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/6353091673184506735/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=6353091673184506735' title='1 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/6353091673184506735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/6353091673184506735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-now-on-vietnams-no-fly-list.html' title='I am now on Vietnam&apos;s No Fly list'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-3873112408724269709</id><published>2007-06-03T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T03:25:24.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Additionally, Vietnam is weird because...</title><content type='html'>13.  I went to the same bakery two days in a row.  The first day, I bought a croissant for 6000 dong.  The second day the croissants were miniature sized but still the same price.  I said they were twice as big the day before so they should be half price today, but their response was, "They're made by children."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-3873112408724269709?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/3873112408724269709/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=3873112408724269709' title='0 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/3873112408724269709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/3873112408724269709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/06/additionally-vietnam-is-weird-because.html' title='Additionally, Vietnam is weird because...'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-583899822896237954</id><published>2007-06-02T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T06:50:58.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vietnam is also weird because...</title><content type='html'>9.  I ordered chocolate ice cream yesterday at a restaurant and what I got was clearly a broken up ice cream bar in a drinking glass. At least it was still ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  You can get your ears cleaned at the hairdresser.  Isn't this something that you'd rather just do yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  People wear surgical masks everywhere. Mostly on motorbikes, which I guess I understand, but then they don't take them off later and will walk around everywhere with them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  I went on a boat trip for the day that included swimming and going to a beach, and most of the Vietnamese women that came wore long pants and high heels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-583899822896237954?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/583899822896237954/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=583899822896237954' title='1 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/583899822896237954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/583899822896237954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/06/vietnam-is-also-weird-because.html' title='Vietnam is also weird because...'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-5721648177522557041</id><published>2007-06-01T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T06:01:47.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vietnam is weird because...</title><content type='html'>1.  Walking down the street one evening I heard loud music, which turned out to be from two old men sitting in their underwear in front of their tv singing karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  They think that "You buy something.(?)" is an appropriate sales pitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I was accosted by an old woman and forced to speak English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  They put things on the menu but don't know what they are if you try to order them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I just electrocuted myself trying to turn on the light in my hotel room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  They think after you say no to buying something from them, if they ask where you're from you might just change your mind.  No, it doesn't matter where I'm from, I still don't want to buy your Mentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  They look at you funny if you actually pat the dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Some of the women wear outfits that look like pyjamas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-5721648177522557041?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/5721648177522557041/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=5721648177522557041' title='0 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/5721648177522557041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/5721648177522557041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/06/vietnam-is-weird-because.html' title='Vietnam is weird because...'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-8850947743070708078</id><published>2007-05-27T04:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T04:00:55.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules of Driving in Cambodia and Vietnam</title><content type='html'>1.  The most important part of your car/motorbike to maintain is the horn.  It must always be functioning properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  While driving, keep one hand free for the horn at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  If you have not used the horn in the previous minute or so, honk just to make sure it is still working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  When approaching one of the very infrequent stoplights, if red, consider stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Driving on the right hand side is suggested.  If you aren't driving far, or don't feel inclined for any reason to stay on the right, use the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  When approaching an intersection with no stop sign or stoplight (almost all intersections), consider slowing to make sure there is no one coming from the other direction, or just keep your hand on the horn and drive on through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Consider upgrading your horn to a louder model that will better alert all people within 4 blocks that you are currently driving and possess a horn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-8850947743070708078?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/8850947743070708078/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=8850947743070708078' title='2 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/8850947743070708078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/8850947743070708078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/05/rules-of-driving-in-cambodia-and.html' title='Rules of Driving in Cambodia and Vietnam'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-3945694663252166757</id><published>2007-05-19T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:56.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish that bite and tigers that don't</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before leaving Thailand I spent a few days in Kanchanaburi (which I still cannot pronounce correctly - they put the emphasis on different syllables than we would in English, so I would say Kan - CHAN - a - bu - ri, but I think they say Kan - chan - A - bu - ri, and they don't understand if you say it with the wrong emphasis either). This is the place where the bridge over the river Kwai, also known as the death railway is, but there are other nice things to see there too.  I went to the bridge and a museum about the construction of it, and another day I took a trip to a waterfall and a place called the Tiger Temple.  Thailand has many waterfalls so saying as it was the last day I was going to be in the country I figured I had to visit one.  It had 7 tiers and you were allowed to swim in the pools between some of them.  There was another girl on the tour that I'd met a few weeks back diving on Ko Tao, and we just hung out in one of the pools because it was nice and cool in there and very hot outside.  The only problem was there were fish that bit in the water.  Upon first getting in, it was very weird and I wasn't sure I could stay in.  They were pretty small and the bites didn't hurt, it was just startling, and they'd come one after the other and keep biting.  I found that if I kept moving they didn't bother me as much so I got in for a swim.  The tiger temple just used to be a regular Buddhist temple but some villagers found an injured baby tiger and didn't know what to do with it so they gave it to the monks who took care of it. Other people started bringing tigers there too and then they had babies and now there are lots of tigers, making it the tiger temple. The monks say they've trained the tigers to be very gentle, but I think they might just be drugged since they hardly noticed when people came up to them. It was a pretty weird place, for part of the day they take most of the tigers to one area and you can get your picture taken with them. I thought they'd just take your picture with one tiger, but they brought you around to about 5 of them to get a picture with each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk77hpp5ApI/AAAAAAAAALs/5MtgbALJk6M/s1600-h/HPIM4071small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066263186374197906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk77hpp5ApI/AAAAAAAAALs/5MtgbALJk6M/s320/HPIM4071small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bridge over the river Kwai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk77eZp5AoI/AAAAAAAAALk/kaobPGFmmf0/s1600-h/HPIM4124small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066263130539623042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk77eZp5AoI/AAAAAAAAALk/kaobPGFmmf0/s320/HPIM4124small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The waterfall where we swam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk77aZp5AnI/AAAAAAAAALc/fkmPRkwjM7E/s1600-h/HPIM4126small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066263061820146290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk77aZp5AnI/AAAAAAAAALc/fkmPRkwjM7E/s320/HPIM4126small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in the waterfall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk77W5p5AmI/AAAAAAAAALU/M8FOfkLL7vY/s1600-h/HPIM4162small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066263001690604130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk77W5p5AmI/AAAAAAAAALU/M8FOfkLL7vY/s320/HPIM4162small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk77TZp5AlI/AAAAAAAAALM/M9zlIys3264/s1600-h/HPIM4164small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066262941561061970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk77TZp5AlI/AAAAAAAAALM/M9zlIys3264/s320/HPIM4164small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With another tiger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-3945694663252166757?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/3945694663252166757/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=3945694663252166757' title='2 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/3945694663252166757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/3945694663252166757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/05/fish-that-bite-and-tigers-that-dont.html' title='Fish that bite and tigers that don&apos;t'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk77hpp5ApI/AAAAAAAAALs/5MtgbALJk6M/s72-c/HPIM4071small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-7871229427658664785</id><published>2007-05-19T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:57.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from the trip from Bangkok to Cambodia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk74KJp5AkI/AAAAAAAAALE/tjR3kKyKTkE/s1600-h/HPIM4209small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066259484112388674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk74KJp5AkI/AAAAAAAAALE/tjR3kKyKTkE/s320/HPIM4209small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking into Cambodia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk74Epp5AjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/aMQpds5KMr8/s1600-h/HPIM4211small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066259389623108146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk74Epp5AjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/aMQpds5KMr8/s320/HPIM4211small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the visa office in Cambodia. I believe this is a box for comments, however I would like to blame them for making what should have taken maybe 20 minutes into a 3 hour ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk74A5p5AiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1k9xV36mieI/s1600-h/HPIM4212small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066259325198598690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk74A5p5AiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1k9xV36mieI/s320/HPIM4212small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos of motorcycles, buses and people walking on the "road" once in Cambodia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk738Jp5AhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XSNKXeqgIo8/s1600-h/HPIM4217small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066259243594220050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk738Jp5AhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XSNKXeqgIo8/s320/HPIM4217small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cambodian boyfriend. Actually just one of the many guys that followed us for half an hour trying to get us to take their taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk733Zp5AgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/fk821_mYtMM/s1600-h/HPIM4220small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066259161989841410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk733Zp5AgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/fk821_mYtMM/s320/HPIM4220small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at my guesthouse in Siem Reap: the dog was expecting puppies in the next few days (sadly I never saw them) and was getting ready I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-7871229427658664785?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/7871229427658664785/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=7871229427658664785' title='0 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/7871229427658664785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/7871229427658664785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/05/pictures-from-trip-from-bankok-to.html' title='Pictures from the trip from Bangkok to Cambodia'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk74KJp5AkI/AAAAAAAAALE/tjR3kKyKTkE/s72-c/HPIM4209small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-6778529430286305215</id><published>2007-05-19T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:10:59.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angkor Wat Pictures</title><content type='html'>The first day I spent in Siem Reap, the city near Angkor Wat (which is just one of the many temples in the area), I didn't do much because I was tired out from spending the whole previous day traveling. In the evening I went for dinner and sat next to some people that I started talking to. They had just arrived and had a tour guide and driver booked for the next 3 days and said I was welcome to come along with them, so I took them up on the offer instead of having to do any work to find my own tour guide or just visiting the temples on my own without knowing what I was looking at. The next morning we went and saw a few of the not so interesting temples, but in the evening we went back and went to a really cool one that had been taken over by the jungle and was used in the movie Tomb Raider. The next morning I got up at 4:45 so we could go to Angkor Wat itself to see the sunrise, but it was raining pretty heavily and there was no sun to see rise. It started pouring so we left and came back later and saw a few more not so interesting temples, then went to one that had a nice view of the sunset. It was pretty sunny in the afternoon, but there were low clouds and therefore no sunset to see either. After 2 days I was totally templed out so I left the next day for Phnom Penh. I took tons of pictures and right now don't know which place is which, but here is a selection of some of the nicer pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066256602189332850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk71iZp5AXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/X41NGpC1Sx0/s320/HPIM4258small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robin, Mike and I in front of the gate around the first temple we visited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk71o5p5AYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JnM849SJYSA/s1600-h/HPIM4282small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066256713858482562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk71o5p5AYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JnM849SJYSA/s320/HPIM4282small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buddha inside the temple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk72QZp5AfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/tnKZf4X-XoU/s1600-h/HPIM4311small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066257392463315442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk72QZp5AfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/tnKZf4X-XoU/s320/HPIM4311small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of the same temple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk72Lpp5AeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ODNt3UWdPrU/s1600-h/HPIM4380small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066257310858936802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk72Lpp5AeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ODNt3UWdPrU/s320/HPIM4380small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the temple where Tomb Raider was filmed inside a giant tree growing around the temple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk72IJp5AdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jQ3tSsogslU/s1600-h/HPIM4423small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066257250729394642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk72IJp5AdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jQ3tSsogslU/s320/HPIM4423small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tree growing over another tree on top of the temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk72Dpp5AcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/SJQCGxlx4d8/s1600-h/HPIM4509SMALL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066257173419983298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk72Dpp5AcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/SJQCGxlx4d8/s320/HPIM4509SMALL.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first monkeys I saw were around the temples.  This one was inside and is holding a frog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk71_pp5AbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/g_TYPtSQhGE/s1600-h/HPIM4454small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066257104700506546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk71_pp5AbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/g_TYPtSQhGE/s320/HPIM4454small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 at Angkor Wat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk716Jp5AaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bdAqGxZoV5Q/s1600-h/HPIM4520small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066257010211226018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk716Jp5AaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bdAqGxZoV5Q/s320/HPIM4520small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angkor Wat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk71w5p5AZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hZvb9LYvAwU/s1600-h/HPIM4626small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066256851297436050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk71w5p5AZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hZvb9LYvAwU/s320/HPIM4626small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sunset" at the last temple of day 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-6778529430286305215?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/6778529430286305215/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=6778529430286305215' title='2 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/6778529430286305215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/6778529430286305215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/05/angkor-wat-pictures.html' title='Angkor Wat Pictures'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rk71iZp5AXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/X41NGpC1Sx0/s72-c/HPIM4258small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-5176350970912811764</id><published>2007-05-18T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T00:31:03.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Cambodia</title><content type='html'>Another difference in Cambodia from everywhere else I've been so far is the complete absence of any Western chains.  There are no McDonalds, Starbucks, Pizza Huts, Zaras, or the ubiquitous 7-11s (which I believe there are more of in Bangkok alone than in the entire North American continent - there is seriously a 7-11 on every corner, halfway along the block, on both sides of the road, and down the side streets).  This must be one of the few places left in the world where you can't go to any of those places even in the big cities and tourist destinations, and it's really nice because of it.  You can still get most of the same stuff as at home, you just have to go to a local shop or restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that in a way, the insane amount of tuktuk and motorcycle drivers is sort of good since you have to go to no effort at all to find one, unlike in Toronto.  Walking around yesterday, it seemed easiest to just keep shaking my head the entire time since someone tried to give me a ride about every 10 seconds.  Today some guy even ran after me and chased me down trying to get me to let him take me somewhere today, or plan to have him pick me up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I accidentally went to a museum (I wouldn't do that on purpose) when I was trying to go to the Royal Palace.  They're next door to each other and both are pretty buildings, and I just followed a tour group that was buying tickets and ended up at the museum.  It wasn't very big, they mostly just had a bunch of old Buddha statues but it was pretty cool.  The only negative was that in every room there were people that would walk up to you and hand you some flowers that you're supposed to place in front of one of the Buddhas and then leave some money.  After the first one though, I said no to the rest.  I am now about to head to the genocide museum which should be sad but interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-5176350970912811764?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/5176350970912811764/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=5176350970912811764' title='0 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/5176350970912811764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/5176350970912811764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-cambodia.html' title='More Cambodia'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-7338065137500014325</id><published>2007-05-16T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T20:15:43.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, my name is Lady</title><content type='html'>Cambodia is a pretty big change from Thailand.  Thailand has tons of tourists and it seems like it is trying to get rid of all the things that Western people don't like in order to be a place that people want to come to, which makes it seem less realistic.  Cambodia is not like this.  All day long, anytime I go outside I am bombarded by people wanting something.  There are the millions of tuktuk drivers and motorcycle drivers hanging around that want to give me a ride somewhere - "Hey lady, you want tuktuk?" - the people hanging around the fronts of restaurants trying to get me to eat there, and of course the kids.  Around Angkor Wat it was the worst of anywhere.  As soon as you get out of your car, they surround you and try to sell you postcards or bracelets.  They start out at $1 each but pretty soon are 10 for $1.  They're actually really smart kids too.  If you say no to them, they ask where you're from.  If you say Canada, they say, "Canada, capital Ottawa", and I think they know the capital of anywhere tourists come from.  They can also count to 10 in English, Spanish, French, Italian, German, Korean, Japanese, and Khmer.  That's way more than I know.  If you keep saying no, they say "I need money to go to school!" so you feel really bad.  The problem is if you say yes to any of them, there's always other kids around with them that'll see and want you to buy from them too.  Also, it just promotes kids staying on the streets if you give them money.  To us, $1 isn't much, but the people that work in real jobs here don't make much more than that in a day, and when they see that kind of money just being given to people on the street begging, it doesn't make much sense to keep working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the people call me madam when they want me to buy something, and even though that sounds really formal and makes me feel old, it sounds so much better than "hey lady".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-7338065137500014325?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/7338065137500014325/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=7338065137500014325' title='0 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/7338065137500014325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/7338065137500014325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-my-name-is-lady.html' title='No, my name is Lady'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-4942910549769414645</id><published>2007-05-13T02:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T02:04:02.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Road to Cambodia</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I left Bangkok in the morning to come to Cambodia, partly because it was where I'd planned to head, but also because my Thailand visa expired that day so I had to leave the country.  If it hadn't I might have been lazy and stayed longer because I'd heard some bad stories about getting to Cambodia.  One way to get here is to buy a bus ticket all the way here for about $7 from one of the hundreds of travel agencies on Khao San Road, the backpacker ghetto in Bangkok, but these buses are very slow and take as long as possible so that you arrive late at night and they can just drop you off at a guesthouse where they get commission and you're too tired to go anywhere else.  Otherwise you can get here on your own by taking a public bus to the border for $7, then taking a cab once in Cambodia for $40.  I was leaning towards the tourist bus just because it was cheap and at least I'd be with a bunch of other people in the same situation, but I only got to Bangkok late at night and had to leave the next morning so I had no chance to buy a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bangkok there are 4 bus terminals that send out buses in different directions, so you have to know where you're going to go to the right station.  Also, there are tons of different bus companies, all with different standards, so you have a bunch of choices but don't really know what you're going to get.  I went to the right bus terminal where I just bought the first ticket I saw to the border.  It was just after 8, and the bus was leaving at 9:30.  Right after I got my ticket, I looked at another ticket booth and saw they had a bus leaving at 8:30 and it was cheaper, so I was waiting around for no reason.  I got on the bus which was supposed to take about 3.5 - 4 hours, but because of the rain and the fact we stopped every 20 minutes it took about 5 hours.  It drops you off at the bus station in the town at the border, so you have to take a tuk tuk to the actual border.  There were 2 other travelers on my bus, so we shared a tuk tuk and planned to find our way to Siem Reap, Cambodia together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The border here isn't like anywhere I've been before - there's one where you exit Thailand, then you walk a little ways to get to the next one which is to enter Cambodia.  We got to the Thai border with no problem, but then had to wait for a while because the girl I was with was Armenian and had to wait for some Thai visa stuff to be done.  To get a Cambodian visa you have to pay $20 and bring a passport-sized picture, which neither I nor the guy I was with had.  We asked the Thai border people if there was somewhere to get a picture taken, and they said it was past the Thai border, so we went through.  We walked along the part between Thailand and Cambodia which is filled with casinos and kids asking for money, looking for a place to get a picture done but didn't find anything before we got to the Cambodian border.  We asked the officials there, and they said it was okay if we just paid them $37.  I'd heard about the officials asking for more money than was necessary, so I said no.  We walked back towards Thailand, asking people around where to go.  Not many people understood, and there were hardly any other foreigners crossing the border, so we really didn't know what to do.  We ended up walking back and forth (with my heavy backpack on) for probably 2 hours until we realized there just was no place for a picture and the Thai officials must have meant we could just pay the border people more.  In the end I was somehow able to get my visa for the $20 it was supposed to be plus $3 for not having a photo, like the Thai people had said it would cost.  When I paid and gave in my passport for the visa, the official said it would take 3 hours, but if I gave him $5 more it would only be 3 minutes.  Again I said no because I'd heard this is what they tell people, but it doesn't take 3 hours ever.  I only waited about 10 minutes, so I was glad I didn't give him extra.  In the end, my visa doesn't even have my picture on it, I think the Cambodians just have a collection of photos of people that have crossed the border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting your visa you have to walk to the Cambodian border and fill out another paper and get your passport stamped.  Here we met 2 other travellers, some German guys that were really upset about getting ripped off by the border officials.  We decided to try to get a cab with them.  They were very cheap though and refused to listen to any of the people offering us rides because they didn't trust any of them, and they wanted to take a bus to another town away from the border where you can get a taxi without getting ripped off.  There was a free shuttle bus to the bus station, but they thought that was a scam too so we didn't take it and instead walked along the muddy road for 20 minutes.  It was almost 6:00 by this point, and the other 3 of us weren't so upset about just getting a cab all the way to Siem Reap even if it cost a little more.  There was a guy offering us a taxi for $40, which was cheaper than the reliable taxi that the guesthouse I was going to could have arranged to pick me up.  There was one other guy waiting at the bus station we were at, so the 4 of us took the cab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride can take 3 hours in good conditions, but since it's now the rainy season the road is deteriorating and it took us 4 hours.  When I say road, I mean that in the loosest way possible - it varied between mud that felt like we were driving on ice because we kept fishtailing, and dirt with such huge potholes that we often scraped the bottom of the car.  It was even more fun because I got the middle seat in the back.  I was really tired after traveling all day, but there was no possible way to sleep on that ride.  Once it got dark out there was almost nothing to see since there are no lights along the road and there were very few houses or anything around.  That all changed as we got into Siem Reap; one minute we were driving through the middle of nowhere along a terrible dirt road, and the next we were on pavement driving by the most expensive, beautiful hotels I've seen in a while.  I was the only one in the car with reservations, so we were all just going to go where I was staying.  Our driver however decided to take us to the guesthouse that would pay him commission.  The owner came out and told us to stay there, but we said no, and tried to explain that we had reservations elsewhere.  He asked where and I told him, and asked if he knew where it was.  He did, but wouldn't tell us.  I asked if he would tell the driver how to get there.  He kept walking away, but finally he said to take 2 lefts.  We did that, but it wasn't there.  I told the driver to pull over while I called to find out the location, but as he pulled onto another street we saw it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally arrived at 10:30, after 15 hours of traveling, just to get a couple hundred kilometres away.  I had my own room and bathroom though so I was happy.  I was also able to get something to eat for the first time since breakfast that morning at 6:30, and have a shower to clean off the mud all over me from walking on the muddy road at the border.  Today I was going to get started seeing Angkor Wat, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angkor_wat"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angkor_wat&lt;/a&gt;, the major tourist attraction around here, but really just needed to sleep in.  I've been walking around town here and it is really crazy, there are kids following me all around for blocks at a time trying to sell things, and there are really run down places.  Cambodia didn't even have any ATMs 2 years ago.  This is contrasted with the fancy hotels with rooms for $2000 per night, and the beautiful coffee shop with an art exhibit where I stopped for some water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-4942910549769414645?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/4942910549769414645/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=4942910549769414645' title='1 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/4942910549769414645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/4942910549769414645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-road-to-cambodia.html' title='The Long Road to Cambodia'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-4256036720291896905</id><published>2007-05-10T01:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:35:31.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>does this work today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-4256036720291896905?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/4256036720291896905/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=4256036720291896905' title='1 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/4256036720291896905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/4256036720291896905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/05/does-this-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-8133281275523343174</id><published>2007-05-07T05:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T05:38:34.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a master Thai chef</title><content type='html'>I was in Chiang Mai, Thailand's second largest city which is located in the Northwest of the country for 5 days.  Some of the attractions are treks through the wilderness with visits to hilltribe people, elephant rides, bamboo rafting down the river, and pretty much anything outdoors.  I was feeling too lazy for this sort of thing, but luckily one of the other highly recommended attractions is to take a Thai cooking course, so I signed up for one of those.  I don't cook much at home so I wasn't sure how capable I'd be of all of a sudden making Thai food no less, but I figured a day full of food sounded like I should try anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class turned out to be just me and 2 girls from my dorm, so we had lots of attention from our 2 teachers.  We started the day by going to the market where we were each responsible for picking up a few ingredients.  I had to get mint, spring onions, and pea eggplant (which I'd never heard of, but is eggplant that looks like big peas).  Then we had some free time to look around the market.  There were some stinky areas with meat just sitting around in the heat, lots of vegetables, flowers, and bowls full of live fish which I got splashed by as one was being taken out to be cut up for a buyer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the school and watched the instructor prepare the first meal of the day, fried noodles with pork.  It took very little time to make, then we got to try some.  It was really tasty and I wanted more than just one bite, but it was time for us to make it ourselves.  I was a bit slow in doing everything and my stove didn't turn on very well, but I managed everything okay.  We then got to try out what we'd just made, and mine was just as good as the instructor's but a lot less spicy.  I ate the whole thing and wanted more, but it was time for the next dish.  The next 3 dishes we'd prepare and set aside, then stop for a lunch break and eat them all.  First we made steamed fish in banana leaves with lots of different spices, then yellow curry with chicken and potatoes, then chicken with cashew nuts (my favourite Thai dish).  I wasn't really into the fish because I didn't like the spices, but the chicken and the curry were fantastic and I hardly had room to eat both of them.  I was very surprised by my ability to cook something so tasty, and I even like what I'd made better than any food I'd eaten at a restaurant here so far.  After lunch we still had 2 more dishes to cook which I really couldn't even imagine because I was so full and lazy already after 4 courses.  The next thing we made, a spicy prawn salad, I wasn't interested in because I don't like prawns and it involved lots of cilantro, so I don't know how I did with that one.  For dessert we made bananas in coconut milk and that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I was surprised about were what went into the sauces.  Just about everything had oyster sauce, soy sauce, and sugar in it.  Even the non-dessert dishes all had lots of sugar, both palm sugar and white sugar.  That must be how everything was so extra tasty.  One of the dishes even had a sauce base made by boiling vinegar and dissolving lots of sugar into it.  I'd like to try to make this stuff at home because it was really tasty and it was actually me that made it, but I'm not sure I'd be able to find all the ingredients (do they sell palm sugar in Canada?).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-8133281275523343174?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/8133281275523343174/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=8133281275523343174' title='2 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/8133281275523343174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/8133281275523343174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-master-thai-chef.html' title='I am a master Thai chef'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-6280100781561158689</id><published>2007-05-06T06:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:11:01.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rj3W0XVXIqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Jp6U3L5_pBg/s1600-h/HPIM3949small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061437751339459234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rj3W0XVXIqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Jp6U3L5_pBg/s320/HPIM3949small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and baby together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rj3Wn3VXIpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qx89_LfU9UQ/s1600-h/HPIM3940small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061437536591094418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rj3Wn3VXIpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qx89_LfU9UQ/s320/HPIM3940small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dog ran and grabbed a chicken and killed it, but let it die really slowly. He looked pretty proud of himself though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rj3WfHVXIoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/m_6fkV6YSmQ/s1600-h/HPIM3934small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061437386267239042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rj3WfHVXIoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/m_6fkV6YSmQ/s320/HPIM3934small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 elephants play fighting with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rj3WJHVXInI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zKOrFrgQ8o4/s1600-h/HPIM3919small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061437008310116978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rj3WJHVXInI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zKOrFrgQ8o4/s320/HPIM3919small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby elephant playing in the mud right after being washed in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rj3V-3VXImI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gbYQccaov5s/s1600-h/HPIM3900small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061436832216457826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rj3V-3VXImI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gbYQccaov5s/s320/HPIM3900small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby elephants playing in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rj3VSXVXIlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WBxjEQU_PVo/s1600-h/HPIM3872small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061436067712279122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rj3VSXVXIlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WBxjEQU_PVo/s320/HPIM3872small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the elephants just follow each other around like this. There was one really sad one that was blind in both eyes from being mistreated. She had delivered a stillborn baby one day and was made to go back to work the next day (elephants mourn the dead though), and when she refused to work, the handlers poked her and shot things at her, and blinded her in one eye. That made her very angry and she acted even worse, so the man in charge decided to teach her a lesson by shooting an arrow in the other eye. Anyways, when she got to the reserve, another elephant took her under her wing and the blind one just follows her everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rj3VFnVXIkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kdqJDlUwM3w/s1600-h/HPIM3855small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061435848668947010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rj3VFnVXIkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kdqJDlUwM3w/s320/HPIM3855small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of the elephants got tired of us feeding them too slowly, so they just tried to pull their bin of food over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rj3Up3VXIjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PX6nDZfVd68/s1600-h/HPIM3849small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061435371927577138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rj3Up3VXIjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PX6nDZfVd68/s320/HPIM3849small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me feeding an elephant. I was really bad at first and she kept trying to get her neighbour's food instead. Her mahout (the guy that takes care of her and works with her everyday) showed me how to feed her properly - I was trying to give her 1 cucumber at a time, but she needed at least 3.  The elephants also ate entire bunches of bananas all at once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-6280100781561158689?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/6280100781561158689/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=6280100781561158689' title='2 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/6280100781561158689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/6280100781561158689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/05/elephant-pictures.html' title='Elephant Pictures'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Rj3W0XVXIqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Jp6U3L5_pBg/s72-c/HPIM3949small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-4209944270234971693</id><published>2007-05-06T06:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T06:09:14.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant Nature Park</title><content type='html'>One of the things I'd planned to do when I came to Southeast Asia was to ride an elephant.  I'm now in the area where there's lots of elephants so I thought I'd get my chance here, but most of the elephant riding is part of a day long trek which I didn't really feel like doing especially with all the rain and only having flip flops.  A girl in my room at my hostel was planning to go to an elephant sanctuary that she'd heard was somewhere you definitely had to go, so I decided to go with her for the day.  It turned out to be a really good day, but it crushed my dream of riding an elephant after seeing and hearing about what they go through.  The Elephant Nature Park is a reserve started by a Thai woman (Lek) who was against the mistreatment of elephants, Thailand's national symbol and an important part of their religion.  She takes in elephants that have been injured from the work they're made to do, either logging or performing for tourists, and babies that have lost their mothers.  Some of the elephants had really sad stories: there was one with only part of a foot because the rest was lost when she stepped on a land mine, one male with only half of one tusk because people had chainsawed off the other one, one that could hardly walk because she was made to pull logs down hills with nothing protecting her legs from the logs bashing into them, and many more for a total of 32 elephants.  In the morning we heard about the elephants and then got to feed them, then we had lunch ourselves.  After, we followed them to the river where we could help wash them off and watch the babies play.  Then we watched a National Geographic documentary about the elephant reserve that showed how elephants are trained in Thailand, which involves putting them in a cage just big enough for them and beating them for days straight, mostly with wooden poles but also with sharp tools.  The documentary was supposed to be released overseas first to get international attention before Thais could disapprove of how their country was portrayed, but some group was shown it beforehand and was so upset that they had a huge protest in Bangkok with international media present and called for a boycott of tourism in Thailand.  This made a lot of people here upset, and someone was hired to kill Lek, but she was told ahead of time and is okay.  Since they were unable to get her, they resorted to poisoning one of the baby elephants featured in the documentary instead.  So it was really a sad day in some ways, and now I don't feel like it would be right to ride an elephant somewhere they might have beaten the elephant to train it to carry people.  But it's good that at least one person here cares about how they're treated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-4209944270234971693?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/4209944270234971693/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=4209944270234971693' title='1 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/4209944270234971693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/4209944270234971693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/05/elephant-nature-park.html' title='Elephant Nature Park'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-5170820870278057028</id><published>2007-05-01T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:19:44.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus rides</title><content type='html'>I have slept the last 2 nights on a bus.  That makes 4 nights in the last month on busses.  Some were bad, some were mildly better, and none yet has been very good.  I never know what kind of bus I'll be on, whether there will be lots of leg room or none, or double decker or one.  Last night I was excited when I got on my bus as I had a seat in the front row and could put my legs up in front of me and my seat way back.  However, as soon as the man next to me fell asleep I realized things were not as good as I thought.  He had the worst breath I have ever smelled so anytime he breathed in my direction I almost gagged.  He fell asleep right away and kept snoring, so anytime he faced my way I would elbow him until he woke up and moved.  I think he probably hated me.  Luckily a bunch of people got off the bus after about an hour and no one else got on so I switched seats to have 2 to myself away from him.  I then slept straight through to Chiang Mai and even though we stopped for dinner somewhere I didn't notice.  I think I was tired from the last bus ride the night before, where there wasn't much room and the girl next to me kept taking up my seat.  I'm just glad to sleep in a bed tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-5170820870278057028?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/5170820870278057028/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=5170820870278057028' title='1 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/5170820870278057028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/5170820870278057028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/05/bus-rides.html' title='Bus rides'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-3908428877760656829</id><published>2007-05-01T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T20:48:06.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for Comments!</title><content type='html'>It's really nice to see comments, it makes me feel sort of like I get to talk to people I know.  Which is especially nice on days where the best live conversation I have is with the taxi driver for 20 minutes trying to explain where I want him to take me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-3908428877760656829?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/3908428877760656829/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=3908428877760656829' title='1 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/3908428877760656829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/3908428877760656829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/05/thanks-for-comments.html' title='Thanks for Comments!'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-6071901091709587218</id><published>2007-04-28T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T20:22:24.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Ko Tao</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the receptionist at the resort I stayed at told me I had to leave my room the next day because it was booked. She said she could help me find somewhere else to stay nearby if I wanted to do another diving class. I was sort of planning on taking the next class, so this morning I packed up my stuff and went to see her. She said the place next door and the one next to that had free rooms, so I walked over and checked the prices. One was the same price as where I'd been staying, so I got that room. I put my stuff in it, then left and had breakfast and hung around for a while. I came back to the room later and started looking around for a plug so that I could charge my cell phone. I couldn't see any, so I went to look behind the bed. I moved the pillow out of the way, but instead of finding an outlet, I found a mouse. I screamed and dropped the pillow back and left the room. I was really not impressed, I can live with some ants, and lizards are cool, but I didn't like the thought of that mouse in my bed. I decided to take a picture of it though, so I went to check if it was still behind the pillow. It was, but me trying to take a picture scared it, so it jumped in the air and ran around the room before heading into the bathroom. I screamed again, but this time didn't try to go look for the mouse. I'm not sure if there was a way out from the bathroom, or if it's still there. In any case, the evidence behind the pillow suggests I invaded the mouse's house, and I didn't like the thought that it had been there for a while and no one at the hotel had noticed, so I decided to move on. I got all my stuff, and went to a travel place and booked a catamaran ride to Ko Phangan and here I am now. It was pretty rainy today, so the catamaran ride over here was pretty exciting if you like being hurled in the air and slamming back down on the water. They handed out barf bags, and I either heard people using them or coughing, I don't really want to know which. Stupidly just before leaving I took my anit-malaria pill thinking I had eaten recently but hadn't, so I was queasy before even getting on the catamaran. Fortunately I felt better on the water and didn't need my own barf bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-6071901091709587218?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/6071901091709587218/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=6071901091709587218' title='0 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/6071901091709587218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/6071901091709587218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/04/leaving-ko-tao.html' title='Leaving Ko Tao'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-8957297615681468220</id><published>2007-04-28T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:11:03.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNWPHVXIhI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xp-F0iNHXYA/s1600-h/ag+046small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058481624133870098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNWPHVXIhI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xp-F0iNHXYA/s320/ag+046small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muskoka or Thailand? Some very cottagey-looking places I saw from the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNVmHVXIgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/84NExBkijN4/s1600-h/ag+120small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058480919759233538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNVmHVXIgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/84NExBkijN4/s320/ag+120small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset again, but looking the other way on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNVH3VXIfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Wp-isYDllBs/s1600-h/ag+103small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058480400068190706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNVH3VXIfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Wp-isYDllBs/s320/ag+103small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of stray dogs around Ko Tao. This one just sat down with me on the beach even though I didn't have any food to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNUanVXIeI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PvYJOOEMsHc/s1600-h/ag+102small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058479622679110114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNUanVXIeI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PvYJOOEMsHc/s320/ag+102small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the huge parade of ants I created several times on my balcony. First there was the granola bar wrapper I'd forgotten about, then I spilled some popsicle on the balcony, then some ice cream the next day. That's probably why that night I dreamed about ice cream, then about lots of ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNT6XVXIdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/oUMQDS2IMIs/s1600-h/ag+089small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058479068628328914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNT6XVXIdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/oUMQDS2IMIs/s320/ag+089small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset in Ko Tao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNTdXVXIcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2Wo4bivMQJk/s1600-h/ag+049small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058478570412122562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNTdXVXIcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2Wo4bivMQJk/s320/ag+049small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the classroom where I learned to scuba dive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNS73VXIbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/idwtGURt0Tw/s1600-h/ag+040small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058477994886504882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNS73VXIbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/idwtGURt0Tw/s320/ag+040small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald thanking me for having a Big Mac the other day. It wasn't any good though, I think they used some gross cheese sauce instead of real processed cheese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-8957297615681468220?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/8957297615681468220/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=8957297615681468220' title='0 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/8957297615681468220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/8957297615681468220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/04/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNWPHVXIhI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xp-F0iNHXYA/s72-c/ag+046small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-4104434971857919164</id><published>2007-04-28T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:11:03.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diving in Ko Tao</title><content type='html'>I spent 6 days on Ko Tao, 4 of which were mostly taken up by scuba lessons. It turned out my class consisted only of me and one other student and we had an instructor as well as a student instructor, so pretty much one on one learning. We started in the classroom which was air conditioned and made me eager to learn. After getting the basics including what not to do, we went to the pool in the afternoon. We had to do a bunch of exercises getting us comfortable with breathing underwater and dealing with situations that might arise like your mask falling off, or the regulator (breathing apparatus) coming out of your mouth. My mask didn't fit well, so I spent much of my time clearing it of water. At least I got really good at that. That was it for the first day, and the next day we headed to the ocean. We went to a bay where there was some really shallow water, and did mostly the same stuff as we had in the pool. Everything worked fine, and we got to see a few fish. The next day we went out with a bunch of other classes on a larger boat. We had to climb across and through 3 other boats while carrying all our scuba gear to get to our boat, which was not really fun but this time I didn't fall down on the boat at least. We went down to a depth of 12 metres this time, and I had some trouble equalizing the pressure in my ears on the way down, but once there I felt good. There were some fantastic fish around. We saw angelfish&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNKhHVXIXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EJzbJbVTMVM/s1600-h/angelfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058468739231981938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNKhHVXIXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EJzbJbVTMVM/s320/angelfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batfish&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNKoHVXIYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wQX84pZGiwg/s1600-h/batfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058468859491066242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNKoHVXIYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wQX84pZGiwg/s320/batfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNKt3VXIZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9jAPmMXGptc/s1600-h/parrotfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058468958275314066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNKt3VXIZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9jAPmMXGptc/s320/parrotfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;parrotfish,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some barracudas, &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNK8HVXIaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1b-NHzIBXdw/s1600-h/barracuda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058469203088449954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNK8HVXIaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1b-NHzIBXdw/s320/barracuda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a moray eel, a hermit crab, and lots of other fish that I can't remember and wouldn't even know what they're called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went out to another dive spot and this time went to 18 metres. It's actually hard to tell how deep you are anyways, so it didn't feel much different from the day before. We only had to do a couple more exercises to finish all the things needed for certification, and one was taking your mask off and putting it back on at the bottom. This was really not my favourite thing to do because you have to make sure you don't breathe through your nose when the mask is off, which isn't so easy. Before we went in the water though, our instructor told us he had a surprise for us underwater that would make us take our mask off. When it was time to do it, he pulled a gun out of his pocket and waved it at us, so we really did have to take the mask off. He was a really funny guy and good to have as a teacher. Afterwards we got to swim around some more and see some fish and coral. There's this cool type of coral that looks like colourful blossoms on a rock, and it you wave your hand in front of it they all close up, then reopen a minute later. Underwater life is cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-4104434971857919164?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/4104434971857919164/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=4104434971857919164' title='0 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/4104434971857919164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/4104434971857919164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/04/diving-in-ko-tao.html' title='Diving in Ko Tao'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RjNKhHVXIXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EJzbJbVTMVM/s72-c/angelfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-1960024342388231463</id><published>2007-04-28T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T20:18:36.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Bangkok</title><content type='html'>It took me a while to decide where exactly to go after Bangkok, but I ended up deciding on Ko Tao, an island known for good diving on the east coast of Thailand. I went to the train station that day to buy a ticket for an overnight train, but apparently they were sold out. I found a bus ticket instead which I figured would be just fine. I was sort of wrong. I got on the bus almost last and took one of the few remaining seats which was next to the bathroom. That was okay until someone had to use it and opened the door, releasing the worst smell ever. That was bad enough, but it was also apparently confusing trying to figure out where the light switch was, so people would open the door, stand around for a while and make it extra stinky in the bus, so finally I just started telling everyone where the light switch was. Then there was the fact that the door didn't close very well, so every time someone left, I'd have to get up a few minutes later to slam the door. Pretty much I didn't get any sleep on that bus which got into the pier at 4 am. We had to wait there for 3 hours until the ferry left, and luckily they had a room to lie down in so I slept a little there. Before we left, some woman came around asking if people needed somewhere to stay and learn to dive, which I did. She booked me at a place that I had heard was pretty good, so I felt better knowing I had somewhere to go when I arrived. Then we got on the ferry and I walked down into the seating area wearing some flip flops with bad traction and tried really hard not to fall down, but did anyways :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a seat behind 2 fine examples of interracial couples, Thai style. This involves Thai girls that are usually fairly pretty with white guys who are either old, fat, ugly, smelly, nerdy, or all of those together. I'm not sure if I should feel sorry for them, or which one either - the girl who is with some guy she probably doesn't especially like but who will buy her things and hopefully take her out of Thailand, or the guy who clearly can't find love at home and thinks he has with one of these girls. I don't really mind seeing these couples, it's just funny mostly, but the guy I was sitting behind on the boat smelled like a mixture of stale sweat and cigarettes which was fitting since I was on the stinky trip to Ko Tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got in and there was someone waiting to take me to the "resort" in a "taxi". Ko Tao is a very tiny island with not very good roads - really just one main road that is only wide enough for one car at a time. This is okay because most people ride motorbikes even though the roads are dirt with huge potholes in some spots. Anyways, my "taxi" was a pickup truck with benches in the back to sit on. I was a little nervous about falling out or something, but it proved to be nice actually, there's very little wind around here so it was nice to have a breeze as we drove. We got to my resort and I got my room which was only $7 a night and was pretty decent, though with no view unfortunately. I wanted to sleep after not really sleeping all night, but it was so hot and I only had a fan so I just lay around until I had to go watch a movie to prepare for diving lessons the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-1960024342388231463?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/1960024342388231463/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=1960024342388231463' title='0 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/1960024342388231463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/1960024342388231463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/04/leaving-bangkok.html' title='Leaving Bangkok'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-8639202162782757079</id><published>2007-04-20T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:11:06.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My past few days (really long and boring)</title><content type='html'>I've managed to see most of the sights in Bangkok considering I only have a window of a few hours that I'm not too exhausted to walk around. After my first day of going to the mall I wanted to see some real sights. I planned to get to 2 or 3 temples that are in the same area the first day and then maybe the museum, and set out around 7 to try to beat the heat. I went first to the Grand Palace and Wat Phra Kaew (the Temple of the Emerald Buddha) which are on the same grounds. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Riig8bS3o0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/toonHKJwQRQ/s1600-h/ag+011small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055467541702878018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="204" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Riig8bS3o0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/toonHKJwQRQ/s320/ag+011small.JPG" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiihL7S3o1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/F-52yJlSW-8/s1600-h/ag+021small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055467807990850386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="281" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiihL7S3o1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/F-52yJlSW-8/s320/ag+021small.JPG" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get there I had to take the Skytrain to the river, then get on a ferry boat the rest of the way, which all took about an hour and a half (took me a while to figure out how to get on the right boat). I got to the Grand Palace and was so hot that I just started taking a bunch of pictures so I could get around as fast as possible. I couldn't even take the time to read the brochure I got so I never really knew what I was looking at except that it was really pretty. Then I went in to look at the Emerald Buddha which is apparently Thailand's most sacred Buddha figure. It was fine, but really small and at the top of a podium. I looked around the palace a bit more, but was so done with the heat that I just left and got in a cab and went to the first place I could think of that was cool. That was the mall, where I ate some ice cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After cooling off for a couple hours, I remembered there was something nearby I wanted to see so I walked over to the Jim Thompson house. He was a guy that came to Thailand in the early 1900's and revitalized the Thai silk industry which was apparently pretty much nonexistent at the time. He built a huge teak home that was beautiful and filled with lots of really nice antiques. He lived there until he disappeared in Malaysia in 1967 (I will try not to disappear there as well). That was enough for the day, so I went back to the hostel and hung out with some guy that taught english in Korea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day I went back to the same area as the grand palace to see the other major sight near it, Wat Pho (the temple of the reclining Buddha). &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Riihi7S3o2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Yhkr80BWHA4/s1600-h/ag+098small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055468203127841634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" height="267" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Riihi7S3o2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Yhkr80BWHA4/s320/ag+098small.JPG" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiihwrS3o4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/1rF8YzxTsAI/s1600-h/ag+106small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055468439351042946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="207" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiihwrS3o4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/1rF8YzxTsAI/s320/ag+106small.JPG" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiihsLS3o3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/O2bKu2MIOfI/s1600-h/ag+099small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055468362041631602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" height="277" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiihsLS3o3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/O2bKu2MIOfI/s320/ag+099small.JPG" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Buddha was waaay more impressive, it's gold and apparently 150 feet long and fills up the entire building it's housed in. It didn't take too long to see it, so I walked over to the National Museum. After visiting, I thought it was pretty small to be SE Asia's largest museum, but it turns out it consists of several buildings and I only went in one. Oh well, I don't like museums thaaat much anyways. I came back to my hostel area to have some lunch/dinner and continued my non-eating of Thai food by having quiche. I really keep trying to eat Thai because it's delicious, but mostly they just sell it on the street and I really like sitting down in AC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I started out at Vimanmek Palace which is the largest teak mansion in the world and used to be used by the royal family in the early 1900's. On my way in I saw this guy crossing the street (any idea what he is?):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiiWI7S3orI/AAAAAAAAAEU/y3gz4xa_Af0/s1600-h/ag+120small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055455661823337138" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="195" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiiWI7S3orI/AAAAAAAAAEU/y3gz4xa_Af0/s320/ag+120small.JPG" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You weren't allowed to take pictures inside but they had some crazy things, like a room full of elephant tusks and 2 umbrella holders made of actual elephant's feet (kind of gross).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Riih_bS3o5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/M4Y5Kw5w6nQ/s1600-h/ag+121small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055468692754113426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Riih_bS3o5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/M4Y5Kw5w6nQ/s320/ag+121small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, I tried to get a taxi to the Royal Barge Museum which wasn't so far, but the dude wanted 200 Baht which was like 4 times more than what it would be with the metre. I finally found a driver that took a lot of coaxing into using the metre. He kept saying there was a traffic jam, he needed more money, but the trip took like 8 minutes. They just all want my money. You also couldn't take pictures of the barges, but they were pretty neat. They were built for different Thai kings and had very ornate carvings on the front, like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiiX0LS3osI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AdnAiO5-rpU/s1600-h/narai1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055457504364307138" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="160" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiiX0LS3osI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AdnAiO5-rpU/s320/narai1.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only 8 barges to see so that didn't take long, and allowed me to start my fun getting home adventure. The museum was on the river, but not a pier where ferries come, only boats to hire personally. I tried walking to the next pier but got lost so got a taxi. I really tried explaining where I was going, which was the main train station so I didn't think it was too hard, and even showed the driver a map and pointed where I wanted to go. It should have been a 2 minute drive. He drove across the river away from it, so I asked where he was going. He didn't know. He kept looking at the map even when the light was green and everyone honked at him. He kept acting like he knew where he was going, but I was getting exasperated. He tried to take me to a police station, but I said I didn't need the police, I just wanted to get out, but he kept driving. Finally he stopped so I got out and paid him some, but less than he wanted and more than I should have considering he went in circles. I then found the pier, and waited for a boat. I got on, and sat down. Some guy from San Francisco sat down and started talking to me, saying he lived there and to be careful, everyone here smiles a lot but they're not always kind. Then he asked where I was going and I told him, and he said I was going the wrong way and we'd already gone for like 20 minutes. So, I got off and waited for the next boat going the other way, which was a fun hour long ride back. Every so often some water would spray up and it felt nice and refreshing, but it's pretty brown looking. So in all it took me 3 hours to get back from the barge museum, but I'm trying to consider it a fun taxi tour and river boat cruise of Bangkok that only cost like $2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-8639202162782757079?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/8639202162782757079/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=8639202162782757079' title='2 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/8639202162782757079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/8639202162782757079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-past-few-days.html' title='My past few days (really long and boring)'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Riig8bS3o0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/toonHKJwQRQ/s72-c/ag+011small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-6193985349379277260</id><published>2007-04-20T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:11:07.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More various pictures</title><content type='html'>It is so sunny here that I'm never sure what exactly I'm taking a picture of because my camera only has a screen, no hole to look through to take pictures. Most of them come out with bits cut off or off centre, so there's my excuse for some of them being pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055466665529549618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiigJbS3ozI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cRVXC3M0EoI/s320/ag+068small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the parking lot you see from the window of my hostel. I guess it's as good as any hang out spot in Bangkok, and out of the sun no less.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055464771448972002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiiebLS3ouI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mX03Xvu89KU/s320/ag+113small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What a lot of streets look like here: very busy, and this one had lots of monks on it. They were all shopping for random junk which I found weird, as did I find the monk talking on his cell phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055465119341322994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiievbS3ovI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vGciKLrmZpY/s320/ag+117small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I understand not selling it early in the morning, but between 2 and 5? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055465394219229954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/Riie_bS3owI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9fvOQ_I1kW8/s320/ag+119small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It's Fido Dido. Wasn't he in Canada like 15 years ago? Either I got some really old 7UP or it took him a long time to cross the ocean. Also, keeping this empty can in my room overnight before taking a picture of it meant that I had ants in the morning :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055465849485763346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiifZ7S3oxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/W42iTxZe8To/s320/ag+129small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A really un-Bangkok looking building on the grounds of the Vimanmek Palace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055466253212689186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiifxbS3oyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/X7TMIokCCV4/s320/ag+096small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Monks just wanna have fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-6193985349379277260?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/6193985349379277260/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=6193985349379277260' title='0 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/6193985349379277260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/6193985349379277260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/04/more-various-pictures.html' title='More various pictures'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiigJbS3ozI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cRVXC3M0EoI/s72-c/ag+068small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-5484274916271681697</id><published>2007-04-20T03:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T03:06:17.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffoc in Bangkok</title><content type='html'>I wrote it like that so you say it like it rhymes, like "the rain in Spain", because really that is one of the defining characteristics of this city.  If you've been to Rome recently you know that it is a death defying act trying to get around by foot, having to cross many lanes of traffic at a time against drivers that really don't want to stop.  Bangkok is like that, except if all the drivers were blind and actually trying their hardest to run you down.  They have a very different way of managing traffic here which involves very few lights.  Instead of crossing only at lights, they instead have suggested areas to cross the street but these offer no protection to pedestrians.  I've learned to just wait for other people who want to cross the street and let them stand closest to oncoming traffic in case of an accident.  When you do finally get to a light, there aren't necessarily pedestrian crossings, you just have to figure out when the traffic is lightest because I don't think it ever stops in any direction.  When driving around, it's also strange as the lights stay red for a few minutes at a time and have countdowns going so you know when it's going to turn green.  I feel like that's only encouraging drivers to go through early, leaving even less time to cross the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all this, they have tons of people out directing traffic.  Why bother with any of the lights and stuff?  Maybe this is the best they can do with the huge amount of cars out here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-5484274916271681697?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/5484274916271681697/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=5484274916271681697' title='0 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/5484274916271681697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/5484274916271681697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/04/traffoc-in-bangkok.html' title='Traffoc in Bangkok'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-8905788337808607959</id><published>2007-04-20T02:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T02:56:11.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Siamese Cat</title><content type='html'>...is a ferocious breed.  I'm not sure if they're all technically Siamese cats, but since they're cats in Siam that's what I'll assume they are.  Anyways, every night I hear them doing what I can only imagine is clawing each other to death based on the screaming howls I hear all night long.  Then you see them the next day and these cats have no tails, or if they're lucky, maybe half of one.  And they are the scrawniest things I've ever seen, so I'm not sure how exactly they even manage their fights.  I try to avoid them when I see them, they have a glint in their eyes that tells me they're unpredictable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-8905788337808607959?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/8905788337808607959/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=8905788337808607959' title='0 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/8905788337808607959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/8905788337808607959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/04/siamese-cat.html' title='The Siamese Cat'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-6905107112546654161</id><published>2007-04-18T05:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:11:09.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some random pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYMQ05jqZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ATwDsn1Z2so/s1600-h/ag+133smaller.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054741114987456914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYMQ05jqZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ATwDsn1Z2so/s320/ag+133smaller.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some Che art at the textile exhibit I saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYL7E5jqYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lUIeHFjzLKo/s1600-h/ag+024small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054740741325302146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYL7E5jqYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lUIeHFjzLKo/s320/ag+024small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What my foot looks like every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYLt05jqXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/OsNDTK69YVY/s1600-h/ag+055small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054740513692035442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYLt05jqXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/OsNDTK69YVY/s320/ag+055small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They really love the king here and put pictures of him all over the place. This is in front of an office tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYLkk5jqWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CNp8CkiYQrw/s1600-h/ag+058small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054740354778245474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYLkk5jqWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CNp8CkiYQrw/s320/ag+058small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bangkok at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYLUE5jqVI/AAAAAAAAADs/-7VvDYwChMc/s1600-h/ag+126small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054740071310403922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYLUE5jqVI/AAAAAAAAADs/-7VvDYwChMc/s320/ag+126small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sign telling you about the stores in the mall. I went to Ais Future World hoping for some insight into my life, but they just tried to sell me cameras and cell phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYLL05jqUI/AAAAAAAAADk/4CkXZu_r46A/s1600-h/ag+124small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054739929576483138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYLL05jqUI/AAAAAAAAADk/4CkXZu_r46A/s320/ag+124small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monks walking past the fancy mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYK7U5jqTI/AAAAAAAAADc/_I29etKblWI/s1600-h/ag+132small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054739646108641586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYK7U5jqTI/AAAAAAAAADc/_I29etKblWI/s320/ag+132small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some pretty flowers at the Jim Thompson house in Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYKtU5jqSI/AAAAAAAAADU/JkwmnBjeifI/s1600-h/ag+134small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054739405590472994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYKtU5jqSI/AAAAAAAAADU/JkwmnBjeifI/s320/ag+134small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What it looks like when I sign into this blog. This is why I really don't know how to do anything. The pictures don't help. I just push the big orange arrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYJ405jqRI/AAAAAAAAADM/yo3SJa7f1A0/s1600-h/ag+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054738503647340818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYJ405jqRI/AAAAAAAAADM/yo3SJa7f1A0/s320/ag+029.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to get out of the way for them to clean the sidewalks. I don't really think it helped, it just left pools everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-6905107112546654161?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/6905107112546654161/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=6905107112546654161' title='0 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/6905107112546654161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/6905107112546654161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-random-pictures.html' title='Some random pictures'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYMQ05jqZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ATwDsn1Z2so/s72-c/ag+133smaller.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-3979575346472810279</id><published>2007-04-18T05:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:11:09.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Aislyn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYIz05jqQI/AAAAAAAAADE/knk3fANRZAY/s1600-h/ag+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054737318236367106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="187" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYIz05jqQI/AAAAAAAAADE/knk3fANRZAY/s320/ag+037.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you have cupcakes anywhere in your city...no, your country, I will find them and they will be mine. I found this place at a skytrain station and had to buy a cupcake so that one day I can write a book comparing cupcakes from around the world (since someone already wrote a book like that about ice cream, which is basically my life's dream...but cupcakes are real good too). I had a tiramisu one and it wasn't that great, but it may not have been the fault of the cupcake, but rather that it smelled like poo in the area of the foodcourt where I was sitting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-3979575346472810279?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/3979575346472810279/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=3979575346472810279' title='1 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/3979575346472810279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/3979575346472810279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-aislyn_18.html' title='I am Aislyn...'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYIz05jqQI/AAAAAAAAADE/knk3fANRZAY/s72-c/ag+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-6042272848865168532</id><published>2007-04-18T04:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T04:57:49.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some weird things I've seen</title><content type='html'>- A lady wearing a t-shirt that said: "I love you let me wear your clothes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On a restaurant menu: Coffee           -   30 B&lt;br /&gt;                                            Real Coffee  -    70 B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- People seem to drink out of bags.  Like, they get a little clear bag with handles, full of a drink and tied up with a straw sticking out of it.  I don't know how that's not messy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On the subway they have signs telling you to give up certain seats to people more in need of them like they have everywhere, but they also have a sign by one seat telling you to give it up to monks.  I guess they really like that seat on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And lots more that I forget now but hopefully remember&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-6042272848865168532?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/6042272848865168532/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=6042272848865168532' title='0 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/6042272848865168532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/6042272848865168532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-weird-things-ive-seen.html' title='Some weird things I&apos;ve seen'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-2529745441220344280</id><published>2007-04-18T04:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:11:10.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The other side of Bangkok</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYBXk5jqNI/AAAAAAAAACs/MzR30u3wEtE/s1600-h/ag+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054729136323668178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="177" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYBXk5jqNI/AAAAAAAAACs/MzR30u3wEtE/s320/ag+034.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't know what to do my first day here, after not having really slept the night before I wasn't up to going to the main attractions. I decided to go to the mall the girl at the hostel suggested, cause really it's so hot that you can't just wander for too long without having some indoor destination. There's a skytrain stop that takes you to the main mall area which has like I don't know, 8 malls or something. The newest is this one which you see first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside is like, THE nicest place I've ever been. It's nicer than Harrod's even. The w&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYCik5jqOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/v-JPLzDHcSE/s1600-h/ag+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054730424813856994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="199" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYCik5jqOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/v-JPLzDHcSE/s320/ag+042.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hole bottom lever was a food court which had so many tasty looking places I got a bit overwhelmed and bought more than I even wanted to eat. The one thing they have more of in Bangkok than steamy heat is ice cream places, so after my cupcake I had some ice cream. Then I kept walking and saw they have a pastry shop that is one of the nicest ones they have on the Champs Elysees in Paris, so I got something there too. It was so fancy they packaged up my pastry thing with dry ice in the bottom to keep it cool. How high tech is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the main floor is every designer boutique you can think of plus about &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYDTU5jqPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/H5zOhp_0u1U/s1600-h/ag+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054731262332479730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="215" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYDTU5jqPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/H5zOhp_0u1U/s320/ag+045.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5o more that probably only rich people know about. And then what better to have upstairs than luxury cars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-2529745441220344280?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/2529745441220344280/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=2529745441220344280' title='0 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/2529745441220344280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/2529745441220344280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/04/other-side-of-bangkok.html' title='The other side of Bangkok'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiYBXk5jqNI/AAAAAAAAACs/MzR30u3wEtE/s72-c/ag+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-3088956549438708235</id><published>2007-04-18T04:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:11:10.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first impression of Bangkok was that is was a city of scams and ripoffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Before I even got here, I'd read things about scams people had fallen for in Bangkok. One of the most common ones happens when you go to visit one of the main tourist attractions - someone that seems like a helpful stranger will tell you that it is closed today, or whatever time you're there, but luckily for you they'll take you to some other place that just happens to be open today only, and for a really cheap price. You go with them and instead of taking you to any attraction, they'll take you to a jewellery shop or a tailor and say that they're having a special sale today only and you get really good deals, then they won't even take you the place they promised. I thought I could avoid that pretty easily, I generally just do my own thing and don't worry about what other people are saying, but when you're new to a city you really can't help but maybe trust what people from there tell you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another scam involves some friendly people finding out where you're from and saying they have a relative moving there, maybe you could come and talk to them. Then somehow the people that go along to be helpful get roped into playing some card game and owing lots of money. Finding out about this one made me feel lucky I guess because in KL some people sitting at an outdoor cafe stopped me to ask where I was from, and said their sister was going to work in Toronto, then they asked me about it a bit, and wanted me to come sit with them and wait for the sister or something. I didn't really want to, so I said I had to go somewhere and that was it. Now I don't know if they were trying to scam me, or really were just interested, because they seemed pretty nice at the time and weren't pushy about me staying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, upon arrival I knew what to look out for, including taxis that didn't use their metres. However, when you're dropped off in a city you've never been to before at 5:30 in the morning after an all night bus ride where you barely sleep, you don't really care what happens as long as you get where you're supposed to be. I got a taxi to my hostel, and put my bag in the trunk and got in, then asked him to turn on his metre. He said it was broken, which is just so old. I told him I wasn't stupid, that I really wanted him to turn it on, and he started getting mad and said to get another taxi. I wasn't up to getting out, so I just said I'd give him less than he'd wanted, and he was okay enough with that. He actually even took me to the right place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that day when I was walking down the main street near me, some woman tried asking me where I wanted to go that day and stuff, and I was just like, I'm just walking around, I'm okay, and walked away from her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiX_PE5jqMI/AAAAAAAAACk/6Gk6_OgfTIQ/s1600-h/ag+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054726791271524546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiX_PE5jqMI/AAAAAAAAACk/6Gk6_OgfTIQ/s320/ag+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ripoffs include the "J. Crew" t-shirt I bought today for $5, all the fake Abercrombie and Fitch t-shirts for sale, and this place (like TCBY, but not quite):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know people would even rip off stuff like A&amp;F t-shirts...Chanel bags and stuff I'm used to, but this just surprised me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, at first I wasn't so impressed, but that was just the first morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-3088956549438708235?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/3088956549438708235/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=3088956549438708235' title='0 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/3088956549438708235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/3088956549438708235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-first-impression-of-bangkok-was-that.html' title='My first impression of Bangkok was that is was a city of scams and ripoffs'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiX_PE5jqMI/AAAAAAAAACk/6Gk6_OgfTIQ/s72-c/ag+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-4708807462552876305</id><published>2007-04-18T03:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T03:46:37.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of things to say...</title><content type='html'>and they don't really go together so I'm making a bunch of posts about things I've seen in the past few days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-4708807462552876305?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/4708807462552876305/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=4708807462552876305' title='0 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/4708807462552876305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/4708807462552876305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/04/lots-of-things-to-say.html' title='Lots of things to say...'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-8803566726177410512</id><published>2007-04-14T07:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:11:14.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really can't read Thai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDf0VE0upI/AAAAAAAAACc/tOSBf0j-kAs/s1600-h/ag+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDf0VE0upI/AAAAAAAAACc/tOSBf0j-kAs/s320/ag+142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053284872013265554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sunburn I got from forgetting to put sunscreen on just the top half of that one arm.  I remember forgetting to do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDfJFE0uoI/AAAAAAAAACU/WpIpG0FNOm0/s1600-h/ag+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDfJFE0uoI/AAAAAAAAACU/WpIpG0FNOm0/s320/ag+147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053284128983923330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guy I hoped was making my dinner.  I waited a long time, but nothing happened so I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDezFE0unI/AAAAAAAAACM/O_hFvW26uA4/s1600-h/ag+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDezFE0unI/AAAAAAAAACM/O_hFvW26uA4/s320/ag+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053283751026801266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More view on the way home to Krabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDeklE0umI/AAAAAAAAACE/0Udp6Mv97AM/s1600-h/ag+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDeklE0umI/AAAAAAAAACE/0Udp6Mv97AM/s320/ag+133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053283501918698082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from the boat on the way home.  I'm glad we didn't get stuck in a storm, the boat was tiny and would surely have capsized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDd-lE0ukI/AAAAAAAAAB0/242bMgjGJw4/s1600-h/ag+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDd-lE0ukI/AAAAAAAAAB0/242bMgjGJw4/s320/ag+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053282849083669058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from where I sat all afternoon.  I meant to take a better picture, but forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDdZ1E0ujI/AAAAAAAAABs/BbiQglA3UfY/s1600-h/ag+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDdZ1E0ujI/AAAAAAAAABs/BbiQglA3UfY/s320/ag+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053282217723476530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How I spent my afternoon in Rai Lay.  It's just a pineapple shake.  And why  not throw in an orchid for decoration?  It did cost a whole $1.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDdHlE0uiI/AAAAAAAAABk/0TQ_RqWClqg/s1600-h/ag+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDdHlE0uiI/AAAAAAAAABk/0TQ_RqWClqg/s320/ag+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053281904190863906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A cliff beside the beach in Rai Lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDc4FE0uhI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZQ17VNjLPFU/s1600-h/ag+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDc4FE0uhI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZQ17VNjLPFU/s320/ag+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053281637902891538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where the boat landed in Rai Lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDcl1E0ugI/AAAAAAAAABU/65_HWsIlY_Q/s1600-h/ag+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDcl1E0ugI/AAAAAAAAABU/65_HWsIlY_Q/s320/ag+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053281324370278914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boat on the way to Rai Lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDcXFE0ufI/AAAAAAAAABM/A2Bb3XM_kkM/s1600-h/ag+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDcXFE0ufI/AAAAAAAAABM/A2Bb3XM_kkM/s320/ag+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053281070967208434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These guys were barking at me as I walked towards them, so I turned around and went the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDb71E0ueI/AAAAAAAAABE/EV2j2LzL_7A/s1600-h/ag+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDb71E0ueI/AAAAAAAAABE/EV2j2LzL_7A/s320/ag+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053280602815773154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What $14 a night gets you in Thailand.  Yes, that's my own bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDbvFE0udI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lmgx1o1V0n0/s1600-h/ag+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDbvFE0udI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lmgx1o1V0n0/s320/ag+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053280383772441042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from the bus ride from Hat Yai to Krabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDbR1E0ucI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SE9CN3TXnNY/s1600-h/ag+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDbR1E0ucI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SE9CN3TXnNY/s320/ag+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053279881261267394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People partaking in the festivities of the Songkran (New Years) festival in Hat Yai, Thailand.  This was a while after they sprayed me as I walked from the train station to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDaw1E0ubI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8RXcMvbbzCE/s1600-h/ag+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDaw1E0ubI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8RXcMvbbzCE/s320/ag+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053279314325584306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A restaurant near me in KL.  Across the street was another restaurant called "Low budget inedible food".  Actually it was called KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDaiVE0uaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7g5IypIFUxw/s1600-h/ag+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDaiVE0uaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7g5IypIFUxw/s320/ag+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053279065217481122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The living room of the guesthouse I stayed at in KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDaKlE0uZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_vCwwSNG9vQ/s1600-h/ag+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDaKlE0uZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_vCwwSNG9vQ/s320/ag+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053278657195587986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A view from the Skybridge of the Petronas Towers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDZvVE0uYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qqs8JLcd3vk/s1600-h/ag+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDZvVE0uYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qqs8JLcd3vk/s320/ag+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053278189044152706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best tall building in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDZgFE0uXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vq-a84SPlgw/s1600-h/ag+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDZgFE0uXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vq-a84SPlgw/s320/ag+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053277927051147634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Petronas Towers in Kuala Lumpur (4th tallest buildings in the world)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-8803566726177410512?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/8803566726177410512/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=8803566726177410512' title='1 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/8803566726177410512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/8803566726177410512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-really-cant-read-thai.html' title='I really can&apos;t read Thai'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdwX4wOd_R8/RiDf0VE0upI/AAAAAAAAACc/tOSBf0j-kAs/s72-c/ag+142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-8000377445442220085</id><published>2007-04-14T06:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T06:35:36.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first full day in Thailand</title><content type='html'>And what better to do than go to the beach?  I'm staying in Krabi, which is on the mainland since when I got here from Kuala Lumpur there were no more boats to the islands.  I decided to stay here a bit longer though and just take some daytrips to different islands nearby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I actually had trouble waking up at 6:30, it was really nice to have had my own room and bed and all and I took advantage by sleeping a lot.  I dropped off my laundry at the front desk and they took care of it for $2.  I like clean clothes.  Then I headed down to the pier where a guy asked if I was going to Rai Lay, which I was, and told me to wait somewhere until more people showed up and we'd leave.  There was a couple already waiting that had been there for 15 minutes and didn't really want to wait forever, so they got the guy to let us go if we paid him $25.  We got on the little longtail boat and it was about half an hour to get there, then he just ran it ashore and we jumped off into the water and onto the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was soooo hot there, and there was no breeze at all.  I walked across the island to the main beach and sat in the shade there for a while.  There were some really cool cliffs around, and this island was the main one for rock climbing.  I was really hot just sitting in the shade, so I don't know how anyone could do anything like that there.  Then I walked back to past where the boat dropped me off and saw some signs for a restaurant and bar which I needed to get to.  It was a ways uphill, and by the time I got up there if it hadn't been open I might have passed out.  Luckily it was and I had a coke and sat by the edge looking out where there was a little more breeze.  That's basically how I spent my afternoon, since the boat didn't go back until 5:00 and it was too hot to move unless you had an air conditioned hotel room to go back to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left after several hours and went back down to the pier hoping a boat would leave early.  It was low tide, and I watched all the people coming to stay on the island hoist their suitcases above their heads, jump out of the boats, and trudge through the shallow water and soggy sand.  My boat finally left at 4:40 which was good because there was some thunder and the sky was just one big dark cloud.  We got back and I went straight to my hotel to have a fantastic cold shower.  Then I went down to the night market to try to get some dinner, but apparently I did a bad job since I wasn't able to get the cashew chicken I wanted.  I did however manage to acquire a coconut roti, so all was not lost.  I then came to the nice cafe near my hotel with the internet and a movie on too, and this is where it all ends.  It's 8:34, and as soon as I leave here I'm getting ready for bed and enjoying my double bed once more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-8000377445442220085?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/8000377445442220085/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=8000377445442220085' title='0 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/8000377445442220085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/8000377445442220085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-first-full-day-in-thailand.html' title='My first full day in Thailand'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87720336146721145.post-1071746296993877833</id><published>2007-04-14T06:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T06:18:18.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know how this works</title><content type='html'>Had a bit of trouble starting this up as all the instructions were in Thai.  I just kept pressing next.  Hoping this works and I'm not typing for no reason.  Anyways, I figured I might as well make this so if anyone cares they can look here whenever instead of me annoying people with big emails with pictures and stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87720336146721145-1071746296993877833?l=pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/feeds/1071746296993877833/comments/default' title='ส่งความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87720336146721145&amp;postID=1071746296993877833' title='0 ความคิดเห็น'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/1071746296993877833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87720336146721145/posts/default/1071746296993877833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancakesandwaffles.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-know-how-this-works.html' title='I don&apos;t know how this works'/><author><name>Aislyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274568116976725738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
