The storm is approaching Koh Ngai Island. I have a lot of things to say about our current political scenes, but I would just shut my potty mouth for now.
Outsourcing is a bitch. Especially for small businesses and you can see it for yourself in Phuket.
I just came back and I swear that I would never go back there again. It was not even worth my time and money. It was a pleasant stay for me 5 years ago, but now, everything feels as if they are trying to leech out every cent off the tourists.
Some of it was pleasant, but most of the encounters were horrible.
Most of the shops are now manned by either Nepalese or Bangladeshi. Before this you can only see or hear them screaming and telling you that you need a suit or two, maybe pants, shirts and also tie, and they can tailor made it for you in 24 hours. Right? Now they have ventured into other businesses; selling all those nice craftworks, pretty dresses and bags, souvenirs and whatnots. The business owners, usually the locals, have outsourced it or hired them because they speak better English. Like what the fuck right?
I miss bargaining with a Thai girl; all panicking and blushing when I asked for too low of a discount. I miss that warm accommodating smile that welcomes you to their shop.
Most of these Nepalese and Bangladeshi salespersons were rude, arrogant and condescending. They think they run the country and they are the engine that moves the economy or some shit. Their mere existence irks me.
Tuktuk experience was even worst. My friend wanted to go to the Hard Rock Café to buy a shot glass for her collection. Since we weren’t too sure about the location, we flagged down a Tuktuk, asked him to send us there. He sent us there alright. The fucked up thing was, it has been closed down; yet he charged us 200bhatt for a 7-8 minutes ride? Felt like someone just punch me right on the face; might as well kick me in the gut while you are at it.
That felt like renting a chauffeured Mercedes with a fuckwit as a driver. A pretty fucked up arrangement. He should have just mentioned it to us that Hard Rock Café was no longer in operation, easy as that.
Blardy leeches I tell you.
Outsourcing is a bitch. Especially for small businesses and you can see it for yourself in Phuket.
I just came back and I swear that I would never go back there again. It was not even worth my time and money. It was a pleasant stay for me 5 years ago, but now, everything feels as if they are trying to leech out every cent off the tourists.
Some of it was pleasant, but most of the encounters were horrible.
Most of the shops are now manned by either Nepalese or Bangladeshi. Before this you can only see or hear them screaming and telling you that you need a suit or two, maybe pants, shirts and also tie, and they can tailor made it for you in 24 hours. Right? Now they have ventured into other businesses; selling all those nice craftworks, pretty dresses and bags, souvenirs and whatnots. The business owners, usually the locals, have outsourced it or hired them because they speak better English. Like what the fuck right?
I miss bargaining with a Thai girl; all panicking and blushing when I asked for too low of a discount. I miss that warm accommodating smile that welcomes you to their shop.
Most of these Nepalese and Bangladeshi salespersons were rude, arrogant and condescending. They think they run the country and they are the engine that moves the economy or some shit. Their mere existence irks me.
Tuktuk experience was even worst. My friend wanted to go to the Hard Rock Café to buy a shot glass for her collection. Since we weren’t too sure about the location, we flagged down a Tuktuk, asked him to send us there. He sent us there alright. The fucked up thing was, it has been closed down; yet he charged us 200bhatt for a 7-8 minutes ride? Felt like someone just punch me right on the face; might as well kick me in the gut while you are at it.
That felt like renting a chauffeured Mercedes with a fuckwit as a driver. A pretty fucked up arrangement. He should have just mentioned it to us that Hard Rock Café was no longer in operation, easy as that.
Blardy leeches I tell you.
