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Even rats who can't escape permanently can get away sometimes...
Lonely Planet guide to Buachet
I'm currently sitting in a small restaurant in Buachet enjoying an early mid-morning Chang beer and “pad grabao neua”, so I guess this could be the right moment to put pen to paper and get started on some new field notes. Naturally, should also mention that I am going to blame you as prime motivation to get started on the mid-morning beer – need some lubrication to get going. ;-) Not having been back to Buachet for over a year, I was naturally interested to see what progress had been made in the intervening period. The long promised skytrain hadn't yet materialized, the village drunks hadn't yet sobered up and the crowd of enthousiastic nurses waiting for me at Buachet hospital was as large as ever, so it wasn't long before I felt back at home. For those of you unfortunate enough never to have visited Buachet, I have compiled a concise guide to the town in the style of Lonely Planet which can be found below. |
Top backpacker tips
Hello, this is Jon from Holland with some super tips for travellers. Firstly, to saving money on laundry costs is easy, simply just don't wash your clothes. Shoplifting can drastically reduce your shopping bills and doing a 'runner' from those old corner street vendors is a must for cost-conscious backpackers. Of course toilet paper is a luxury - my friend Frank, also from England, doesn't use it either, not even when back home in Europe. A good way for cheap travel is to latch on to the many fat, ugly Russian chicks that frequent the Bangkok to Penang route and promise them a good time if they'll lend you some dosh. This sometimes backfires and you actually end up in their company for a few days, but you can always scrounge some more money off them... Stealing girls underwear has no economic gain, but what the hell. Finally don't forget the cigarette butts kids - free ciggie if you collect enough... Naughty Indians
Hello. How's your Karma? Thought I'd send you a postcard (in the best possible taste; art and all that.) I'm now in Khajuraho, India, having walked across the border about 10 days ago from Pakistan. Khajuraho has a collection of Chandellan temples about 1000 years old which are famous for their sculptures depicting a variety of everyday activities, ploughing the fields, dancing and most of all, sex. It's a sort of 'Kama Sutra' in stone – it's given me a few new ideas! There's even one group of men proving that a horse really is a man's best friend! Hoping this card will inspire you. Take care, Jon. Party bus to Iran
The good news is that we're now moving out of Istanbul, the bad is that we're heading for the middle of a slum. Glancing around my fellow passengers, I throw caution to the wind and attempt to start a constructive dialogue. “Hi guys. Whose funeral is it actually? Is black in fashion in Iran at the moment?” Least I tried. Suppose it's time to put my somber face on, which given the fact that I've jettisoned all my alcohol isn't difficult. On the other hand, I could spend a few days dead for tax reasons. Big nosed 'Farangs'
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