This time I'll spare you the sight of a pictures of me. However, I have reverted to "old forms", apart from the still fresh scar on his forehead. I had recently promised that I report on my recent couch surfing experience. Well, actually there's not much to tell.
After it for me, even for health reasons was no reason in and day out still remains in the north to kill the time and day out in an apartment and not have the opportunity to have a longer trip, I moved to Bangkok. The Plan: Book of here as soon as possible for an earlier flight back home. More on that later. At first I had considered myself to look for a cheap hotel for a few days, but something inside me screamed for a new couch surfing experience. I was looking
me out in advance so the internet a few candidates, and hoped for an answer. Been signed by five couch surfers are reported only one: Eve. The pretty stewardess had been able to collect as many experiences and have not heard recently from her boyfriend on the Internet platform couchsurfing.org . "A great idea that I wanted to try that too," she told me over the phone. However, they warned me that it was a week professionally to move all day and can get very little care of me. No problem, I said. I had to recuperate a little bit anyway, and it lacks even the power for bigger trips.
But actually it turned out the that I got from Wednesday to Monday morning only to face a full five minutes. She had taken a second home near their workplace with her boyfriend - so I have the least understood. I was in her - admittedly, very nice - set in a beautiful apartment condominium facility with me alone. Unfortunately, the Internet functioned not as good as I had hoped. Could not even work properly. When Couchsurfing it is my opinion not only a good guest to be, you should host at least a little time for such a "project" with you. I was too polite to say it to Eve on the phone directly. Instead, I told her I was in the vicinity of Khao San Road have found a cheap guest house with internet access. It was for my work and future planning more convenient for me. She apologized still nice that they had no time. That was it.
Dear friends, if you want to couch surfing, then makes sure that your host "sacrifice" a little time you can. Otherwise makes the whole project in my view makes little sense. Where there remain cultural exchanges, discussions, common typical meals?
I therefore a suitable air-conditioned rooms have found. Klein, not to say tiny, but it serves my purposes. From here, I dedicate myself mainly of correspondence with the airline, to represent my situation. However, insisting on the transfer of the high costs - ".! Accident or not is in this case there is no grace", I had these days on several occasions to listen. But on this issue I will report in more detail once I've re-enter their home ground. In the remaining time I was looking in the shops a few things for Rita's birthday. Not so easy. And I feasted on the Thai cuisine. Fried bananas are with me here, especially at a premium. In addition, I prepare myself well before my new job officially on for me first November starts (more about that in a later post).
Today I'm going to my camera take in hand (which was here until now very little used), and perhaps put one or the other interesting subject. Let's see what offers itself to me so. Anyway, I'm
been here all on my own. And I think this will change in the coming days until my departure any more. I have two days time the evening married to the Khao San Road, but honestly, this is not my world. At each corner is approached by young girls, or so-called ladyboys looking for quick sex with male tourists. Or of young men who want to make one a very good offer for a hotel or a nightclub. People like me learn very quickly here, friendly but to issue rejections.
Finally I go into a kind of pub, sit down at a table and watch the road. And I drink a bottle of beer. But the longer I sit there, the more I notice the other guests. Many German (or at least western European) men, much older than 50 or 60 years old, actually holding all of them with a strong beer belly and either women or young boys in her arms. My bottle is half full. I let them stand and draw me back to my tiny room. There, the world seems to be still in order. Somehow ...
In this sense, see you soon ...
Daniel
And for the english readers (sorry, is automaticly translated by google - I had less time this morning ;-)):
This time I'll spare you the sight of a pictures of me. However, I have reverted to "old forms", apart from the still fresh scar on my forehead. I had recently promised that I'll report on my recent couch surfing experience. Well, actually there's not much to tell. There was no reason for me still continuing to kill the time day in and day out in an apartment in the north of Thailand and not have the opportunity to make a longer trip. So I moved to Bangkok. The Plan: To book as soon as possible an earlier flight back home. More on that later. At first I had considered myself to look for a cheap hotel for a few days, but something inside me screamed for a new couch surfing experience.
In advantance I picked out a few candidates at the internet, and hoped for an answer. Been signed by five couch surfers are reported only one: Eve. The pretty stewardess didn't collect many experiences so far and have not heard recently from her boyfriend about couchsurfing.org. "A great idea. I want to try that too," she told me over the phone. However, they warned me that it was a week professionally to move all day and she just can get very little care of me. No problem, I said. I had to recuperate a little bit anyway, and it lacks even the power for bigger trips.
But in fact it happened that I got from Wednesday to Monday morning only to face her a full five minutes. She had taken a second home near their workplace with her boyfriend. I was in her - admittedly, very nice - set in a beautiful apartment condominium facility with myself. Unfortunately, the Internet functioned not as good as I had hoped. Could not even work properly. When Couchsurfing it is my opinion not only a good guest to be, you should host at least a little time for such a "project" with you. I was too polite to say it to Eve on the phone directly. Instead, I told her that I had found a cheap guest house with internet access near the Khao San Road. It was for my work and future planning more convenient for me. She apologized still nice that they had no time. That was it.
Dear friends, if you want to couchsurf, then make sure that your host "sacrifice" a little time you can. Otherwise the whole project makes no sense in my view. Where there remain cultural exchanges, discussions, common typical meals?
So I have found a suitable air-conditioned rooms. Small, not to say tiny, but it serves my purposes. From here, I dedicate myself mainly of correspondence with the airline to represent my situation. However, insisting on the transfer of the high costs - "Accident or not - there is no place for grace", I had to listen these days on several occasions. But on this issue I will report in more detail once I've re-enter my home ground. In the remaining time I was looking in the shops for a few things for Rita's birthday. Not so easy. And I feasted on the Thai cuisine. Fried bananas are with me here, especially at a premium. In addition, I prepare myself well before my new job officially starts on for me first November (more about that in a later post).
Today I'm going to take my camera in hand (which was here until now very little used), and perhaps put one or the other interesting subject. Let's see what offers itself to me so. Anyway, I'm here now to fend for myself. And I think this will change in the coming days until my departure any more. I have two days time the evening married to the Khao San Road, but honestly, this is not my world. At each corner is approached by young girls, or so-called ladyboys looking for quick sex with male tourists. Or of young men who want to make one a very good offer for a hotel or a nightclub. People like me learn very quickly here, kindly but firmly, to say NO.
Finally, I turn into a kind of pub, sit down at a table and watch the road. And I ordered a bottle of beer. But the longer I sit there, the more I notice the other guests. Many german (or at least western European) men, much older than 50 or 60 years old, actually holding all of them with a strong beer belly and either women or young boys in her arms. My bottle is half full. I let it stand and draw me back to my tiny room. There, the world seems to be still in order. Somehow ...
Greetings,
Daniel
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