Good morning, afternoon, evening or night depending on where and when in the wide world this finds you. It’s a sunny Saturday morning to start my weekend off here, and I’m soooo very glad the weekend finally arrived. This past week was one of those weeks that never seems to end, and the slow march to Friday afternoon seemed such a long road. You know how some weeks seem to take twice as long to go by, while others come and go without much thought at all. I wonder why some weeks are like that cause I’m sure everyone gets this feeling occasionally as well?
Anyways, on to the topic at hand while it is still fresh in my mind cause if i don’t get down in writing soon I will forget it. That’s cause of the progression of age I think, but I digress. Yesterday afternoon I was headed home after a gym session and reached the BTS station to catch my train home. it was about 5:30 PM in the afternoon and the station was very crowded as usual, but one individual caught my attention despite the throngs of people. It was a tall Caucasian guy, or farang as the Thais say, about a head taller than me with a backpack the size of an overweight child strapped to his back. However, It wasn’t because he was a backpacker tourist that I noticed him because one can see many of these types of tourist across the city on any given day. No, it was the over sized can of Heineken he was trying to carry through the gates leading up to the train platforms that I noticed about this particular fellow. The guard stopped him immediately through the gate trying to separate this man from his unfinished beer, but the guy just wasn’t having it. He immediately took on a very condescending tone, smiling and shrugging his shoulders at the guard saying very loudly…”What….What…..What!” The guard politely told the man there were no “beverages” allowed beyond the gates (as evidenced by the large obvious sign above), but the man wasn’t about to give up his large can of beer to finish boarding the train. He put his hand in the guards face and told the guard he was going to stand next to the gate and finish his beer, and kept laughing at the perceived silliness of this rule imposing on his vacation experience.
So, It makes me wonder if one can bring open containers of alcohol into any form of public transportation in the man’s home country? I know in back home in the US the authorities in most cities don’t look to kindly on walking down the street sipping on a 40 oz. so I wonder why people assume they can just behave any less away from home. Now, if this were an isolated incident then I might find it amusing, but I have unfortunately seen this situation play out in different ways here time and time again. American, Australians, and the British are the absolute worst tourists when they travel abroad. I always wonder why western tourist so often leave their common decency and manners behind when the travel abroad, whether it be climbing aboard the train sucking the face off a recently acquired prostitute or talking as loudly as possible to their cohorts across the dinner table in a quite restaurant. Obviously, most tourists would need to possess a bit of world knowledge and money to get on a plane and travel across the ocean to reach Thailand, so It is a bit of a conundrum I have always wondered about.
Therefore, please keep in mind that when you do travel abroad you are representing your country of origin and that the locals get their impression of our cultures from your actions while visiting. So, if you are going to be rude and make an ass out of yourself then eventually the local residents will form ill opinions of the place you call home. I think it is human nature to let one negative experience or situation over rule a dozen positive ones, right? I’ll stop preaching and close it there to wish you a wonderful weekend ahead. Thanks as always for stopping by and I always appreciate each and every comment I get. See you soon!