It has been a wonderful month. I am now officially a Bangkok resident.
Register with the Malaysian embassy. Tick.
Register at the local sports club. Tick.
Get a local driver’s license. Tick.
Open a bank account. Tick.
Register with a doctor. Tick.
Find the nearest mosque. Tick.
I have met may wonderful new friends – Thais and foreigners alike. Everyday brings new experience. Bangkok is buzzing and heaving with activity. And hot. It gets really hot these days – 39C today.
The whole country celebrated Songkran recently. Sanuk maak for tourists but many residents remain firmly indoors. The local papers (The Nation and Bangkok Post are the two English broadsheets) write of the high death toll on the roads in the week surrounding Songkran. Reminds me of the road traffic accidents (hello Ops Sikap!) on Malaysia roads during the Hari Raya period, though I can confidently say that alcohol plays an insignificant role during the Malaysian Ramadan compared to the hot Thai Meesaayon month.
Everywhere I go I get mistaken for a local. I’m yet to meet a Thai who starts speaking to me in anything other than Thai. I wish I could more confidently speak back and hold a conversation. I could, but only say the basic phrases. Should anyone ask my opinion about the recent problems in the deep south and I’ll be speechless. In Thai, anyway. Ordering food and asking for directions isn’t a problem. I also speak to the taxi drivers and motorbike taxi riders in Thai. They get what I say without me having to repeat what I’d said – that’s a good start!