A perfect storm of public holidays means that those who have to work for a living have had a five day break. Good for them, but why the fuck did the majority decide to come to Pattaya?
This question applies not only to all residents of Bangkok; but also to she who must be obeyed’s extended family who have descended in large numbers for reasons unclear. Fortunately, there are too many of them to stay with us; so for the last two days my wife has left home early in the morning to spend the days amongst the hordes on local beaches. She has long since given up on asking whether I would like to come too; which means I have had a couple of peaceful days at home with the pussy.
Unfortunately, such has been the volume of traffic (the worst I have known in the ten+ years of living here), I have not been able to venture out for a decent photo trip; although I did pop out down my secret back-road route yesterday to put a film through my recently refurbished Yashica.
Took the Olympus too, in the hope of an opportunity; but not much presented itself.
Going back there tomorrow with reader Ray; by which time the masses will clogging up the motorway on the way to wherever they came from. Joy.