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Treated like royalty

Have you ever seen the roads of Bangkok this empty?

The roads were cleared whenever royal guests were passing by. Even pedestrians on bridges above, which is where we were, were temporarily stopped from crossing over to the other side.

The Saudi king was going out:

I wonder if he wondered: Eh, what happened to those traffic jams I heard so much about?

One would think that with royalty from all over the world descending upon Bangkok, we would be able to rub shoulders with some of them. But it was not to be. The closest we came to it was sharing the lift with a lady from the Qatari entourage. She was in a Gucci headscarf. Wow.

However, we did get our share of royal treatment - on the BTS (skytrain). People readily offered us their seats. I was initially taken aback because I don't think I look pregnant, or like an elderly person in need of a seat and the boy certainly does not look like a toddler or a frail child who needs to sit. In fact, he should jolly well be offering seats himself. And why would anyone want to offer my husband their seat?? After several BTS rides, I realised that it's a habit for many people to give up their seats to children and their parents, be they fathers or mothers, as well as 'older' people. Though I'm still sure I don't look that old. Impressive, huh? I remember GNH said that no one offered her their seat on the MRT when she was pregnant. Tsk tsk.

Anyway, it's still not too late to go to Bangkok. The Amazing Thailand Grand Sale has just about started so it will be a good time to hit the shops.

And the World Cup is still on...

Comments

fuzzoo said…
I also just got back from Thailand. I was in Phuket. Unfortunately did not have really satisfactory spa treatments like you did and not much shopping either. Came back with a sunburn though. Ouch!
Anonymous said…
Hi Fuzzoo,
Really? I thought Phuket had good spas. Hope you at least enjoyed the beach(es), food and the friendliness of the locals. I remember all those seafood restaurants along Patong beach. Are they still there?

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