J: Another open letter to the vendors of Thailand.

Stop jumping on my ass the second I stop in front of your booth. I know you are trying to screw me on the price and thats something I can live with. Don’t make the transaction a pain as well. This whole trip, I recall Mr. Moore as James Bond pushing that Wooden Elephant selling Thai kid out of the boat and wish I could do the same. And to the ladies with the frogs. Here’s a trick. If the woman standing in front of you selling the same frog couldn’t make a sale - what makes you think you can 10 seconds later? Also if you want to us to believe you are from a tribe in the mountains - hide your cellphone and don’t wear a shirt for “Power Diesel 150 Super Additive.” There is just so much “show” going on that you push me away. It makes me love the Chang Mai Sunday market even more.

Enough

J: Boo! After a full day of seeing a NEW Thailand in the form of Chang Mai, we pressed our luck at the night market. Biggest tourist trap yet. Same same old crap from the Bangkok street vendors. Same inflated prices as well. At one point during the pushing and yelling I thought Hixx was going to go Christian Bale on the whole street.

We’re going to the Sunday market that is for the Thai today. Hopefully its better. If not we aren’t bringing YOU anything. You know who you are.

Sitting at the Chang Mai Saloon enjoying a western breakfast. If you have the means I highly recommend it.