What a contrast to what we’ve experienced to date in Thailand. If it weren’t for the windsurfing, I don’t think I would ever come back here. Actually, I don’t even think that would really tempt me. We had two full days in Pattaya. We mainly wanted to go windsurfing, but our first day was a dud. All clouds and a minor breeze. So we decided instead of wasting another day sitting around, we should go ahead and book ourselves for a couple of dives the next day. Of course, we wake up to a very windy day! Ugh! By then it was too late. We’re stuck for a full day on a boat and a couple of visually poor dives. C’est le vie!
Well at least now I have photos of us diving. It was such a bummer to be on the boat feeling the wind blow. The itch to fly with the wind was a bit hard to bear. Especially hard when the dives were hardly anything to get excited about. Visibility was maybe 3 to 5 feet at best. We are now at the Bangkok Airport waiting for our flight to Hanoi, Vietnam. We’re going to give windsurfing another try in Southern Vietnam. Suppose to blow 200 something days out of the year. Let’s see…
It seemed that of all the places we’ve been so far in Thailand, Pattaya has got to have the highest percentage of bars that have a constant display of scantily clad women/lady-boys. Perhaps close to 100%. Most other places seem to have your standard bars to hang out in with some that display women to entice the lonely/horny male, but in Pattaya I don’t think there was a single one. The only places not having such a display were restuarants with no bar. It was quite depressing. There must be a lot of lonely/horny men out there for the supply to be so abundant.
Pattaya is also the only place where we’ve felt like the locals, or a least the local cab drivers are constantly out to cheat you. They have a system of truck cabs, where you just jump on and pay somewhere from 10 to 40 baht anywhere around Pattaya. Everytime we’ve asked the cab drivers if they will be swinging by somewhere the price somehow always jumps to 80-100 baht even if it’s on their way. If you just hale them and hop on without discussing it with them then they assume you know the going rate. Even then, they still try to get a few more. We pretty much always had to have exact change and just shoved it at them when we got off, no discussion. It became so ridiculous we planned our days there to avoid taxi rides as much as possible.