SE Asia Party Scene

Seems like it doesn't matter which country we end up in, there is always a little (or a lot) of taste of home. By taste, we don't just mean in the figurative sense either, we mean pizza and burgers, cocktails and french fries, Espressos and bakeries. These places have at times been a refuge from the poop-stained squat toilet, cockroach infested days of traveling. They are however a major test in cynicism and patience.

In Laos, it was Vang Vieng. In Thailand it was almost every beach town south of Bangkok. In Nepal it was lakeside district of Pokahra. For us there has always been a souvenirs in a bite of real chocolate cake though. Navigating through the vomiting people with permanent markers all over their faces, we have been glad that we are tired because of the climbing close by, not the buckets of alcohol that we could have consumed.

Same same, no difference between some of these people. Just now on Koh San Rd in Bangkok, there is a loud young American swearing and bragging about the money he spent getting wasted last night while complaining how he doesn't know his parent's e-mail addresses. I'm glad we choose to spend our money and time other ways.

Seems like it is all over the world if you want to find it. At least now we know where the stereotypes of loud Americans comes from...