After landing in humidity-filled capital, I was walking through a terminal, gasping for what it seemed like very little oxygen. Was the air-conditioning on at the airport? Highly doubt it. A rush of just hell hit me before going to a taxi rank (and luckily a good one) to get a taxi to my hotel.
Shortly after getting to the hotel, now known as Avani Atrium, there was a disruptive flight attendant (Etihad Airways) giving the check-in desk lady repugnant lip service. While all of that was happening, I saw two “working” women walking out of the hotel lobby to get back to the streets.
This is Bangkok.
The picture, which is shown as the default, was utterly shocking to me. Having just come from gorgeous Sydney, Australia, a place where the harbour is covered in deep blue waters — seeing such a river was soul-torching. The amount of remorse I had, at the time, when I complained about everything I didn’t have, was criminal. After seeing such a river, I walked towards the center of the CBD, and let me just say this, Thailand in 2012 was not a safe place as it is today. Hold ups, ransoms and other crazy ass stories (that the media would never put out there) were rampant.
I recall looking over my shoulder constantly because I thought people were trying to kidnap me. After reaching a junction, I was accosted by a man who was trying to solicit sexual services to me. I walked for another 100m and the man’s pushiness grew — all while passing a man who looked dead underneath a foot bridge. He began to hurl nasty adjectives at me and called me poor, although he was trying to get my money on commission. These types of things I couldn’t change and probably can’t change, but the fact and matter is I saw pure destruction. I saw children walking around with bare feet. I noticed a stench of raw sewage on the streets and people were eating at tables just inches from the bodily fluids.
These people, like other people scattered across India, Africa, Bangladesh, China and so many other countries, are in need of something. They don’t need money at the moment, because if they get loads of money, they don’t know how to save it. Conditioning needs to happen. The mind needs to change, and little by little, it could be done.
I know there are a plentiful charities out there that give food, but it just doesn’t equate to changing the condition. Since then, Thailand has minimized those slums and now they’ve cleaned it up, but where I’m typing this still remains a problem….just under these train tracks are one of the biggest red-light districts in Asia and both women/men don’t own up to the ridiculousness they’ve gotten themselves into. There’s not a man, nor an amount of money that could save any of these people….but conditioning can.