Siam BKK

My last trip to BKK was almost 7 years ago, time really flies!

I don’t remember much of the city to be honest, because back then I almost had never travelled to the tropic, so I couldn’t stand the tropic sun. Except for a few day escape to the jungle to the north of Bangkok, my Bangkok trip was simply to stay in any shopping center in Siam and to eat Thai food.

Apparently I changed a lot, nowadays I can walk for hours under the tropic sun without a problem. I guess this time I’ll finally visit palace and temples, as I didn’t go to any of those in my last trip lol.

But firstly, the same old best Siam!

I don’t think I remember much.

Some random pictures.

Siam Center is so cool hahaha, full of cute Korean makeup shops haha.

Some Songkran pictures! In Si Lom Road, Bangkok.

Greetings from BKK!

I never knew Songkran was crazy like this?

Photo taken in Si Lom Road, where Bangkok’s major water fight cemebration takes place. The whole street was made car free so people can walk and fight.

Silom road

More Silom road

Water everywhere

Fight fight. Our guns are useless tho.

Also street food stalls everywhere!

Photos is blurry because i had to use waterproof case and it somehow got blurry because of water.

Tuktuk to RCA.

“Where are you from?”

I’ve never thought about this question much before.

But then when I’m travelling, it’s always the first question they ask about me. “Where are you from? Chinese? Korean?”

Why does it matter so much? But I’m too nice so I never tell them “why does it matter?” Maybe I should tell them from now on.

“Where are you from?”

Tricky question, isn’t it! My English isn’t the best, I see this question similar like where you were born, but it also doesn’t make sense.

I was born in China, and spent most of my life so far in China, most of my education happened in China, Mandarin is the only language I can say I can speak fluently.

Does it mean I should tell people I’m from China? But still why does it matter?

To be honest, nowadays I feel more if a culture shock when I’m in China than when I’m in Europe.

Sometimes I think it’s not because I’ve been living outside China long enough, even when I live in China, I didn’t agree with a lot of common values there and find a lot of topics people are interested in not so interesting to me.

If someone living abroad for 20 years, should they say they are from the residence country? How about 30 years? It just doesn’t work this way, it all depends on how people view and identify themselves I believe.

Maybe I think too much about people asking where I’m from. Maybe they just curious because some people mistake me as Japanese or Korean.

But also it’s a dangerous question that I try to avoid asking others nowadays when I meet new friends. Because it’s too easy to categorize people this way.

Where I’m from isn’t important, which languages I speak isn’t important either. I don’t have to represent a certain group of people based on their nationality. I’m a citizen of this planet who happens to live in different countries, to speak a few (broken) languages and to travel around a bit.

Worst border crossing experience ever! (Padang Pesar to enter Thailand)

Yesterday I travelled from Penang to Bangkok and the Padang Besar border crossing to enter Thailand has been the worst border crossing ever!

Horrible experience.

Ironically it should be a super easy crossing point as you only need to show up board your train to BKK. I’ve read quite a few reports by my fellow Chinese passport holders online and reckoned it should be OK, many mentioned everything went smoothly, some mentioned you have to brought enough cash (10000 Thai baht) to show to the customs, that’s it.

I guess Padang Besar is also a border for a lot of people staying in Thailand with tourism visa to extend their visa every 3 months, so normally should be quite OK in this case.

There are two Padang Besar train stations, one at Malay side one at Thai side. The train to Bangkok passes both station but nowadays you can just board the train from Malay side, easier to connect your previous train from Malaysia.

When I tried to board my train as any other people before me, I was stopped after the customs saw my passport. I was actually quite prepared for the hassles at any border nowadays because of my passport (probably you already know, my passport is among the worst ones). So I tried to be polite and asked what the problem is. Customs woman looked super annoyed with me even though I didn’t do anything, she said you don’t have a photo which I don’t see any of the previous passengers before me gave them either. I told her you have a camera here, if she can help me make me one or find a photo booth then in this case. (I think that’s logical, visa on ARRIVAL right). Plus, I’ve read reports before, some saying no photo needed to show, so it’s apparently not necessary.

kinda hate this place now lol

So wtf is this? They just wanted to make my life difficult.

I asked again where I can take a photo nearby to can they let me through. She became very angry, saying there’s no way. I have to go cross the border by myself and take the train at the other station, they are closing now so I can’t just take a photo then return and take my train directly from there. Seriously wtf.

I was too tired to argue anymore after a long trip. There is one hour difference between two countries, but I was so busy can’t think about it at that moment. All I had in my mind is to find a photo booth, go to the two borders myself and stamp the passport, find the train station at Thai side and not to miss my train.

The customs woman doesn’t speak much English and I guess she’s too retarded to express everything in English. So better just to figure it out myself, I then walked a long way to reach the Malay border office downstairs ask them to help find a photo booth and Thai border.

This was the time I realised luckily I’m doing backpacking with a small backpack, because I could easily catch a motorbike ride, from border to border and then to the Thai side of train station, so I didn’t have to walk all the way in the 35 degree tropic sun.

To issue the visa on arrival at Thai border was also a hassle, it was another terrible woman, with again an annoyed face. I mean if you aren’t happy, then why should you still work there and make other people miserable? The woman at the visa office didn’t make much sense, she took my passport then she couldn’t remember where she put it, then it became that she already gave it back to me, but of course she didn’t. She insisted saying so until she found it, of course no apology, they are the boss 😉

What an idiot lol, I guess maybe she was too stupid she also forgot to charge me for the visa, of course I’m not gonna ask to pay… for such hassles they made for me? Unless I’m also an idiot. I asked that’s it? She said yes, and gave me a dirty face wtf, she said now go take your train. OK, fine, I don’t mind free visa then, even though it still didn’t compensate all the hassle I went through.

But really, f*ck it, Thai border at Padang Besar! And f*ck you, “Go cross border yourself” woman!

I was in a hurry to take some pictures of them, words can’t really describe how terrible they are, when you see it you understand better!

I mean, I love travelling, seeing people and learning their culture, which has absolutely nothing to do with how their government and authority is. I’m always a supportor for the borderless and cruelty free world, probably because of all these silliness and the stupid authority pride in all these places I’ve seen during my past travels.

Now enjoy Songkran in BKK.