sabato 30 dicembre 2017

Reflections of 2017 – part 2



Phuket Thailand in April
The James Bond island, famous as the backdrop from The Man With The Golden Gun, the face-off between Roger Moore's 007 with Scaramanga.

Asians and Westerners all posing, hands clasped together with index fingers pointing, loaded weapons ready for the photo opportunity. Seeing the 2 Asian ladies posing, so different in style and yet both so equally mesmerising…in a car-crash / "WTF" way!



The posture of the Chinese tourists in the waiting room....don't worry if it’s a public area, just relax, treat it like home. Belch, yawn, snort the phlegm in and eat it. It’s all perfectly acceptable. Oh, feeling a bit warm? Cool off by raising your t-shirt over your belly. That’s better…
On the return the air stewardess…. "boarding paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....". I think I was sitting by the time she ended that word (more on the local use of English at a later blog-date).

Tourists are weird. So interested in visiting other nations, seeing what must be seen, getting themselves as many photos as possible, and yet often so unthinking of local cultures, and what is appropriate.

The Chinese tourists are probably the worst we have seen overall, but not just from our trip to Thailand. When we went to buy a new TV in Mustafa's, Chinese tourists would loudly walk in front of everyone, no regard for people other than themselves, literally as if no-one else exists. It has just never happened, in any society where I have spent any time, that while shopping, looking at shampoo, with barely 30cm between you and the shelves, that someone comes and stands in front of you. And yet it happened to Roby. All it needed was a Chinese tourist who had an interest in looking at the same goods.

But in Phuket, it was the Russian tourists who stood out as the biggest wankers; no modesty on display, the women in bikinis, the men topless in shorts, all of them bright red from too much sun.

Still, the best tourist moment….(drum roll)…. goes to China and the Chinese gentleman pretending to take a photo of the rock formation, whereas when I passed behind him saw he was actually taking close-up photos of Russian cleavage.
Maybe such “materials” are not readily obtained from the internet in China? Or can only be secured at personal risk?
Just think, he might literally explode with excitement if he went to the Jeju Island sex park.

Tokyo in June
A trip by train to Kamakura, and walking on the beach. A sunny day, with children playing in the water, kites being flown.
The Westerners soaking as much sun as possible, the Asians wrapped up in clothes, wide-brimmed hats, arm covers, for fear of tanning, or sitting in little tents safe from the rays of Vitamin D while enjoying their more compressed views of the sea.
Weddings and newly-weds posing in town, being photographed by their official photographers, friends, and visiting strangers ;)
Eating tonkatsu in our favourite tonkatsu restaurant in the world, Katsukura in Shibuya.
Trends 2017, the Ishibe-san retirement party, and ending the night in a karaoke bar. “Big in Japan” by Alphaville was my song of choice.

“Oh Sole Mio” was our duet – needless to say we didn’t choose the song, it appeared on screen and 2 microphones appeared as if by magic in our hands.

‘course we nailed it.  ;)





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