panadolsandwich Posted August 4, 2012 Report Share Posted August 4, 2012 I had to extend a visa in Bangkok recently, in what was to me going to be an exruciating experience, I'd had the forethought to get utterly smashed on the previous night. I awoke like a startled animal. I nearly broke the fire alarm panel in my panic to take a lid off a stubborn Chang Export. Once I was on my way, I returned to my room no less than three times, to gather sundries like passport, keys, money - oh aye and kick some rainbow 4 girl out of there. I finally swayed onto soi 4 and managed to get a taxi to take me to middle earth pondering the significance of the number 4, nursing the kind of hangover that would make strong men weep.... I made it there and successfuly vaulted the obstacles after wandering lazily about some large atrium - you are apparently not meant to do that so an official ushered me, a ticketed number was given me and I entered the painful world of bureaucratic nightmare. I watched while the bureaucratic lazy bastards drank their coffee, and read their newspapers, and all together seemed totally insensitive to my needs - which appeared to be a good steak and eggs and a half a pint of good scotch. followed by 36 hours sleep. I watched them with an increasingly fuming anger. I looked around me and I was the only farang and a seemingly endless line of Indian / Burmese / Vietnamese / Cambodians all appeared to have a ticket of much lower denomination. My blood was boiling when a Immigration Colonel plucked me out of the line and took me to a cubicle. He turned out to be my saviour. We had a long and very friendly chat and my passport was stamped and dealt with in the space of our 15 minute chat. He seemed disappointed that our session was over as a very pretty girl brought him a coffee, and my stamped passport. We'd started in English, but then just ended up talking Thai - I'd gathered he'd soon be having to deal with the Indians, but ecstatic about this singular good fortune of being out of there by 9am I didn't comment. I thanked him very heartily and then he offered me kanom - a package of biscuits from this sack he had. I joked that I'd enjoy them much more if the thon lady that brought him the coffee could give me a cup too, to go along with the biscuits. Strangely his face contorted, in an almost rage - then he relaxed and just laughed and said something like (because it was no longer polite - I had a bit of trouble understanding him) - you young rascals will try anything on these days, but not unkindly and I sensed almost admiringly. In the taxi enroute to soi 4 I opened the package of biscuits and found 5 condoms in there. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mekong Posted August 5, 2012 Report Share Posted August 5, 2012 What a load of Bollox, if you are going to try creative writing at least get your facts right. Burmese / Cambodians / Vietnamese visa's are taken care of at Suan Phlu immigration office not at Chaeng Wattana. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Horneytorney Posted August 5, 2012 Report Share Posted August 5, 2012 creative writing does not need to care about such unnecessary details; immigration office for all countries could also be in the basement of the Nana hotel! nice try, panadolsandwich! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
panadolsandwich Posted August 5, 2012 Author Report Share Posted August 5, 2012 What a load of Bollox, if you are going to try creative writing at least get your facts right. Burmese / Cambodians / Vietnamese visa's are taken care of at Suan Phlu immigration office not at Chaeng Wattana. It's a true story and I promise I didn't make it up, and that was my impression at the time. Perhaps they were all Chinese LOL. Perhaps in hindsight I imagined them too. Certainly all aliens... Boy - try to tell a light hearted story and then watch the flak fly. : Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gobbledonk Posted August 5, 2012 Report Share Posted August 5, 2012 You've just been Kong'd - it would have been worse coming from ThaiHome. That c*nt knows everything, but at least neither of them try to lecture me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
waerth Posted August 5, 2012 Report Share Posted August 5, 2012 On a totally different note the last time I went there this last monday afternoon I was in and out in 30 minutes with my visa extended. No pain at all. They just told me that they were disappointed that I was only in 2 episodes of a soap they watch I told them I was disappointed to as I could have used the money and work and they laughed. Thai immigration in my experience really are very nice people if you approach them the right way W Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flashermac Posted August 5, 2012 Report Share Posted August 5, 2012 In recent years, they have been quite friendly. Wasn't always like that though. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The_Munchmaster Posted August 5, 2012 Report Share Posted August 5, 2012 ...In the taxi enroute to soi 4 I opened the package of biscuits and found 5 condoms in there. Did they taste good? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cavanami Posted August 6, 2012 Report Share Posted August 6, 2012 It's a true story and I promise I didn't make it up, and that was my impression at the time. Perhaps they were all Chinese LOL. Perhaps in hindsight I imagined them too. Certainly all aliens... Boy - try to tell a light hearted story and then watch the flak fly. : ...nice story! Thai Immi is always a story in itself!! Of course I have never had occasion to grind my gears with Thai Immi Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YimSiam Posted August 7, 2012 Report Share Posted August 7, 2012 In the taxi enroute to soi 4 I opened the package of biscuits and found 5 condoms in there. And then...? Keep going! I've stopped trying to differentiate truth from fiction, it's just about whether I'm entertained or not - and this may turn out entertaining! (No more differentiating, that is, except when it comes to potential ladyboys, then I still put on my investigatory cap! One can't be too careful these days, I swear the post-ops are multiplying like rabbits...) YimSiam Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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