I thought it was time to take a walk.
First was a meal advertised for 99 baht.
Stake and chips and big peas.
When the bill came, I knew I had been ripped off.
They charged me 399 baht.
I put it down to the long nose tax.
It's quiet for a Monday.
Honey Massage.
Shall I?
No, I was resolved to film this walk.
I had read about this area in a Jake Needham novel: And Brother It's Starting to Rain.
It's as if the novelist had walked these same streets.
It was a carbon copy of the real thing.
There's something to be said about accuracy.
No thanks.
And no thanks again.
I just wasn't ready for a massage.
The thrill was the chase.
Chasing down that street and getting live footage.
Google Maps was good, but it didn't come close to the real thing.
I could even smell the offerings on a shrine laden with goodies: pork, incense burning, candles flicking and odorless flowers.
You couldn't get that kind of interaction on Google Maps.
When are they going to film live, segments of roads?
It would be Big Brother, all over again.
But a great place to research.
Who is to say that they aren't doing live footage and keeping it for the authorities.
At any one time, you are bound to catch a crook.
Who was that who just walked into a massage parlor?
'I'm the local ecstasy dealer.'
So you sell real estate in Pattaya?
Money is god. Even the police will buy that if they get their payoffs.
Surveillance has never got any better.
The internet gave us reality, meshed with the real world, we are truly always on stage.
There is no exiting this stage.
I stop at a bar.
The live music won't affect my copyright.
Everyone is relaxed.
Even the old timers are less uptight.
Either run with the internet or become a recluse in a Tibetan monastery.
We are offering a service.
If you can't travel then just watch our videos.
All is not bleak in the information age.
If you aren't' doing anything wrong, then don't worry.
That's why Google and Apple were having bi-weekly meetings with the Obama administration at the White House.
To see how they could police their citizens better.
'Get that fucking camera off me,' says one Brit with tattoos all over his body.
Take it easy buddy, I say, pointing to three other live bloggers I knew who were active in the area.
'When I stop filming, others will take my place. Get used to the information age.'
First was a meal advertised for 99 baht.
Stake and chips and big peas.
When the bill came, I knew I had been ripped off.
They charged me 399 baht.
I put it down to the long nose tax.
It's quiet for a Monday.
Honey Massage.
Shall I?
No, I was resolved to film this walk.
I had read about this area in a Jake Needham novel: And Brother It's Starting to Rain.
It's as if the novelist had walked these same streets.
It was a carbon copy of the real thing.
There's something to be said about accuracy.
No thanks.
And no thanks again.
I just wasn't ready for a massage.
The thrill was the chase.
Chasing down that street and getting live footage.
Google Maps was good, but it didn't come close to the real thing.
I could even smell the offerings on a shrine laden with goodies: pork, incense burning, candles flicking and odorless flowers.
You couldn't get that kind of interaction on Google Maps.
When are they going to film live, segments of roads?
It would be Big Brother, all over again.
But a great place to research.
Who is to say that they aren't doing live footage and keeping it for the authorities.
At any one time, you are bound to catch a crook.
Who was that who just walked into a massage parlor?
'I'm the local ecstasy dealer.'
So you sell real estate in Pattaya?
Money is god. Even the police will buy that if they get their payoffs.
Surveillance has never got any better.
The internet gave us reality, meshed with the real world, we are truly always on stage.
There is no exiting this stage.
I stop at a bar.
The live music won't affect my copyright.
Everyone is relaxed.
Even the old timers are less uptight.
Either run with the internet or become a recluse in a Tibetan monastery.
We are offering a service.
If you can't travel then just watch our videos.
All is not bleak in the information age.
If you aren't' doing anything wrong, then don't worry.
That's why Google and Apple were having bi-weekly meetings with the Obama administration at the White House.
To see how they could police their citizens better.
'Get that fucking camera off me,' says one Brit with tattoos all over his body.
Take it easy buddy, I say, pointing to three other live bloggers I knew who were active in the area.
'When I stop filming, others will take my place. Get used to the information age.'
