I won’t exactly call it a “den of thieves” or a “lawless pit of despair” or a “labyrinth of mind-numbingly ruthless criminals and vagrants” but I will say that this post represents about 4% of the theft warning signs I encountered going through Thailand and Cambodia.
From pickpocket signs in the middle of a holy temple, to markets where you can buy hookers, hats and fake passports, to the poorly-repaired kicked-in door of my hotel room, it was definitely a colorful experience. The funny thing is, after traveling through Cambodia and coming back to Bangkok, I felt safer than a toothbrush in West Virginia.
If Thailand is third world, then Cambodia ranks in the double-digits. Don’t get me wrong, both places are pretty damn amazing, and the cheap custom Thai suit I got is top-notch, but let’s just say I now know where they film those “just 18 cents a day can save this poor child” commercials.
My heart goes out to those kids, it really does, I’m just glad I made it home with (almost) everything.
More to come from Southeast Asia.
Posted by Dan