Taste of Thailand

Day 147

'In a traditional wedding ceremony, seven-year old tribal girl Pushpa married a stray dog yesterday. Village elders said the girl had to be married because she had a tooth rooted to her upper gum which is considered a bad omen by the tribal community. By marrying a stray dog, the tribals believe it would rid her of any evil spell.'
Has to be my favourite story from today's Bangkok Post as I take a rest from my Chiang Mai exploring.
Wish I could show you the picture as the hound was quite a looker.

No surprise here but they ain't half a lot of single western middle aged men wandering the streets. Can't see me strolling around in 20 years looking for Ting Tong but you never know ay. Sad bastards.

Got my bartering skills sorted and managed to get a tuk-tuk ride for next to nothing. Can't help laughing my head off when I'm in the back of one of those things. Flying round the streets, giving way to no-one. Better than any rollercoaster ride. Glad I don't wear a wig or it would have been in the gutter.

Staying at the Whitehouse guesthouse now in the centre of Chiang Mai. My posh hotel was good, but it was on the outskirts and full of old farts, so I decided to downgrade my accommodation and upgrade my location and house mates.
Jimmy who runs the place can't do enough for me, and I even have skysports in the room so just saw highlights of the Swans losing to the MK Dons. Always thought Willy was amazing. They obviously only lost cause I was watching, the swines.

Investigated the Night Bazaar here, which is basically a big market, but in the dark.
Didn't take me long to get annoyed by another yank. He was bellowing at his mate to get him a raspberry frappucino, sunny side up, on the rocks or some cheesy American shite.
His mate was less than a metre from him, but he could have heard him if he was in Vietnam.
I actually stared at him, with a look of severe loathing, hoping he would turn my way, but he failed to glance in my direction, and therefore missed my stare of doom.
In case you hadn't realised of all the species I have encountered on the road its the bloody yanks who have caused by far the most irritation. Not only are they louder than a motorhead concert, they talk such utter cheese and shit, I would gladly melt their faces with a paint stripper.
Good, got that off my chest.

The Whitehouse is a very friendly place. The owners are nice and even their little puppy has taken to me. She keeps curling up on my lap whenever I sit down for a beer or a coffee. I'm one for attracting the mutts.
Don't have a dodgy tooth though so I won't propose just yet.
The peppermint café just up the road is also cool. One of the waitresses is insane and for some reason we keep talking about chicken sandwiches. She is very nice though.
Popped in for breakfast this morning before my train ride back to Bangkok, and then towards the River Kwai and its well known bridge.
She shouted chicken sandwich at me as I walked past so I had to go in. Pancakes are nice too.