Spent a few hours this morning at the Chiangmai Immigration Office. P hates visiting the Immigration Office, it's a big hassle and the queue is horrendous. We sat ourselves down at one corner, and as usual, people-watched.
There are the usual farangs (Americans, Swiss, Germans etc.) and some Asians (Japs, some Chinese, a couple of Filipinos, Burmese etc.). Sitting right next to me was a Chinese who broke the silence and spoke to a backpacker across from him in English. A while later, he spoke to his lady friend in Thai then to a Chinese businessman he just met in Mandarin. A Burmese monk standing by the exit door was talking to a Caucasian man (self-proclaimed writer) in perfect English with a distinct American accent. Kids (obviously of mixed parentage) walked in and out, following closely behind their Farang dads, Thai mums (the usual case, though the reverse is not uncommon).
Welcome to United Nations.
There are the usual farangs (Americans, Swiss, Germans etc.) and some Asians (Japs, some Chinese, a couple of Filipinos, Burmese etc.). Sitting right next to me was a Chinese who broke the silence and spoke to a backpacker across from him in English. A while later, he spoke to his lady friend in Thai then to a Chinese businessman he just met in Mandarin. A Burmese monk standing by the exit door was talking to a Caucasian man (self-proclaimed writer) in perfect English with a distinct American accent. Kids (obviously of mixed parentage) walked in and out, following closely behind their Farang dads, Thai mums (the usual case, though the reverse is not uncommon).
Welcome to United Nations.
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