Reporting Live From Korat City
So far my findings are thus:
People: lots and lots of the bastards.
Cars and motorcycles: driven by folk who hold absolutely no regard for the highway code - disgraceful. Not to mention the neanderthol who designed the in-city infrastucture, it's like it was designed with a view to killing people. You need to be that bird from The Exorcist in order to check your blind spots here...and the less said about the prat who decided that the place merits traffic lights every 5 fucking metres, the better.
Humidity: brain curdling, arse-buggering, comatose inducing humidity. Here in the city, one doesn't walk to the shop, one has to break into a front fucking crawl in order to get anywhere.
Local City Folk: Using you as a lab rat - 'sorry, mate. You could be speaking fucking Swahili for all I know but that definitely isn't English. Find some other fucker to voice your incomprehensible ramblings to and fuck off out of my face.'
However, I am currently enjoying an extremely efficient internet service for the first time ever, and if I haven't wanked myself to death within the next week I shall further my investigations.
Somtamslap, BBC News, Beiruit.