I messed up a bus ticket back from Paris. Pretty much broke, I spent two nights strolling round Paris with only enough money for sandwich fillings, (ie.sardines or jam) and a bottle of wine. Odd experience it was.
Looking back now, I would never have hauled my lazy sloth ass around that much of Paris and seen so much otherwise. Bastille day fireworks an boats by the River Seine while supping fine red wine and dry bread with my sports bag (not a rucksack) beside me.
I saw many French bakeries shut early afternoons, a few put that mornings unsold bread on a table outside for free. Great.
Into he Metro at 6am, few hours sleep.
Now 8yrs later I look back and think ''that was bloody great''
Couple of amused cops bought me a bottle of orange juice, I'd attempted to stretch out on a park bench. Being well dressed with my posh bag they asked me a lot of silly questions. I explained why and they laughed at me.
.....and I ate half a pizza out of a bin, it was still in its box. Lovely it was.
Fucked if I was gonna call up anyone.
Hehe..Sounds like an experience. I like getting lost too wandering around. I always find something new to discover. I still do that when I move to a new place. I walk around my area to see where everything is located. It is a bit scary when you are by yourself (as a female) in a foreign country for the first time. Never stopped me before though.
Good to hear how TD members have avoided 'begpacking'. I'll tell my story.
Some years ago, when my dear old Mum died, I promised to go back to the UK for her funeral. At that time, I had been royally-shafted by my mad Thai ex, and money was tight. I managed to scrape together the return airfare to the UK and a small amount to pay in a dosshouse hotel (my wonderful ex English wife refused to let me sleep on the sofa in her house - git!).
I bought a single air ticket to Heathrow, (because I wasn't yet sure when the funeral/lawyer requirements would be completed). I flew to the UK, attended my Mum's funeral, completed all lawer documents and went back to Heathrow to buy a ticket back to BKK.
Imagine my horror to discover that tickets from London to BKK were more expensive than from BKK to London! I didn't have enough cash to get home. 'Is there any cheaper ticket via anywhere' I asked the travel agent. 'Yes, you have just enough money to fly to BKK on Egypt Air via Cairo' was the reply.
So I bought that ticket via Cairo and then had another problem - the flight would leave in 3 days time!
I had a few pennies left. I spent 3 days and nights at Heathrow, spending the days walking between terminals, drinking water, eating the cheapest of foods. At night, I slept on the (bloody hard) metal benches.
On the second night, the police asked why I was there, and after my explanation, they wrote out a ticket to allow me to stay in the terminals and not be kicked out into the cold (it was February).
I finally checked in for my flight via Cairo, only to be told that I couldn't board because I didn't have 20,000 baht equivalent in cash and nor did I have a return ticket. It took a lot of convincing of the ground staff that I really did live in Thailand for many years.
Finally, I was allowed to board an almost empty plane, with a change of planes in Cairo for an uneventful flight back to BKK.
After that incident, I vowed never again to be caught short of cash. Avoiding future marriage and/or greedy GFs has helped me to keep that promise...
Groping women when you're old is fine - everyone thinks you're senile
I must admit my food budget (around 22 euros) for those 2 nights was dented by a big pack of Lucky Strike tobacco. But needs must...
What is this poor bastard's story? Looks like a begging cup to me.
Big leg is a beggar of convenience. I seem to recall this fucker has been flown home numerous times but he keeps coming back.
Scrounger dubbed 'big-legged beggar' banned from Thailand | Daily Mail Online
In Korea now. I doubt they will let him get away with it too long.
https://coconuts.co/bangkok/news/big...-women-photos/
^He was pictured in Africa recently, gloating with his 2 girlfriends. He appears to be blogging now. Read it on Pattaya One.
^^ & ^ fukn hell. it takes all kinds...
Certainly blew a shoe, that one...
Many shoe shops only display one of a pair of shoes. Promising scenario but he can hardly do a runner...
Doing a 'hopper'......
....only Mr Bean could pull that off...remember his shoe shop sketch....
You ever thought of flogging your travel pics Pat?
Be fun to read the facebook comments of your pics of BTS construction, short time hotels, smiling 2 fingered selfies on the Death Railway and views of university campuses and National parks from behund the paying booth
Haven't seen it.
Have you seen Around The World in Eighty Trades?
Interesting. London economist gives up sells his flat and decides to travel the world funding his travels by making trades. For example while in South Africa he buys hundreds of bottles of red wine, goes to Shanghai and flogs them for a profit, buys coffee beans somewhere, sells them in the next country or in that country, tequila, jade, chilli sauce...lots of different things and uses the profit to buy the next product and go on to the next country.
When he got back to London (with timber I think) he'd broken even...I think. It was a few years ago.
Make public my photos, only to have them trashed by the FB trolls? I'd be inviting ego killing comments and would end up miserable.
Maybe could add the BTS pics to that worldwide metro website that details lines from all cities. (read it once or twice)
I've stayed in a lot of hotels for a short time, but never for short time. I prefer a lie in the next day.Originally Posted by Dillinger
I do recall watching that programme and I did question the authenticity of it , whether all the costs involved were met by himself or the programme makers
When he had the jade expert with him for a few days in China, searching for jade from its source, did he pay the jade expert for his time or was that paid for by the TV company
There was a reality show last year where a London taxi driver swapped his black cab for a motorised taxi thing with a seat behind, in Cambodia, for a week. He went about earning a 'living' for a week, swapping the big bucks punters of London for the paltry fares he was getting on the bike.
He got to know the driver, his family and kids,socialised with them, eating with them.
He seemed really touched by their plight of hard work, low wages and ramshackle living conditions. They weren't dirt poor, but they got by. The wife had a job sewing stuff together using a foot powered machine.
At the end of the show the cabbie gave the family a gift, a brand new electric sewing machine. They were delighted, as it would mean more work and faster progress without sore ankes.
Great to watch, and if that was all faked, they did a bloody good job of it.
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