One of the minor irritants here is when you are expecting a package in the mail – but you are not outside your house when the deliverman comes by. He leaves you a notice to pick up your package at the post office.
The post office is outside of town, a walk/taxi/walk for me. No problem for those with transport. Takes a little effort and time my poor way.
Anyway, I dovetailed the trip with a short meeting with a client, caught a taxi pretty quickly, and made the final trek along the highway, motorbikes zipping by my elbow both ways.
I took a number – there was about eight people waiting – and went into the adjoining area where I could mail a letter to my daughter. Less than 50 cents normal mail . Hope it makes it. The wait for the package took a bit longer – during which I began to wonder if I needed my passport for ID.
Damn! And couldn’t bluff my way through. Did the walk of shame back to the taxi pickup and took a red taxi instead of the green one, and had a very circuitus ride back to soi 80.
Will have to go back – with passport this time.
Another trek, the day before
I’ve been limiting my walking lately due to some knee issues, but feeling better yesterday I decided to investigate a grocery store I had heard a lot about – Big C.
This store predates the more modern Tesco groceries now in Hua Hin, but still allegedly offers prices below other groceries. I was curious. It is a bit past my usual walking distance, but I figured if I actually bought anything (I was taking my trusty backback), then I could jump on the back of a killer motorbike to get back.
Still, one way was a killer on my knees – and feet.
The store was a total dud in my eyes. Very little fresh food area, mostly packaged. Lots of canned and dried goods that I can only assume are cheaper than Tesco. I guess if you live in that part of town it is a convenient local grocery for everything but fresh vegetables, meats, seafood and alcohol.
The most interesting part of the walk, which bordered on dangerous at various points, was the stretch where various local artists painted murals of their late king. He was very loved by the people and was actually a truly benevolent monarch, starting a variety of programs to better his people and bring them into the modern era. I’m not a fan of kings but he apparently was a good one.
Here’s a selection of the 300-meter wall – the one “different” photo is what you typically see on the other side of the street: