Yeah right. It’s amazing being here to see just how much the media over-egg a situation. Hundreds and thousands of protesters have been just up the road from where I’ve been staying for the last five days. And they’re a lovely bunch. All smiles and waves as they beat their political drum over the tannoy and sing and dance in the street. I road through, walked through, sauntered through. No problem.
Now a few of ’em have found the matches the media declare it a warzone. Raylee arrived from Sydney last night and because the toilet tissue of a taxi driver dropped us off a million miles from anywhere we had a forty minute walk through the protesters to the hotel, at midnight.
Folks offered us vodka and to sit and chat for a while, they wondered where we were going and where we’d been but only in a ‘how strange you’re here at this time of night’ kind of way. A great bunch.
Yet Nicholas Witchell and his Trevor McDonald tell us to wear our tin hats and put out the flames engulfing our trousers legs. Yet a kilometre away, in the heart of the city, there’s a billion people chucking water over each and having a great old time in the name of the Thai new year. Show us that you deceivers. Tell us that people are having fun amongst the miniscule mayhem and stop spinning the yarn. Makes you wonder what else they tell us is pie in the sky.
Anyway… I’ve just had a beef burger for the first time with mustard and I thought it was rather nice.