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GOD BLESS PHOTOGRAPHY

I'm staying at the Vientai hotel in Thailand and I want to go to the Oriental hotel.  Geographically speaking they are very near each other.  The Oriental is world famous, and Thai famous, and Bangkok famous.  And any taxi driver will recognize the word Oriental now matter how badly mangled by a Dane, or a German, or an Aussie, or me.  This will be easy.  Who said that?  No, this won't be easy.  It will be a tourist nightmare.  I start out flagging down taxis in front of the Vientai hotel.  What could be easier?  Complete incomprehension.  You would think I was asking to be taken to a crater on the back side of the moon.  No, even that is too easy.  You would think I was asking to be taken to the planet Zebron in the Fimgali galaxy.

So I walk two blocks over to where there is a round-a-bout with a lot of traffic.  This should increase my odds.  Nada.  Goose Egg.  Nothing.  Bupkus.  Zero.  I could probably walk to the Oriental hotel if I knew what I was doing but no one in the taxi business ever heard of one of the world's most famous hotels in their neighborhood.  Then I get an idea. 

I go back to the Vientai hotel and have one of the nice girls behind the front desk write Oriental hotel in Thai on a piece of paper.  At least that is what I think they wrote.  They might have written:

"Beware of this crazy tourist." 

At least I am trying.  Back to the round-a-bout.  I show the paper with the words Oriental hotel, and I show the paper with the words Oriental hotel, and I show the paper with the words Oriental hotel written in Thai to taxi drivers.  You'd think I was asking a dog to decipher the Rosetta Stone.  None of the taxi drivers read Thai . . . !  Then I get another idea so clever that I should receive the Nobel Prize for tourists.  I go to a pharmacy and I buy a postcard that has a picture of the Oriental hotel.  The very first taxi driver takes me there.

God bless postcards.  God bless photography.

 

 

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