My flight took off on-time from Suvarnabhumi airport in Bangkok aboard Air Asia on my journey to Penang, Malaysia.
This was a visa-run. I was leaving the Kingdom of Thailand to go to the Thai Consulate in Malaysia with a stack of paperwork in order to get my working papers.
The round-trip flight was 6,500 Baht and I exchanged an additional 4,000 Baht at TMB (Thai Military Bank) at the airport in order to save time when I arrived.
I did not take any luggage with me, just a heavy-mil plastic bag with the usual toiletries and a change of clothes, including shoes. I thought it amusing though, that the woman sitting two seats from me put the air sickness bag, snack attack in-flight menu, and flight safety information card in her bag as souvenirs, or as perhaps (in her mind) added compensation for her airfare.
I wasn't on a holiday, I was on a mission.
The plane landed at 9:50 am local time, and we were disembarking at 10 o'clock sharp.
No sooner did the plane land, I received 4 emails from the local cellular provider Maxis, offering me a deal. I ignored them since I knew my stay would be short.
If I were to stay longer, I would have purchased a local phone number and talk-time from one of the many vendors around the city.
Walking at a very brisk pace, I was the first to enter immigration, get cleared, pay 38 RM for a taxi to the Thai Consulate and off I went.
I arrived at 10:30 am and submitted the necessary forms. The work was done, now it was time to look-up a co-worker who arrived the previous day for the same task.
He was staying at the Continental Hotel in Georgetown (108 RM net per night) and recommended that I not stay there because of the loud music from a nearby club that doesn't let up until 2 am.
The taxi ride from the Thai Consulate to the Continental hotel in Georgetown was 12 RM.
I opted to stay at the Oriental, which is a hotel, just a couple of blocks from the Continental and one that I have stayed at before. A nice room was only 75 RM net.
It's been about three years since I've been to Pinang (the spelling that you see all over the city) and not only did I stay at the Oriental my last trip; I stayed in the same room (702).
My co-worker was on a tight schedule, since he didn't get much sleep the night before and opted to sleep until about 1 o'clock in the afternoon.
At a small café about halfway between our two hotels we sat and chatted over iced tea, but my eyes caught the eyes of two Japanese females having lunch. The glances between us continued.
My co-worker left at 1:30 to go to the Thai Consulate to pick up his non-immigrant business visa and I was left at the table, but not for long.
Known as not being shy, I got up and walked to the table with the "inviting eyes" and asked if I could join them.
After some awkward moments in language misunderstandings, we were joking and laughing about life, love, and work.
Ayaka is an office worker in Tokyo, 28 years old, and single. Her friend, the one with the great eyes, works in a restaurant in Tokyo, is 36 years old, and single. They both understood the expression "Christmas Cake" and we joked about it.
Go ahead, Google or Yahoo the term; "Christmas Cake Japan" and you'll learn that a Japanese girl who is not married by the age of 25 is referred to as "Christmas Cake" (an old maid) in traditional Japanese society.
Both of these girls could easily pass for being 22 to 25 years old. Amazing Asian beauty.
These girls weren't on a tour, they just needed to get away from the pace of Tokyo and were visiting friends in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, but decided to take a couple of days and explore Pinang.
I was surprised to learn that, they were disappointed in how dirty Tokyo has gotten over the past few years and that neither one of them was able to find "a man" to marry. (Guys, if you're listening, Tokyo appears to be a target rich environment for mates)
Polite, attractive, and warm smiles were hard to leave, but I had some areas of the city that I wanted to investigate. After exchanging email information and taking photos with the girls, we parted ways.
I know I'll see them again, perhaps in Bangkok and if not in Bangkok, on my next trip to Tokyo. (Soon)
Curious to see the influences of the Western World on the east, I walked about a kilometer to a local (and probably thee) mall in town.
Starbucks is everywhere, but the A & W Root Beer stand was closed for good and the signage removed. I know it was an A & W Root Beer stand, because on my last trip, I sat with a guy from Romania and just talked while we each had three A & W root beer floats and waited for our visas to be processed.
Yes, I know that's a bit sick, but when each of us hadn't had one in about 20 years, they went down real easy. Was it excessive? Yes, but sometimes you have to follow your childhood palette.
This recent trip, I admit, and only to you; I ate at McDonald's. I was just in the mood for a cheeseburger.
What surprised me was that on the left side of this McDonald's on the second floor, which is really the third level, in the Prangin Mall, there was an ice cream stand.
Not just a counter, but a soft-serve machine, large counter and all the fixings for a stand-alone ice cream store. I thought it clever that you could order ice cream, McFlurry and the like at the regular counter, but there was a separate operation inside the McDonald's that just catered to the sweet-tooth in all of us.
The local military had a very intimidating display on the ground floor of the mall. There was a fully functional, triple load missile launcher, tripod, and computer guidance system for your viewing pleasure. There were no missiles, of course, but the sunglass-wearing, camouflage-dressed soldiers added that ready-for-combat flavor.
Also circulating the mall were stone-faced security guards with double-pump shotguns strapped to their backs... and yes, I felt quite safe in Malaysia.
Malaysia is mostly Muslim. The people are warm, friendly, many speak English well, and all seem to be trying to make a better life for themselves and their families. At sunrise and sunset, you'll hear the prayers being broadcast on the street.
One way to find out the thinking of a country is to visit its bookstores and music stores. I went to a store called POPULAR on the 4th floor of the mall (5th level) and immediately spotted a best seller.
The title is what really grabbed my attention; "How To Use The Internet To Earn US Dollars In Your Pajamas"
I glanced at the book, but just to show you how "the world" knows that Americans are consumers, on the back of this book it went on to state: "An Asian Internet Entrepreneur's Eye-Popping, Jaw-Dropping And Mind-Boggling Account On How You Can Make Lots Of Money From The Americans Without Ever Having To Leave Your Home Or Sell It In The Process!"
Are Americans (and I really think they mean U.S. Citizens) really viewed as the "Kings and Queens of Consumption" by the rest of the world, or at least the Asian world?
I'll leave the answer to you, but when I saw that book a light bulb went off in my head. What are they (Americans) willing to buy next?
One of the more comical moments was when I entered the elevator of my hotel with four young Chinese men and I asked, "So, which floor is the poker game on?"
They all chuckled and the leader of the group told me this truism as he put it; He said, "When two or more China-men get together it's perceived as one of two things, either it's a secret society or they're gambling."
His words, not mine and there's a very large population of Chinese in Malaysia. All-in-all, it's a very pleasant country, which brings me to another tale.
In the evening and on every trip, I thumb through the yellow pages of the city that I am in, looking for ideas for businesses, or products and services that are not available.
This tidbit has two sides to it; one side is what the traveler sees and the other side is what the traveler doesn't see.
I looked under the headings of massage, massage parlors, escort services, go-go bars, and men's clubs and came up empty.
Yes, there are lots of bars, pubs, and clubs to go drink, dance, and carouse, but no blatant display of adult entertainment.
You have to understand, I live, work, and play in Bangkok where just about everything is available 24 hours a day. All of the vices may not be legal, but most are available.
Male tourism was up more than 15 percent in 2007. Despite the tourism authority's efforts to promote the country to women, the number of female visitors to Thailand declined by more than 10 percent last year.
Now, the other side of the story, which comes from one of my taxi drivers in Pinang. We'll leave his name out in order to tell you truthfully what he told me.
Following an exchange of pleasantries on our way to the Thai Consulate, we were headed toward the airport and my departure flight.
(The only luggage I had on my return flight was a #10 envelope with some papers, money, and my passport. I left everything else in my hotel room for the housekeeping people to keep or find a home for. So, the next time that you're in Pinang, Malaysia and you see a guy with red letters on his left sleeve cuff that spell "LAZZ", it's my old shirt and the pink-stained Converse Chuck Taylor's will be easy to spot too.)
The driver is married with four children. I'm divorced with no children. He told me that, "You are lucky, you buy the milk and do not have to support the cow and deal with the problems of such an obligation."
I clearly understood the meaning of his message and told him that there were great benefits to being a man with a family. I also mentioned my fingers doing the walking in the yellow pages the night before and discovering very little to discover.
He chuckled and said, "All taxi drivers know where to go for fun. I am married, but sometimes I need fun and it is available, but not like Bangkok."
Since I have no intention of buying a cow anytime soon, I'll keep the taxi driver's wisdom with me for future reference, just in case I get tempted.
Malaysia is a wonderful country with many fine hotels, restaurants, beaches, and interesting and polite people.
My total trip cost me 12,000 Baht, which translates to approximately $386.
I probably would have spent more if I went out partying, but remember, I live in Bangkok where every day is a party and every weekend is a holiday vacation.
The race track was closed, which was probably a good thing for me and I never got to check out the building that had big bold letters that read: "Moral Uplifting Society."
Despite the great weather, delicious food, and wonderful people in Pinang, Malaysia; Bangkok, Thailand will remain my home for now.
Lazz Laszlo is a former Investment Executive and Radio & Television Financial Reporter with many entrepreneurial endeavors to his credit. He spends his time as an emcee, public speaker, enjoying life and writing about business, travel, retirement, strategy, and pleasure. To learn more, please visit Lazz's website; [http://www.925-wage-slave-alternatives.com]