We said the tip was for the little boy. The lady told him to put it into his pocket. When we got up to leave I saw that he was clapping his hands giddily.
Tag: Hat Yai
A Difficult Arrival in Phuket
About four hours into our 7.5-hour ride from Hat Yai to Phuket, the bus driver stopped for a break. I saw two ladies selling fried bananas and sweet potatoes. Then, I realized…
Gods and Buddhas in the Park
On our way down we heard wind chimes. They were actually heart-shaped aluminum sheets tied to porcelain bells. Written on the sheets are people’s prayers.
Confused by Languages
Hearing an ethnic Chinese speak in Malay, he asked where I’m from. “Malaysia.” He looked over at Kenric and seemed more confused.
Hat Yai, a Strange Place
We were the only customers until a family of about ten people came in. Of all the empty tables the server insisted they sit right next to us.