The answer isn't 42 after all

Dear Marms

I have been writing to you for some time now and besides a few posed photos of you lazing you haven't actually put paw to keypad and said anything profound or indeed, anything at all. No woofs, not even a whimper.

Yesterday, of all days, you would have liked the beach and the hasta manana atmosphere. As soon as I arrived and hit the beach I felt that this was definitely a bit of heaven on earth. Then I got too hot and needed shade - definitely this place needs more shade - even the water was too warm to be refreshing. I sat at a beach cafe and had a beer and then I thought this really is the answer and it is not 42. Douglas Adams go it wrong.

I then walked down Walking Street, the main drag, and that was like so many other parts of Thailand - same shops - same tat - same bars - same beer drinkers. In fact I am convinced that on previous trips to Thailand I had seen these actual people.

These self-same people were strolling down the only main street again at night. The lady-boys unenthusiastcally encouraged these people to eat at their restaurant, but to be honest, many of the eateries were mostly empty. I wonder whether using these transgender people is exploitation. Does sex sell food?

At night, Pattaya Beach rivals Orchard Road for glitz and sparkle. In front of the beachside restaurants brazier fires, fire dancers, laser displays and a 4 metre high white Christmas tree lit up the beach -so much so- it was like daylight. There is a genuine buzz about the place in a chillaxed sort of way.

I am glad that i visited this place and shared it with over 20 stray dogs and probably a thousand tourists. This might not be the answer, but I now know it certainly isn't 42.

Don't get me wrong. I love this place but being here alone I am glad my stay is short and sweet so I'll leave here happy and  wishing for more.

I am currently sitting in the sand at the ferry terminal in my boots bought for the Trans Siberian leg of the trip; looking quite out of place. I find it easier to wear them than carry them. Should I let people around me know that? I have been told by the waiter that the desk for the ferry is down the beach on the left. I shall clomp on over once my coffee is downed.

The next leg begins... onward and northbound.. Love A