The guest house is located on a very nice street called Moonmuang Soi 9. It it a residential area with trees and plants, houses and animals, and lots of little restaurant-shacks and other businesses like massage parlors, tattoo parlors, hair salons, laundry shops, convenience store-shacks, and a ton of other little random stuff. I wake up in the morning and go across the street and order an "American" breakfast; eggs, toast, fresh fruit and orange juice. People walk by on the street who look like they just rolled out of bed, hair sticking up, clothes all rumpled, looking like they desperately need a cup of coffee! That's what I love about here, there is no pretense, no makeup, people just show up as they are. This morning I was eating and one of the staff came out, apparently from the shower because her head was still wrapped in a towel, and started taking orders.
I call them shacks; they're not exactly shacks but they are certainly not restaurants like we have in the states. As far as I can tell, there is a house in the back and they put up a shelter, like a carport in the front, with a kitchen and chairs and tables. When they close, they just pull down a giant metal rolling door and lock it all up. |
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