I recently greeted some friends from the UK.
One of the most striking aspects of their journey — because, don’t you know, every trip to Thailand has to be a journey — was the slow shedding of clothes (and dignity) between arrival and departure.
Brits are the world’s worst offenders for misjudging the climate of their holiday destinations.
My friends were no exception, and so:
Tight jeans made way for board shorts.
Smart shoes made way for 50 baht flip-flops.
White skin made way for seared carcass of lobster.
If you could flick through a picture book of the holiday, it would resemble a 2 week striptease.
This transformation in dress-sense to Lost Hobo Abroad doesn’t only betray the tourist — it also reveals how much longer he has to endure his own dirty laundry before boarding time.
Take the singha tank top:
Signha tanktop
Come on, pal.
We all know what this means.
“It’s my last day, I’m out of clothes, and this is all I could afford from MBK.”
“Mummy, please pick me up from the airport.”