Yesterday was a trip. I was walking around in my neighborhood and this guy started talking to me. He wasn't a taxi driver which was nice. We were chatting for a bit. He was a teacher at one of the local schools. A real sweet guy, he gave me some useful advice and even drew on my map some places I should go. He also taught me some useful phrases.
I flagged down a tuktuk driver we agreed on where he would take me. At one of the temples I was walking around and one of the tourist police approached me. He was nice, offered me some more advice and also drew on my map. He noticed that somebody had already drawn on it but he added a few things. So this guy works for the government which is why I couldn't understand why he was encouraging me so much to go to this garment shop. Seriously, he was really pushing it. So I said goodbye, and the driver insisted that we stop at this place before he takes me back. So he ends up taking me to the exact garment shop mr. tourist police was talking about. I figured this was some conspiracy. I walked in and they immediately started selling me suits and shit. I ended up buying a shirt. I didn't want to buy it but I was afraid they might kill me. I suppose the plus side that now I will have a really nice tailored shirt (bringing my tailored shirt count to 1). The shitty thing is I have to carry it around in my bag for five months.
Later on I met a guy that I met in NZ. How nuts is that? He was an asshole in NZ and was still and asshole.
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Yeah, good call on just buying the shirt, especially when there's TOURIST police (?!?). How much did it come out to? And it's definitely worth holding onto (if they tailor it well), you may have some ladyboys to impress in the future... ;)
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