On my previous visit to Patong Beach I stayed with a friend of mine, master photographer Ben Heys. Upon arriving he warned me about the pushy tailors who would try to shake the hands of tourists as they walked past. Trick is, they wouldn’t let go! For reasons unknown I, the suit-wearing businessman, was able to resist the automatic reaction to shake a pro-offered hand while Ben, the reclusive artist, controlled the impulse only after a week.
In the wrong mood the pushy salespeople who line the streets of Patong Beach can be extremely irritating. Here are some tactics to deal with them when you’re not in a shopping mood:
- if they call out to you (and they will) acknowledge them with a smile and keep walking;
- avoid shaking out-stretched hands unless you’re in the mood for a lengthy hard-sell;
- glance over their goods as you walk by (most times they will leave you alone if you simply, without breaking stride, check out what they have to offer); and,
- walk behind other tourists and let them be targetted rather than you.
Most of all, don’t forget common courtesy in the land of smiles. More irritating to me than pushy sales people are rude tourists, like those who completely ignore a waitress whose job it is to welcome customers to a restaurant. A quick smile and a shake of the head is sufficient to tell her that you’re either not yet hungry or not interested in that restaurant.
As I soak up the sun, smells and sounds of Patong Beach a smiling face appears above my borrowed copy of The Life of Pi. Yesterday a Jet Ski hire operator had waved to me and I had given him a friendly wave before he dashed back to his duties. Now Op asks me how I am, where I’m from and if I’m travelling alone. The usual dance leading up to the sales pitch but I play along until we get down to it: No, thanks, I don’t want a Jet Ski today.
Prior to spending this time in Chiang Mai I had visited Phuket for three weeks last year. I love the Thai people, their culture, and their beautiful land. (I’m not so wild about being called “Harry Potter” by many of the Thai girls here – it really is a mystery to me how they make any visual connection between me and Daniel Radcliffe – but that’s a minor thing, really.)
It was actually quite by chance that we had stumbled across the tailor to which we were referred. We hadn’t gone looking for it that day. We weren’t even going to go in that particular day but there was a free map outside the shop and I needed my bearings.
The pancake (“rotee”) vendor makes only pancakes, too. Different flavours but they’re all just pancakes.
While in Chiang Mai we visited an elephant training camp where we saw an elephant show and took a ride on an elephant. While we had already paid our tour fee there was always an opportunity to hand over more money. At the show we bought bananas (40 baht) to feed the elephants and during the ride we were told on four different occassions that the elephant was hungry (and thus that it was time to hand over another 20 baht for more food).
Whilst looking for a Thai cooking school Vanessa and I visited a tourist office where we were presented with three different brochures. I couldn’t get a clear answer out of the assistant as to which one was best but after a few questions we had established that “Thai Chocolate” offered essentially the same service as the others but were more flexible. They also had a more professional-looking brochure than the other two and that inspired the confidence needed to tip the scales in their favour.