I recognize. I also fell in the sect of Lonely Planet. I have no idea if this is the best-selling guide to Spain, but I can say is that among the legion of travelers backpack and socks with sandals that runs southeast Asia, sweeps. And, precisely why, dies of success. It turns out that most come here trying to find the most remote and authentic universe, and often, Unfortunately for our, discovered that the same place, that probably was once remote and authentic, today, because of the same guide who helped us find, Lavapiés.Y like a supermarket should not be the only one who thinks the same, because I've seen, place over a, posters that look proud: "This restaurant is not in the Lonely Planet" by the way ..., fill are quickly disillusioned with Lonely Planet have just also disappointed.
Now, would be good if no one was wrong and now deduced that Southeast Asia has become a kind of exotic Benidorm, because it is rather the opposite. In fact, except in capital Bangkok and some other, find bars open beyond the eleven is Herculean task. And, also, probably find no Spanish, except in Africa, I guess, places and people most at odds with our culture, our food or our natural resources which can be found in Thailand, Cambodia and Laos, eg.
Travelers planning to stay more are the ones with the smallest backpack
Yes, The first advice I can give, although not find reason to believe that anyone would be interested in my advice, is that travelers use the books and web forums only as an initial reference point, and then your instincts are, or the smiling local citizens advice, those who guide. The second, target only the essentials in a backpack, because it is fed up of carrying it back and forth.
In fact, is ironic, but seems to have an inverse relationship between travel time and size of packages. Travelers planning to stay more are the ones with the smallest backpack, and those just going to be a month to bring the bedspread. At the end you can find a logic ... who comes for a year likely to commit suicide before loading all the time with 20 kilos on the back.
My backpack, that is for seven months (and tell this to those addicted to the competition), weight 7 kilos in Barajas
My backpack, that is for seven months (and tell this to those addicted to the competition), weight 7 kilos in Barajas. Underpants, socks, t, two shorts, a long, and a jacket. A cloth bag, chamber, an e-book, a flashlight and computer to bang on the keyboard round out the pack. Actually, subject to electronic, everything can be bought almost anywhere here.
In Southeast Asia, always with his smile and his face-with apologies-telos, There are three types of travelers. Those who seek (and are) sex and alcohol at bargain prices-perhaps these are more expensive than pimps of Vallecas telos, I think worst-, those trying to leave behind a turbulent history geeks sentimental, which is subdivided between mystics and adventurers dog groups notch flutes.
The first image I had in my life in Asia was the backpacker district of Bangkok, Khao San Road. Impacts. I understand that most frightens you. Me, I should be very frivolous, I found it funny. The tricks to sell anything is great. And not, evil-minded, did not go to the places where, if not an urban myth, superentrenada vagina women are able to launch olives and ping pong balls to bystanders. Bangkok that more dirty and full of screaming Australians, I did not want the truth. Uf, I just think that, as I have no love pain, I be in the group of adventurers mystics? What horror!
En Bangkok, war begins as you step on the road. «Tuk-tuk, sir. Where are you going?" And from there, to see how much you take. But I tell you that better the next…
