I think I was born in the wrong country. I grew up pratically soaked in sweets and sugar. I should have been born in Thailand. Everything here is sweet. I think they over produced sugar. I suspect bah. Jun and I woke up early to eat an american breakfast koala bear told us about the night before. He said it was nearby around our hotel. Jun needed her bean fix while I thought a good scramble eggs and sausages would do me good.
We found the sidewalk cafe. Surrounded by a morning market, situated just opposite a 2 storey shopping mall. Outside the cafe, we could find locals selling fruits, food and coffee. I went over to have a look at the small mall while Jun waited for our breakfast to come. Nothing much to see. Chatuchak was much better. The fashion at the mall was pretty much repeatition.
Anyhow, back to my brekkie. Jun's plate wasn't enough for her so she went out to get the sugar toast we saw when we were looking for the cafe. It's basically a loaf of bread but toasted with sugar. Then my brekkie came. The tea was normal. The sausages were good. The ham was OK. The eggs... aiseh... like eating a lump of yellow sugar. Blek! Should have taken a picture.
You know how in KL when you order food, they will automatically give you chili? As in KK, they will automatically give you ketchup and you have to ask for chilli. In Thailand, you automatically get a jar of sugar accompanying your every meal. Weird especially when you didn't order drinks. ha!
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