The chief decided to explore the white man's world for the sake of his tribe. He traded some supplies for the pieces of paper they valued. He boarded the strange thing called a train. He watched the scenery go by. Every once in a while, someone would come and yell at him until he gave them some of those funny pieces of paper. He spent days in this fashion, watching people and the world pass by. Eventually he ran out of funny peices of paper, and they kicked him off the train.
--paraphrased loosely from Crazy White Man, a book I read during my formative years. In fact that book was one of two that fueled my wanderlust. Anyways, I feel a bit like that chief, but I'll do a proper post about Thailand soon.
