Not in New York Anymore

On our arrival in Bangkok, Gillie and I flagged down a cab for the 45 minute ride to our guest house. After ensuring that the guy had a meter (otherwise they quote you a price three to four times the metered rate - think the touts outside JFK luring tourists into $60 rides to Manhattan), we happily got into the cab.

For the first five minutes, it was just like a NYC cab, except smaller and much less bullet-proofed. Then, the driver hits a button, and from the center console emerges a 7" LCD screen playing a Hong Kong gangster flick. You know you're in good hands when your cab driver is watching a movie while talking on a cell phone while navigating dense Bangkok traffic.

The movie ended about 20 minutes into our journey. The driver pops another disc in, grabs the remote from the center console, and navigates through the DVD menu to a new-ish Jackie Chan picture.

Moral of the story: I kind of miss the TLC.