I love to watch people. I do it at home, sit­ting in a café for example, and I do it while trav­el­ling. I found Khao San Road in Bangkok, Thai­l­and, to be one of the best places to indulge in my hobby. You just sit down in a res­taur­ant with a chilled beer and watch the world pass by. There’s Israelis with dread­locks and wear­ing bandanas, Eng­lish burnt by too much time in the sun and too little sun­screen, Swedes, tanned a dark brown in their board­shorts and cul­tiv­at­ing that surfers look, Ger­man tour­ists try­ing to blend in to the whole trav­el­ler scene and in between them all left over hip­pies on a short visit from the last full moon party in Goa. Nowadays, you can actu­ally inter­change all those nation­al­it­ies. The country-cliches are slowly disolv­ing I think, but there are still dif­fer­ent types of trav­el­lers: Con­tinue read­ing →