We love the Bangkok airport because there are all sorts of interesting things to look at and Houser especially loves the Burger King there where he can get a whopper with real beef in it. A lot of places here in India will have hamburgers on the menu, but usually it's some kind of chicken meat, or ham, and more often than not, he's seriously disappointed. It makes sense actually, it's called a hamburger, why do we make it with beef?
We've spent so many hours in this airport waiting for connecting flights and the time usually goes by so quickly. We took this picture of cigarettes because it's the kind of advertising that causes a second glance. All of the boxes had the most bizarre pictures on them: rotting teeth and gums, black lungs, fathers holding children smoking, it was the oddest thing. As we walked on, they were selling whole cartons of cigarettes with big black letters on it that says
"Smoking Kills." I'm not very sure why they did all of this, but it is really hard to picture someone coming up and buying a pack with a picture of some black, decaying lungs on it. It doesn't seem like a very good advertising scheme, true as it may be.
We're back in Shillong safely, and as ever, it's so good to be home.
