Bird Watching – Type Is

I’ve become a Twitcher. Rather than looking for feathered subjects, however, I shall be mainly sat patiently waiting to photograph my Traveller Stereotypes, whilst sipping Tea. I do say vehemently, it is impossible not to people watch with so much free time on your hands. It’s also perfectly acceptable – some of my subjects are clearly posing and pouting at the lens. It’s difficult not to stick out with my Telephoto lens attached; this thing is massive and generates some strange looks. Perhaps my models are hoping to appear in a Lonely Planet publication. There are, however, precisely two hopes of that occurring, as instead they shall be frugally listed henceforth.

The streets of Khaosan Road and surrounding areas have become catwalks and so it is that I have decided to serialise my findings in blog form, beginning with Type Is.

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Making up almost 50% of the total Types captured, it’s a hippy infestation. I’ve not seen a single dreaded farang in downtown Bangkok, on an excursion or anywhere else – in fact – other than Khaosan area. These guys aren’t travellers; how can you expect to see a country if you land in the most commonplace of areas and dig in as deep as a tick on one of the many roaming street dogs? They should get out their latest HTC touchscreen and email Mumsy asking for an advance.

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Now that I have your attention, I am most proud and honoured to be the first in confirming that Jesus is back.

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From Type I

In fact hang on a second, I don't remember Jesus being a "playa".

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Once you’ve stopped quivering in your boots over half-inching that foldable ruler from WH Smiths as a kid, may I have some quiet please as I introduce the rare and lesser-spotted; Baldy Type I.

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Normally I don’t mind spiders; I’m happy to fetch the glass and cardboard to safely remove the invading alien. In this case, there’s no way in hell I’m going near it. The arachnid attached to this girl’s head is about the size of, well, her head. Sod that for a game of soldiers, I guess it must be her pet.

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And back to some vague normality with a female Type I for your appreciation.

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To conclude my first gallery; two of my favourites for your viewing pleasure. The former is arguably a Jesus candidate, but in actuality is simply just German. The second of which is the most awesome Type I since the dawn of dreadlocks, hippies and skin-stretching rituals. He’s also going to burn.

From Type I

From Type I