The low drone of traffic from the high street near our room is temporarily drowned out by the furious revving of a presumably soon-to-be fully repaired motorbike. The repair shop was just opposite us and while this is a mixed residential and commercial area, this sort of noise pollution just wouldn’t happen at home.
Another thing that would give the local council in Britain a fit and cause the health and safety guy to surely retire from ill health is the amount of stuff on the pavement. That is assuming there is a pavement. To get to the shops we shared a stretch of tarmac with cars and scooters. We got so used to it in Thailand we found it easier to think like a driver and assume right of way when passing minor roads.
When there is a pavement alongside the road, pedestrian traffic is constantly forced up and down the kerb into the road to weave its way past the street junk lining almost every inch of pavement. Making progress along a street is awkward enough for an able bodied person – I wouldn’t want to be in a wheelchair in Thailand.
I’m not making any judgements. This is just the way things are here, but I thought it might be an interesting idea to take a walk around the streets of Chiang Mai and photograph some of the varied obstacles that forced me into the road: