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When I travel to a new country, I don't care much for shopping malls. In fact, I don't care much for shopping malls at all, but I think I've changed my mind after this trip. The minute I step into Central World, I feel safe. Safe from traffic. Safe from scooters. Safe from pushy tuk-tuk drivers. Some places aren't open yet, but I walk around anyway.
I don't go into any stores - I have no intention of buying anything and nothing is appealing from the store windows. I do, however go into a music/DVD store. I was expecting to perhaps pick up even a DVD, but I didn't. I just continue going up the escalator looking for a cafe or restaurant to have lunch or a snack.
I'm keen on having Indian food, and I see the advert for this restaurant in several different locations, but I never find the restaurant itself! I can't decide whether I want Italian or a simple sandwich or just settle for my regular Cafe Mocha at Starbucks.
I eventually find this cafe which seems reasonable...and they have free Wi-Fi! So I go in. They seat me, and after a while I decide on a crepe which is not good at all. I'm catching up on Twitter and trying to figure out where I'm headed to next. I pull out my map and try to locate myself and my next destination. The restaurant is practically empty when a waiter comes to my table with the bill.
"Do I have to pay now?" I ask. He says "Yes", and I take that as my cue to get the hell out of there. I'm not even asked if I wanted to order anything else. I'm not impressed.