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  • dicker: negotiate the terms of an exchange; "We bargained for a beautiful rug in the bazaar"
  • An agreement between two or more parties as to what each party will do for the other
  • A thing bought or offered for sale more cheaply than is usual or expected
  • an advantageous purchase; "she got a bargain at the auction"; "the stock was a real buy at that price"
  • an agreement between parties (usually arrived at after discussion) fixing obligations of each; "he made a bargain with the devil"; "he rose to prominence through a series of shady deals"
  • (in soccer, cricket, etc.) Deliver (a ball) with well-judged trajectory and pace
  • Shoot (wildfowl) in flight
  • (flight) fly in a flock; "flighting wild geese"
  • (flight) shoot a bird in flight
  • (flight) an instance of traveling by air; "flying was still an exciting adventure for him"
  • Bangkok is the capital, largest urban area and primary city of Thailand. Known in Thai as Krung Thep Maha Nakhon (?????????????, pronounced ), or ???????? Krung Thep (, meaning "city of angels" for short, it was a small trading post at the mouth of the Chao Phraya River during the Ayutthaya
  • Thin, smooth fiber used in open-weave straw hats.
  • The capital and chief port of Thailand, on the Chao Phraya waterway, 25 miles (40 km) upstream from its outlet into the Gulf of Thailand; pop. 5,876,000
  • the capital and largest city and chief port of Thailand; a leading city in southeastern Asia; noted for Buddhist architecture
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Phuket Town, Phuket, Thailand. A cabbie takes us for a midnight fleecing, err... ride back to our hotel, in Phuket. * What follows is part three of the telling of my 10-day odyssey through Thailand. Visit my blog for updates and the photographic side of the adventure daily. Day 3: Goodbye Bangkok, I hardly knew ye December 27, 2009 I’m awake. Megan’s awake. Not so sure about anyone else. I met Kevan in the hallway sometime after four, rumbling through like a wounded rhinoceros, and he grumbled something about everyone else being alright. Or dead. I don’t quite remember. There’s a bit of excitement in the air even if ? of our crew are abnormally hung over. Even Marty almost drank the Irish out of himself last night, and that’s saying something. Not a lot, but it’s something. We roll out into the street in packs and commandeer taxi cabs (screw you, tuk-tuk, screw you) en route to the airport. Cabs are nowhere near as fun as the steel chariots of punishment, but with Zachy boy near death and Kevan’s dragon breath in the backseat we’re inclined to take the most readily available option. We convene at the airport and sort ourselves out as well as can be expected. If we weren’t on our way to paradise today, I don’t think Phil, Zack or Marty would be much use to the world. Kev is some sort of strange new Terminator, made up mostly from steel and old hooker parts, so he’s fine. Waiting in line at the gate with our gigantic packs and a few hundred hung-over travelers is not so fine. Not so fine at all. But watching Marty belittle a 7-year-old French girl is one of the highlights of the trip so far. They play some odd counting game I’ve never heard of – I have trouble getting past ten – and squabble over rock, paper, scissors. In a game of wits with someone a quarter his age Marty’s bound to win 30% of the time. At least. The flight crew is the same bunch we had on the way over from Incheon. That’s bad news. They are wise to our game. The refuse to serve us anything with booze in it, citing archaic FAA regulations (I made that part up) and we’re forced to do the hour-long flight dry. The boys insist this is a good idea. I truly believe they can beat back their hangovers with another round of beers, but the thought is for naught. In other news, Megan is seated next to a chubby Korean stuck in the window seat, a man with a penchant for picking his nose and looking at it closely when she’s not looking. But I am. And I’m laughing. We smash into the tarmac of Phuket’s lovely little airport amidst the churning sea and a million palm trees and are energized the moment we suck the salty air into our lungs. The plane comes alive. Our crew is no longer dead to the world, instead brimming with excitement. We sort out a van into Phuket Town, accommodations for the night and a ride to the port for tomorrow morning. Are we getting fleeced? Are prices too high? Should we go somewhere else and compare? Maybe, maybe and yes. But who cares. No time to doddle; we want to mix things up. We’re in the islands, baby. We race through Phuket craning our necks at the novelty of entire families crammed onto motor scooters, trucks loaded to the brink with dozens of day laborers and other assorted sights unique to this part of the world. We pull into our hotel and the last bit of gloom hanging over our party recedes. We discover that we’ve just spent $7 a piece, per night, to check into what would creep into three-star territory back home. It’s not a sweaty hovel. Better yet, it’s not a brothel. Three days in Thailand and I haven’t seen a single hooker. Not a one! The best part about this place, other than the fact that room service isn’t going to be knocking on our door at 5am, is that it’s a Thai joint, hardly a western face (other than our own) in sight. You have to feel for the concierge at this point. Poor girl doesn’t speak a word of English. We take an hour or so to work through the three S’s before meeting in the lobby. It’s a nice change of pace from the frenetic coming and coming we’ve been putting on since we left Korea; we need a bit of time to relax. I’m edging into dangerous territory with the itinerary. Dangerous like any moment Phil might tear it to shreds and shove it into my spring rolls. Maybe I need to relax the most. We call a “cab” and settle in for another long wait. While it felt like free enterprise reigned supreme in the world of Bangkok cabs, there’s some black hat monopoly action going on here; you call a cab, you wait an hour, the same guy that dropped you off two hours previous shows up and charges you the same rate to any destination… regardless of passenger set or distance. Good times. Thankfully, there’s a fridge full of Heineken’s nearby and Zack is eaily talked into sharing a cold one. By the time our second gray van of the day arrives we’re a couple deep and feeling alright. Off to the coast! And then there’s a sea… and it’s underwhelming. Underwhelming at best. We’re dropped off at
Bargain (ODC 8 Aug.)
Bargain (ODC 8 Aug.)
This book, authored by the Swedish Cecilia Lindqvist, describes Chinese characters related to the history and culture of China, using archeological finds, in a systematic yet accessible style. It has won awards, was translated into many languages, and is even being used in schools in China and Taiwan (!). I had had my eye on this book for a while, but never got around to buying it, and when I tried to, it was sold out. Recently, a good friend informed me that the Dutch translation was now widely on sale at De Slegte, a discount book chain. So, the other day I picked up a brand-new beautifully bound copy for a mere €11,99. That's a real bargain, because in Sweden the official price still seems to be between SEK 256 and 270 (€ 27 ... €29) Our Daily Challenge, Group 2 8 August: BARGAIN

bargain flights bangkok
bargain flights bangkok
Bargains and Betrayals: A 13 to Life Novel
Locked away at Pecan Place, Jessie finds her situation to be even more dangerous than she feared. While she struggles to maintain her sanity and discover answers about the group that seems less and less like any legitimate government agency, Pietr fights to keep their relationship alive. But very aware that his mother’s time is running out, Pietr makes a deal he doesn’t dare tell Jessie about. Because the deal Pietr’s made could mean the death of far more than his tenuous relationship with the girl he loves.