Greetings from Priceless Sydney, in the glorious island nation of Australia. That's right, dear reader. None of the parochial cheap digs at Thai culture that normally pepper this column, as your correspondent writes from his salubrious hotel room in the heart of Priceless Sydney.
Today is check-out day, so I am taking time out from packing my bags and shoving small bottles of liquid soap into my toiletries kit to write to you.
(Though I did leave the white tea soap packet in the shower behind. White tea soap? We Australians really are pathetic when it comes to trendy new flavours and scents. I think it's because we don't have abject poverty or crippling economic problems like most countries. We thus need to throw ourselves into something else, like aromas. The last time I was here the toiletries industry was in the midst of a collective orgasm over green tea. That fixation, like an orgasm, seems to have waned, as we now have lotions, creams, masks, scrubs and sanitary napkins all with a white tea "flavour", which to me smells remarkably like the Lux soap bars mum forced us to use as kids. And how many more colours to tea are there, by the way, before we can move onto something else?)
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