I Baht it in Bangkok… and needed the Bangcops
June 30, 2008As I mentioned in my previous post, my friend and I had some clothing made at a local tailor called City Shop on my recent vacation in Thailand. We overpaid for the clothing due to a scam, but still the price wasn’t too bad considering US pricing.
Our first visit to the shop was tons of fun. We could basically have anything we could think of designed for us. As I said, my friend chose a suit and I had a silk dress made. We leafed through design books and chose the style we wanted our clothing. The tailors took our measurements and instructed us to come back the next day for a fitting.
We left feeling rather extravagant; I mean, we were having a fitting the next day! We arrived at our fitting and saw our clothes that were very much ‘in progress.’ But still, we were able to try them on and get an idea for how they would look.
We were scheduled for one more fitting a few days later after we returned from Koh Samui, an island off the southern coast of Thailand. Our second fitting was promising, and my dress was complete and looked great. My friend’s suit only needed one final adjustment. We were very close to having fabulous new outfits!
We were headed north for a few days, so the tailors were going to drop the completed clothing off at our hotel the day before we left Thailand. That day we took a train from Chaing Mai, a city in northern Thailand, and didn’t arrive in Bangkok until around 9 pm. After our long and exhausting journey on the train, we were ready to receive our clothing, and go to bed. My flight left the next morning at 6am and my friend’s flight left at 9am. So, you can imagine our dismay when we arrived at our hostel and there had NOT been a delivery from the clothing shop. We were so frustrated!
We had half expected this to be the case, as we knew this shop was in the business of taking advantage of tourists. We quickly called the shop and were surprised when someone answered, by this time it was 10 pm on a Sunday evening. These shops tend to stay open late to cater to the night life tourism crowd. The man who answered the phone spoke English and my friend tried to explain that we needed our clothing delevered, pronto. However, the man refused to help us and actually hung up on my friend.
What were we supposed to do now???? The man who was working the front desk in the hostel overheard our phone call and situation and offered to call the shop for us, since he spoke Thai he figured he would have better luck. Unfortunately no one answered his call. He told us that companies like this were notorious for ripping people off and informed us we needed to go to the tourist police.
Great. We were SO tired, my friend was not feeling well, and we had to get up crazy early the next morning. Now we had to deal with this. Sheesh! The front desk guy drew out a little map for us and told us how to get to the tourist police station. He explained it was 1.5 kilometers down the road. Of course, we’re from the US and have no idea how far that is, but one and a half is a small number, so we figured it was walking distance. Of course, we now know that 1.5 km is nearly a mile, which is still walkable, but we were exhausted and sick and it was literally a million degrees. Had we known, we would’ve taken a cab. Oh well.
After a half hour of walking, we finally arrived at the police station. We explained our situation and the nice officers told us that City Shop was not in their jurisdiction, and we would need to go to another police station. Fantastic. It’s now 11pm, and my taxi comes to pick me up at 3:30 am. Yay.
So, we make our way to the other police station, this time taking a taxi. Again, we were met by very nice officers who genuinely wanted to help us. We explained our situation and an officer was sent over to the shop to try and retrieve our clothes.
He of course, came back empty handed. At this point our plan was to just dispute the charge with our credit card companies. We had been told by other travelers that to do this, we would need a police report. This concept was difficult to explain to the officers, due to the language barrier. Finally, the officers understood us and began writing up the report when the tailors called the police station. They told the officers they would bring our clothing to the hostel in an hour.
We were skeptical, but decided our only choice was to trust that this time they would deliver the goods. Because they called the station, we would not be receiving the police reports, so if they failed to deliver we would either be stuck, or have to make the trek back to the police station.
Fortunately around 1:30am, the tailors arrived at our hostel with our completed garments. Sheesh! I managed to squeeze in about an hour of sleep before my cab ride to the airport to take me home to the land of fair business practices.
Word to the wise: when shopping in Bangkok, pay with a credit card for major purchases…





