Our Weather is Better

Posted under Thailand 2008

In the immortal words of Robin Williams ” It’s hot, damned hot, — hotter than a snake’s ass in a wagon rut. ”

I had to throw that in for the benefit of those of you in the Pacific Northwest, and your minus 4 degree C temperatures. Now for those of you in Ft. McMurray and your minus 44 C —– ha ha. Oops, that should have read — awe bummer! If you are able to unclench your frozen fingers you could dial-up your local travel agent and join us here. We have lots of warm sun, and we are willing to share.

Funny thing about this warmth, it seems to have changed me into a reverse reverse-osmosis water maker. I take in huge amounts of potable water and force it through my hide. At the same time I manage to change it into something totally unfit for human consumption. However, it is a boon to the general economy as the bottled water required to feed this machine necessitates frequent supply runs to the local Seven Eleven. Oh yes, Seven Elevens are everywhere in Thailand. Speaking of Seven Elevens, I was in one the other day and spotted an old acquaintance — Johnnie Black. Must get together with him some evening for a lively discussion.

Poor Bonnie, all this time I have been speaking about the pleasant, friendly nature of the Thai people and didn’t realize that Bonnie harbored mixed feelings about the women. She does not think that it is fair that all the Thai women share Bonnie’s tall stature, but the heaviest one would only weigh 97 lbs., and they all have perfect figures and posture. I tried to explain to Bonnie that all Thai women are 19 years old, and Bonnie, being in her very, very late twenties, was put to a disadvantage. That seemed to work until yesterday when Bonnie purchased new swimming attire, and was compelled to buy a large. She strongly expressed to me that this was an obvious conspiracy as the same size suit in Canada would be a small. That is probably true, — or maybe too many ” sticky rice with fresh mango.”

On the subject of swim suits, I did not realize that there was so much poverty in Thailand. Just the other day Bonnie and I were on the beach, and I noted that a very large percentage of the ladies on the beach were unable to afford tops for their swim suits. This quite amazed me, in a country where everyone seems to work so hard. I was prepared to sacrifice my time by studying this problem, but Bonnie, knowing how open displays of poverty upset me, got us new accommodation away from the beach.

New digs are actually a resort and spa, nearer the mountains [tall hills], with a squint of the ocean. Bonnie quite likes it and all of the amenities, a sit-down toilette, air conditioning, a spa and many Thai employees to cater to your every beck and call. Much like having another husband. Does have wifi at any rate. Hotel seems to be mostly filled with Europeans and Scandinavians. You know what they say. ” You can always tell a Norwegian — you just can’t tell him much.”

Still pondering the poverty problem on the beach, I realized that this was not a local situation as the women without tops were obviously visitors [you can tell by the eyes] . Now if you can afford to vacation, how can you not afford both parts of a swim suit? Perhaps this was just a matter of choice, and they were really taking the twins for a walk in the sun!! My, my — as I live and breath.

All this clear thought and not any help from Johnnie.

Enough for now, more to follow.
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