Pad Thai for tea. And hard man crumble for desert. Nice.
Saturday night in Bangkok can get a bit out of hand. Which can leads to Elvis Delusions. I suffered one such episode. I blame it on the butch woman (?) (wo)manning the Karaoke box. Jim and his lady, Wan, performed a duet of one of Loso’s finest songs, which went down quiet well. All I can say is that I think the fans were glad that ‘Love me tender’ is quite short.
Elephants – chang in thai. Lots of them. It’s thai new year season, which is a thinly veiled excuse for throwing water at each other and drinking and crashing cars, bikes, trucks. I got caught up in predictable Bangkok traffic – it seems that there is never any point rushing here. The cause of this particular traffic jam was tangible though – a huge street procession, representing all 70+ regions. Several regions had brigades of elephants, and one of the groups was stalked by a hunter. His job was to halt stampedes and prevent too many chang-related homicides. For his duties, he was armed with a tranquilizer gun. And in case that failed, he also had a small knife in his belt. So that he could tickle the chang into submission I guess. Luckily the chang were in good spirits, and even taking part in water distribution, which was new to me. I have never been soaked by a chang blowing water out of its nose before. Hmmm – chewy water.