100 blog entries, I can not get over it. Throughout my school career, my German teachers would tell me that my essays were too short. The assignments were usually about the German literary classics – Goethe, Schiller…honestly nothing that got me hooked. To this day my favorite book is Huck Finn & Tom Sawyer, but I digress. Anyway, 100 blog entries in 365 days is not bad for a guy that peaked in 3rd grade with his essay marks.
So here starts the update. The table situation is resolved – we have chosen one, signed the contract and should get it delivered soon. We went to a “Furniture Design Mall”. “Holy smokes, batman”, you might think to yourself,”Have you lost your mind?”. Teh sort answer is No. The mall is out in the cuts and sells great stuff for way less, than what yo pay in Bangkok, where people buy Lamborghini’s just to be sen standing in traffic with +600 horses at their desperate disposal. Obviously, you cannot fill an entire mall with furniture – that would be CRAZEE – so they also have a few stores with nicknack or simply dust-collectors. One such store, had something, that transported me immediately back to my five-year-old self. a pedal car or go-cart. But not just any old go-cart. No, this thing rocked with the looks of a vintage Bugatti from the 1920. Inflatable tires, metal boy panels, 4-wheel drum brakes with an outside brake level and a cream leather set.
Although, I have to say, that a cream leather seat for a kid, that probably still poops its pants really says “We have money and we don’t know what to do with it.” Of course, I was absolutely smitten and I could see myself wanting – as a five-year old – just to ride this little thing. When I came to, I looked at the price tag 200k Baht (that’s about $6670, yes you can probably wrestle a real car – even when it’s just a Korean or Chinese car – out of a motivated car dealer for the same amount). Insane, I know, but then look at what you get. Actually, no, just the guys look, I am pretty sure most women – being more rational when it comes to cars, wouldn’t understand. Alright, it didn’t happen for you, but is that enough reason, that it also shouldn’t happen for you kid – Dad come on.
You cannot tell me that this car isn’t super cool….no, no forget about the price.
Back to earth, moving on. Bangkok is in full Harry Potter fever and magic is on everyone’s mind. You can see some back-alley magicians trying to conjure up al kind s of stuff or sever body parts. Anyway, this poor lady apparently never got properly put together after some fifth rated magicians apprentice tried the old “Virgin-Cut-In-Half” trick.
Then there is the street life in Bangkok, where anything is possible. Near the flower market we saw a street tattoo man (I m not really sure whether he was master or artists), but the guy getting the tattoo is the real man here.
There is quite a bit of drinking going on in Thailand. It’s not that you se people falling all over themselves drunk out of their mind – loss of mother tongue, half-sided facial paralysis – non of that, but it is happening. People call in with a twenty four hour flu or something and when they show up the next day they look a little hung over. So, I saw this guy at breakfast and you can see his hard days’ nights work on the shelf outside.
On one our trips into the Bangkok Hinterland (the cuts) we walked past this little restaurant by the side of the street. I saw the pots, lids and pans and knew I had to get this one.
We also went to a Jazz (da hippety bobbety Jaaaazze) club the other day. The ensemble (one doesn’t call Jazzers band – apparently uncivilized and too much Rock’n’Roll , but ensemble). Anyway, they were not bad, but started playing around with my camera and got this shot, which kind of sums up my memory of the music.
Finally, I want to show you quickly what we are currently reading, which in a twist of irony sums up what’s going on in the world – Life and War.
I am reading Keith Richards’ autobiography, while Barbara reads WAR. WAR is not an easy read, I read through it in one shot in July on a long flight and dreamt about it for almost a week – it describes the insanity that is war, but also the beauty of being human under intense situations. I can highly recommend it, unless you are an armchair general who has no problems sending others to hell, but have many excuses why you yourself just can’t go. Keith Richards on the other hand is a great account from his birth to his acting gig as Jack Sparrow’s dad in Pirates of the Caribbean.
This is the end for today. I think you have been caught up on what’s happening.
Yours Markus \m/