Humor

I love to go to the beach. I love going to Jomtien Beach on the Gulf of Thailand and sitting in the sun, and drinking beers, and swimming, and watching the farang (foreign) men with their ladies, and striking up a conversation with some Indian guy with a British accent that makes him sound like John Lennon. I love this kind of stuff. I HATE the beach vendors ... Read more.

While I was feeding the mutts this evening a young Thai woman surprised me by approaching me and speaking to me in fairly understandable and decent English. Most young Thai women in Surin would never do this when alone and unescorted with a stranger, especially a farang stranger, even one as handsome and dashing as myself. So to say the least I was a bit shocked when she approached me and started a conversation with me ... Read more.

I awoke one morning in the village to the plaintive wails of odes for the dead. The village had become an odeum. A strange and beautiful, yet sad, music filled the air. ... Read more.

Isaan Thailand, and probably any tropical/sub-tropical countryside, can sometimes be found to be a little dangerous by those with a faint heart.. ... Read more.

About six years ago, during my very first trip to and through Thailand, I finally made my way down to Phuket after having travelled North and Central Thailand for a couple of weeks. Not ever having been to Phuket before I chose to stay at the only YHA hostel on the island.

Harry discovered Thailand at a relatively young age; short and over weight, the kindest way to describe him was that he was socially clumsy and women reduced him to a stuttering, faux pas dropping, state of embarrassment.

I know what is coming. She only does this when she wants to talk about the family, my daughter, maybe some financial issues, or, when my wife is pissed off at me for some reason that usually eludes me until it is pointed out to my dense-assed male self. Sis is the go-between in the family, the one who knows the protocols and approaches needed for these things, to be correct, polite, and socially acceptable and done the Thai/Isaan way.

Laph showered and shaved quickly cutting himself in various places. He placed small bits of toilet paper on the effected areas to stop the bleeding. He came out of the bathroom with a rush, waving his arms about and telling the girls to get up and get dressed. “Aeiiii! phii phii” (ghost ghost) screamed Moo pulling the covers over her head.

I have particular tastes in the food that I eat. One of the things that I like to see is the main ingredients treated fairly. By that, I mean that the meat – or whatever – should be cooked the way that suits it

I could have sworn I had just heard the voice of the Lord. The noise of the street faded into the background and I heard it again. I was rooted to the spot.

Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Well it all depends what you’re talking about...

It took a while but at the age of thirty five, I washed up on the shores of Thailand. I knew almost instantly that when I returned to Farangland it would be as dust in a glass jar.

Although I live at the Eastern Seaboard (the most industrialized area of Thailand) and within short distance of crowded beach resort places it seems still possible to find “jungle” areas nearby. About 10km from my house is a jogging & exercise park situated next to a reservoir and between some small mountains. Around this park & reservoir is a mountain-bike trail. So a friend of mine and me had made plans to do that trail on our mountain-bikes on a Sunday.

My policy is to educate my wife in the less formal intricacies of English. Thus I often benefit by having my own knowledge of Thai enriched

The Dreaded Hospital Visit….