this is my taxi. there's no cushion on that bit that i sit on, and going over bumps at high speeds makes me want to cry. luckily, having so much weight on the back slows the driver down, so we rarely go anywhere at high speeds...
this is apilak in his happy place (note my severely mosquito-bitten legs...i look like i have the pox)...
if i carry him around until he's fake-sleeping, and then sit down and put him in his leg-cradle, he'll open one eye and look around, decide this is an acceptable resting place and that he is still being a burden (he lives to encumber), and then go to sleep for real. this leaves my hands free to read a book or something.
yesterday, karen took me out for dinner-and-debrief to this little mexican food (mmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm) place in pattaya...pattaya is one of the prostitution capitals of thailand, and i had never been there, particularly not at night...i'm still trying to process it all, but it's one thing to read about it in books, and another thing entirely to see teenaged girls lingering, scantily clad, in front of bars, or walking through the streets hand-in-hand with a farang twice their age...
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That's quite the way to get around - I must say, I wish I had a youngster to cart me around places...
Hi - I've been reading your blog since you posted on mine. The bracelets look wonderful, good luck selling them. Where is home for you? Thanks for the slasher post - I never would have thought of that and now will know when we are in the markets to be aware. :)
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