Bangkok log part 5

Okay, I’ve been popping pills to long I realized this morning when I took all seven pills at one time (5 horse pill size, 1 the size of a large aspirin and 1 small one). This really struck me as three years ago I was gagging on taking 25mg of spiro.

Also today I managed to walk with Helen about 2 or 3 km to the Tesco Lotus Express (turns out there is one closer, but we didn’t know). While there we got a few bits we needed for the next few days. I’m sleeping from about two or three in the afternoon till about eleven at night here, which is going to suck for the return flight. As it leaves here at about eleven at night.

Helen and I are thinking of going to either the Temple of the Emerald Buddha or the the Temple of the Reclining Buddha. Both sound quite interesting and we hope to see at least one of them before we leave.

Helen ordered lunch today and asked them to make it spicy, and there was some confusion apparently. She meant she wanted hers to be spicy mine was hot and spicy yesterday, and quite yummy. Instead hers was as it was the day before, and I took one bite of mine and it was noticeably hotter then the day before (damn, that was good). I ate most of it sweating the whole time. It was like mainlining Da’Bomb Ground Zero. It burned so good. I loves me some hot food.

To think staying here at the Bansabai was not part of our plans. Originally I was told our hotel stay was included in the price, but with the US dollar tanking he could no longer provide that service in the package. So while in the hospital Helen and I started looking for some place to stay, and we found this for 800 Baht a night or for under $27 US. Helen and I hope to come back to Bangkok for a vacation one day (non surgery related) and this place is a place we would love to stay at again.

We were told to plan on having 1000 Baht a day to live off of (not including our lodging cost)each, but Helen and I are finding that is god money. The two of us have found we can live really well of 500 Baht (not each, but for us together). It would be nice to have more, but damn this is nice.

So here is Darcie’s recommendations for a trip to Bangkok;

1. find a nice hostel 800 Baht a night will get you a really nice room

2. pack light weight, loose clothing ( flowing skirts, khaki pants, white button down shirts, and tank tops are good as well) for those more of my mentality I might recommend going to your local army surplus shop and getting some East German fatigues (they run me like $4 a pair)

3. they recommend insect repellent of at least 50% DEET, I have yet to use mine

4. Sunblock is a good idea (go with a high one)

5. I’m finding sandals are nice (though I did bring my shit kickers too)

6. Bring some of your favorite snacks as you may not be able to find them here

7. Sunglasses (damn is the sun bright here)

8. Something to keep a journal in (I love my laptop for just this reason)

9. A camera is a good idea as well (just no picture taking of Buddha)

I would also recommend bringing an open mind.

Here are a few things I have learned about the culture here

1. The people here love their King (hell the graffiti here says “Long Live The King” and there are images of him everywhere)

2. Buddha shrines are everywhere, large and small and Buddha is in all of them

3. Don’t be pissy and angry, anger here is seen as being undisciplined. If you smile and are patient things seem to work out

4. Honesty and integrity are big here Karma is real here

There is something to be said for at least these last two points (this from someone that has come to view their disdain for others as a point of pride). Shit I think I’m starting to mellow.

Alright silly time

Yesterday Helen was looking through our bags to get stuff together and she looked up at me and said.”Where are your testicles?”

I started laughing over this as I actually had to stop and think for a second. They were no longer in the usual place they had been for the last 38 years. Funny thing is they are in a sack (bag) still. Only now they are in the mini fridge, rather then dangling between my legs. I really don’t miss that feeling at all. Though to be honest it has been different not feeling them there any more. Yet the notion that was a feeling I once knew seems almost foreign to me. I wonder what this thought will be like in a year or ten.

For once in my life I feel at peace with myself. I don’t want to lose this feeling. I guess by writing this all down I stand a better change of not losing touch with it.

I’m going to go try to shave my legs (its been too long for me)

~ by twisteddiva on 14 May, 2008.