May 25-31, 2008
Going back in time (about 16++ hours) here are some photos of our trip from Miami to London and Bangkok. BA #208 took us from MIA to LHR and BA 009 took us from LHR to BKK. They are mostly food shots.
The photos in the lounge were taken at BA's First Class lounge at Heathrow's Terminal 4 (formerly the Concorde Lounge). As you can see, the lounge is largely vacant as BA has transferred most of its flights to the new Terminal 5.
The lobby of the Athenee Residence is almost finished. The outside of the building is complete.
PS: George Carlin is so funny.
PPS: A Bangkok market.
Today we visited Sena, Watcharee's family home, along with our good friends Jon and Ta. We bought soi food on the way there and on the way back. Can you recognize and identify the soi purchases?
PS: I placed a cache near Watcharee's former home; this was after eating soi ribs but before buying soi rat.
Yesterday Watcharee's mother prepared a traditional Thai home-made dessert using a raw block of ice, thick canned cream, pieces of bread, and some red stuff from a bottle. It tasted like something you would buy at a Ringling Brothers circus a half century ago ... a very nostalgic mouthful.
Last night Bangkok was attacked by a violent thunderstorm.
PS: Reader Manfred Quinn from Pattaya writes: "Do you have a photograph of your most recent cache?"
PPS: Reader Ronald Atwater from Trenton, NJ, USA writes: "Does Thailand still discourage cigarette smoking by requiring the cigarette companies to print graphic photos of smoke related diseases on each pack of cigarettes?"
Yes! The pack with the diseased mouth needs no explanation. The one showing the hand being washed in this way does require a few words. This type of ceremonial hand washing is done right after a burial or cremation.
Driving in Bangkok is fun.
Beneath the photo from the REAGAN DIARIES is an actual quote that Reagan wrote about George "W" in his diaries, recently edited by author Doug Brinkley and published by Harper Collins:
"A moment I've been dreading. George brought his n'er-do-well son around this morning and asked me to find the kid a job. Not the political one who lives in Florida; the one who hangs around here all the time looking shiftless. This so-called kid is already almost 40 and has never had a real job. Maybe I'll call Kinsley over at The New Republic and see if they'll hire him as a contributing editor or something. That looks like easy work."