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Published: September 22nd 2006
Coup de'Thailand
Sam to Me... (a riddle)
"So this man gets an arm sent to him in the mail, he goes outside and buries it in the woods in his backyard, howcome?"
Me to Sam "Hrmmm, did he kill someone?"
Sam to Me- "No, its kind of obscure."
Currently
We are currently rolling around Bangkok (in tanks) also translated as the city of angels- against the advice of our parents and quite a few media outlets. But I figure why miss a bloodless coup.
The first thing we really did when we got here, after taking a 16 hour ride from Cambodia (supposed to be ten) was hop in the non-english speaking taxi (there is only one in all of Thailand). It doesn't help that they all say "yah yah yah" after you ask them if they know where something is... After of course opening the doors and taking a running triple axel double lutz into the cab (we figured in times of increased danger we'd try and blend in, be a little risky- plus pay homage to the great Axel Paulsen) Sam drew a picture of a tank, and we said take us here.
Government Building
The tanks are lined up along the entryway to this building- which I'm not sure what it is called.And here we went.
Of course this bloodless coup didn't remain that way too long, as my exit toe loop, to the shock of the crowd wasn't clean- and the little piggies don't get to go the market anymore. (Fox news isn't reporting that- are they.)
The streets in Thailand have quieted down considerably. Khao San Road(backpackers alley) was practically shut down at midnight (when we rolled in and had a beer at 7am a few weeks earlier- before the coup and after a stint in koh samui- lets just say we weren't the earliest) There were also 10 cops patrolling this short block.
Surprisingly- we were the only Americans near the tanks at the State Building, although it was around 11 at night. The soldiers were friendly, stepping in for photo ops, signing baby pictures- I guess they are traded like sports cards here. (We exchanged addresses with the military to send christmas cards)
If you can't tell there isn't a horrible amount to report- other than we went and took a bunch of pictures. Some people were drunk, all were happy, and the soldiers a bit worn out- but in good spirits. The streets
Tomb Raider
Not really- but the second tomb raider was filmed partly in Angkor- have emptied out.
Sunset/Sunrise
The next day (today sort of- its 2am here) we went into the heart of downtown and Sam ordered another suit- this time out of Raw thai silk. We also visited this ultimate night market- with some spectacular karaoke in the middle. And we hit up a 7 eleven on the 11th floor of the citibank tower in Bangkok- with a sweet view- but it smelled like gross fish.
Tomorrow- dinner at the Bangkok State Tower (74 floors), and then some sweet custom drawn shirts from this artist in the night market-
To infinity and beyond-
Oh yes
The answer to the riddle.
Sam- "So this guy was out in the desert and starving, and he was with a surgeon. The surgeon said if you let me cut off your arm and we eat it- and survive- I'll cut mine off when we get back."
Pat "oh"
Sam "Yah I don't know why they give people from like the Donner party or the rugby team in the andes crap for eating people."
FOOD UPDATE
To date- We've eaten quite well- and frequently- except for the
us
Guarding the tanks- Brian Boitano was going to try a triple lutz to quadruple axel which would surely equal world war three. incredibly frequent trips to the bano due potentially to a Cambodian half hatched egggrossness that I tried from a midnight street vendor run (in Siem Reap)- in combination with a drink of extravagent nature- An angkor beer (equivelent to a miller ice) mixed with a fifth of unknown alcohol- We only had a picture of a deer head, carrots and some other sorts of unknown vegetable to go by on the label- (bought at a local convenience store for a dollar). To be honest I think it was a tunafish sandwich that I ate (I ordered a club).
Hope everyone is well- our trip is winding to an end- and we will make sure to go out with a (City of Angels) Utter inusage of cliche or misusage or mixuppage. Its 316 am. And we shall have eternal sleep- till 9am.
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Aunt Carol
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Get Home!
Patrick Harlin your Auntie Carol has one thing to say...GET HOME!!!!! Also, I hope you picked up some Karaoke tips for your mom and me. Cruise # 3 is coming up and I want that trophy!!! Seriously...stay away from those tanks and have a safe trip home.