Boats and Lots of Sleep

October 8-10

The first big thing on Sunday was the boat ride. Actually two boats.

Joanna and I went around the block and took the metro one stop south to the Asok station and walked to the pier. Larry met us there and got onto one of the boats with us.

A year or two ago, he used to commute to work along this canal.

The boat is like a bus. You sit, if there’s room, or you stand and hold on. Only on this route there are no stoplights, just junk in the water and sometimes boats coming in the opposite direction.

We took the big bus to the end of the line and then transferred to a smaller boat, which was a tiny bit more challenging to board without knocking my hat into the water. But we all managed.

Larry pointed out his stop as we went by. It’s called Hua Chang, which means “elephant head,” named for a nearby bridge decorated with stone elephant heads. It is pronounced “Watchung,” just like the rail stop back home.

That makes it an easy one to remember.

We went a little farther and left the boat to go to a place called Bobae Market. We walked along looking at the exotic produce—piles of papaya, mango, pineapple, and dragonfruit.

That’s where Joanna got the photo of the day.

Larry took us to one of his old lunch spots, a pavilion serving street food. Joanna wanted unspiced vegetables with rice. Larry ordered a spicy dish for him and me. He told me it’s called Pad Prik Pow Moo Grob, stir-fried chili paste with crispy pork.

We also stopped to visit a large temple complex called the Temple of the Metal Castle. 

This was in the neighborhood of the Democracy Monument, which is one of many public structures, including the Queen’s Museum, that overlook a large boulevard designed for public processions.

Crowd control gates are already up in anticipation of the king’s funeral on the 26th of this month.

We took a cab back to the boat and got off at Hua Chung to stop at Larry’s apartment, far up in the sky with a balcony.

Joanna had some coconut water. Larry poured some for me and him, too, but added a shot of Pastis. Licorice and coconut are a surprisingly good combination.

After a short while, we were running low on beer and feeling a bit hungry besides. So we reconvened at a bar called Helter Skelter (complete with a line drawing of Charles Manson’s head on the sign). 

This place specializes in Thai craft beers, which are technically illegal. One, according to the label at least, is brewed in Laos and brought back to Thailand.

I had some damned fine ales, including two that went with dinner.

We waited for Kimberly to catch up to us and then went next door.

We don’t know the restaurant’s name because it is only written in Thai. It has a Chinese menu and I must have already been going downhill because I don’t remember what I had to eat, any more than I can remember the names of the ales. 

We had a date to meet Greg and Eugenia at their hotel for brunch, so we actually had to get up in the morning.

When morning came, I wasn’t ready for it.

Joanna had the name of the hotel, Okura Prestige Bangkok, and its address on Witthayu Road. She handed it to the first cabbie, who looked at it once, then twice, and said “no, no.”

The second driver didn’t know the hotel but said he knew the street. “50 baht,” he said.

That, I learned soon, was toll for the expressway. But that’s all right. By any other route, we would still be waiting in traffic. 

The lights hold for a long time in each direction here. As a result, stopped traffic backs up interminably. 

Earlier in the morning, Joanna and I were waiting at one intersection to cross a road not far from the hotel. The line of motorcycles waiting to turn got the green first. That let loose a river of kids in helmets pouring in an endless stream around a bend. Every once in a while a lone car was carried along by the current.

On our ride to the Okura Prestige, the taxi was creeping along a few feet at a time for the longest while after we left the toll road. In addition to the congestion of the roads in Bangkok, people feel it’s OK to park wherever it’s most convenient, like the right-turn-only-lane for instance. 

That’s why God invented cell phones. So you can call people and tell them why you are getting later and later.

The driver ran past the hotel because he had no clue where it was and was going too fast to see it. 

He eventually pulled into an area where we talked to four doormen. The first three had no clue and each sent us to the next.

The last one took one look at the paper, smiled, and then went inside to get directions.

The rest was easy. We had to go back to the start of the road. The hotel was close to the intersection.

The 24th floor was easy enough to find. So was Greg. He’s a tall, slender man who shaves his head.

I was trying to make conversation, but the voices in my head kept interrupting. I don’t think I walked into any walls or furniture, but can’t be sure.

 Nobody asked me to leave, and that’s a good thing.

Kimberly was with Greg and Eugenia when we arrived. Much of the conversation was about Kimberly’s activity in the Philippines. She and her boyfriend are updating a resort that has been in his family.

It seems they are doing much of the work themselves. Among other things, they expect that it will serve as a meeting venue for the many local organizations.

I managed to scarf down a couple of pieces of fruit and a small croissant. That and two cups of coffee.

I don’t know what was wrong with me. All I wanted to do was curl up and pass out. It may have been jet lag. I had only taken five or six beers. There was that cocktail, though.

Maybe it was the coconut water that did me in.

I spent the afternoon in bed. 

We had been talking about another boat ride and dinner with Larry but I had to beg off that.

We went to the hotel dining room for supper. I had some fried rice with crispy pork, but can’t say if it was good or mediocre. 

I was so far out of sorts that even the bottled water tasted off. 

The one hit of the meal was a surprise soup. It had a clear broth and some kind of tofu lumps. The broth had hint of chile, but overall it was soothing.

Thus soothed, I went back to bed.

Tuesday we had a 2:20 flight out of Bangkok’s other airport, Don Mueang (pronounced more or less like “Don Mwahn”) to take NokAir to Chiang Mai.

We stayed at the hotel till about 11 and had plenty of time to take lunch at the airport—more gyoza dumplings and some teriyaki pork. I still wasn’t back to beer, so I had tea.

Larry joined us because he’s going to Chiang Mai for a few days too. So is Kimberly, although her flight was considerably later than ours.

The flight takes an hour and a half. I didn’t sleep on the way but did put my head back with my eyes closed from time to time.

We are staying at the Boonthavon again. I was getting better all the time, but it was nap time again for me.

We caught up with Larry later at the U.N. Irish Bar, an ex-pat hangout about a block away on one of the main drags of the Old City called Ratchawitthi Road.

I ventured a few half-pints of Heineken, and they went down well. We ate dinner there.

Joanna had a BLT on whole wheat toast. I had a Cornish pastie. That’s pronounced “pass-tee,” I guess to distinguish it from a stripper’s accessory.

This morning we got up early, waited for the downpour to subside and then walked to the end of our soi to Ratchadamnoen Road near the Tha Phae Gate. 

We found the Black Canyon Coffee Shop open, where Joanna and I both had the same thing, pancakes with slices of banana cooked into them. The coffee is very good there, too.

On the way we met a monk out for his morning alms. We made a wei and gave him 100 baht. He chanted a much-needed prayer over my head.

God or Buddha bless you all.

I’m feeling better now. The beer-drinking is about to commence.

Harry