Category Archives: In Thailand

Sawas-dee ka!

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Hello folks! We have now been in Thailand for a full, solid week: the man is at work, the kids are in school, and I am learning the city, little by little.

I’d forgotten the glaring differences between a small town and a big city, the most glaring of all being, uh, l’odeur. The combination of car exhausts and drainage grates is amplified by the heat. And man, I tell you, it will take a while to get used to that.

Another huge difference is the people. The people are so interesting to look at! If you have to sit and wait somewhere, there’s no need to read a book or pretend to be engrossed in your cell phone (or mobile, as they call it here). You are completely entertained by the folks walking by, or waiting near you. People of all shapes and sizes, people of all nationalities, with their clothes and shoes and hairstyles; and my favourite so far, people whom you can’t tell if they’re a man or a woman. It’s an exercise in physical discipline, covert eye movement, and poker face-ism, to try to examine him (or her?) long enough to determine the gender. And even in the end, I’m sure I’ve come to the wrong conclusion, anyway.

We’re lucky enough to live in an apartment building that is both on a quiet cul-de-sac, and just five minutes’ walk to the noisy, busy Sukhumvit Road. Alaric takes the sky train and subway to and from work (faster than taking a car). We’re a short walk away from Emporium, the posh mall where a pair of shoes can cost a month’s rent, but also where you can have a cheap snack while you dream about said shoes…

The kids are both delighted and taken aback by the lack of seatbelt requirement. Funny, they’ve never ridden unbuckled in a vehicle (with permission, that is.) And you can see fear and exhilaration in their faces, when riding in the tuk-tuk, that funky four-seater, open-sided, three-wheeled vehicle.

More to come…

 

 

The Second Big Goodbye

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On Monday 22nd October, we said goodbye to our pretty blond cocker-shnoodle, Emma. After several dry weeks of no one being interested in adopting her, a well-connected friend emailed our little “Family Wanted” poster to a bunch of her equally well-connected friends. And boy, did that ever do the trick! We were suddenly flooded with phone calls and emails enquiring about Emma. So I had the privilege of interviewing several interested parties, and had a few visit Emma here at home. And one fantastic family stood out. They happened to visit a few hours after I mentioned to my mum, “I’m waiting for somebody to come in, sit on the floor, and wait for Emma to approach them. ” And so this family did just that, no prompting, nothing! They just knew what to do with a shy dog. And even before they ended their visit, even before I spoke to Alaric and the kids about my views, I knew that this was the right family for Emma. Call it gut feeling or intuition or dog-ternal instinct. I never even remembered to ask what they did for a living, until the lady volunteered that information the following day.

The following day, I took Emma to visit her potential new family, and she was quite at ease in their house, and with their other dog too. But their cat intimidated the hell out of her! I loved that the family’s huge, elegant house felt warm and inviting, not museum-like and intimidating. Emma was curious and sprightly as she explored the house and grounds.

And so, on Monday we said our goodbyes, and I drove Emma over, with all her gear in tow. As we entered the neighbourhood, Emma started whining in that high-pitched breathy way, the way dogs do when they can hardly contain their excitement. A very good sign. After a few minutes, I kissed her, and more or less bolted outta there, with an almost brusque goodbye to the new owners, in order to cry like a baby on the drive home.

But I know she’s happy there: the new owner emailed later that day to say that Emma was settling in well, and that she was already in love our blond princess.

The house feels oddly empty, now that it’s completely dogless. I suppose it will take moving to the other side of the world, to get used to it?