Isan letters (1)
Once again I see a farang in the village, it is not the first time. Strange that our women nowadays turn more and more to the strangers instead of our own men. For a part I understand, a farang has money. But that is the only thing for me, for the rest they are just strange fellows. They don't know their world, they don't know our customs.
The passerby
The last two months I regularly ran into him when someone had died. In December alone we had six funerals of men around our house. Two of these were cousins, killed in motorcycle accidents. In addition, two older men and very sadly, also two younger men, who drove into an inadvertently opened truck door.
If something special happens in our village or in an adjacent village, Lung addie is usually informed. Either by his neighbour, or by the local poojaaibaan itself. The poejaaibaan knows that something about his village will then appear on the internet, something that, although he cannot read it but can view the photos, he appreciates it very much because it is about his village and he is proud of it on.
A three-dimensional Droste effect in Thai style
For twenty-three years, from 1988 to 2011, I enjoyed living in Haarlem, northwest of the station, in the direction of Bloemendaal and Overveen. With a strong easterly wind and a certain phase of the production process, a heavy, unmistakable cocoa smell, coming from the Droste factory, located on the Spaarne, sometimes penetrated the nostrils.
Construction update
Oops, the last blog is already from 3 weeks ago. That has everything to do with the fact that we are now fully working on the house. The basic construction is done and now it's our turn. The latest update on construction is from early January. So it's high time to tell you how it stands now.
Greetings from Isaan (10)
House Inquisitor has a problem. Sign. And they are more difficult to combat than you might think. It started quite innocently: during the daily brushing of the three dogs you regularly found an animal, but that gradually became more and more. Too much at one point, LinLin, the mother bitch of four years, has suddenly aged ten years in a short time.
Walter the German on Koh Samui
Hans drinks a beer at Walter the German. Walter is idolized by the village population. 'Life here is good, I feel like a modest king in this village. Yes, life is good like this.'
He submits this true story of Antoine for education and entertainment. Read how Ngu, his Thai sister-in-law, swindled him out of a hefty sum.
The first time I came to Thailand I fell in love. In love with the country and I soon knew I would come back here more often. After several visits I got to know my current friend Koson. We started a relationship and then you know: there will come a time when you will be introduced to the in-laws.
Living as a Single Farang in the Jungle: On the road 9 – Tha Sae, the hell of the South West
It's been a while since Lung addie, in his own region, has been on a motorcycle reconnaissance. This was because he took most of the interesting places of Chumphon province with him. But there was another reasonable area that had actually fallen into oblivion a bit, namely Tha Sae, an area bordering Myanmar.
Greetings from Isaan (9)
The road from the Inquisitor's house to the center of the village is exactly one kilometer long and full of bends. In a straight line it would be about half, but it is probably an ancient natural walkway that grew into a street. In the first short part there are another five houses and then you come between the rice fields. However, trees regularly stand in the way of a mechanical harvest, but they do provide a good shady spot for manual work.
A wheelbarrow in the Isan
Sometimes nice incidents occur in daily life here. We have a large garden and I think that goes with a wheelbarrow. I discovered one in the back. Unfortunately, due to prolonged exposure to the elements, the bottom had rusted through and the wheel no longer turned.
Life in Thailand: The motorbike taxi
Do takes a ride with a motorbike taxi. At an intersection, the light turns green, but the driver does not respond. What is going on?
Greetings from Isaan (8)
It is a picturesque building, actually no more than a few tree trunks that function as supporting posts. There are horizontally thick long branches on top of it and diagonally here, sloping from front to back, are another arm-thick branches, on which second-hand iron corrugated plates are nailed, which overhang both at the front and at the back. A kind of low fence has been installed on the side walls, also with thick branches, with a small opening as a gate. That opening is closed with loose bamboo sticks, arm-thick but light in weight. The result is a rickety whole that can still hold up when some heavier gusts of wind arise.
Life as a single Farang in the Jungle: End of Isan stay
After the surprise of the leak in the newly installed water pipe, both C&A and Lung Addie were obliged to stay a little longer in Nong Ki Lek. A small change in the program, but we are very flexible, especially when it comes to time.
Greetings from Isaan (7)
And there it was, the rain. After eighteen weeks of drought a relief, a celebration. The soil thirstily sucked up the moisture, all dust was washed away. It seemed as if the air was being cleaned, a smell of ozone wafted around. Moreover, it did not cool down too much, pleasant temperature during the day so that you feel like spring.
Daily life in Thailand: Bert goes jogging
Bert takes us on his jogging round. About Jai from Isan, her son who is always drunk and a lanky, self-absorbed man who sits on a concrete ledge.