Today, Wednesday, is my last day in Roi Et. There is very little on the program as Lung addie wants to keep it quiet because of the long way back to his homestay, in the South, tomorrow. A ride of about 950 km awaits and you can start well rested.
Bullshit jobs and things that go differently here
In my blog about the Grote Beurt I already wrote about the man at the garage who shows you where you can park and who helps you back on the road with a lot of whistling and gestures. You also have such an official in Thailand at many hotels, restaurants and official institutions such as banks. At banks you also have someone who opens the door for you, welcomes you, and takes a serial number from the machine for you. And in many shops, after the cash register, at the exit, there is someone who checks your receipt and stamps it. Sometimes there is even someone who walks with you to put the groceries in the car.
Landed on a tropical island: Smurfs at the waterfall, you have to keep an eye out for it
Els has received a tip from a guest from the cafe that there is a waterfall where very few tourists come. There is a large and deep pool, where you can just swim and there is a rock to jump from. He said it is very beautiful and has a special atmosphere. Apart from Thai children, spiritual people also sometimes go there.
Honesty
It is nice to know that there are enough honest Thai people in Thailand. In this story an ode to the lady who returned my credit card.
Wan Di Wan Mai Di: A dead and a ghost
A week ago, on a Monday afternoon around half past four, I turned into the soi on my bike. The first day of the working week is over. I now see that it is a bit unusually busy on the soi, just in front of the condo building where I live. And I also see police and men from a rescue team. It will not be true that what I already wrote: the policeman-gig came with his gun to get a story from his ex Ann and/or her new gig? No. I also see Ann standing outside so she is unharmed.
Today is “tourist day”. Since my stay here in Roi Et is very limited to a few days, a strict selection has to be made of what MUST be seen, which you certainly should not have missed when you come to a certain region. My host, Louis, who has been living in Roi Et for several years, and what I honestly call a very good choice on his part, advises me to visit one, according to him, …
Thailand, a land of extremes….
Bart Cobus has been living in Thailand since November 2014. After his retirement as a marine, 33 years of loyal and honest service (that's what they call this, the question remains, he says himself) he lived in the Antilles and now in Thailand. Bart regularly writes a column on his Facebook page and also wants to share it with the readers of Thailandblog.
You all have it that you feel a bit uncomfortable in certain situations. We currently have that (a bit) when buying pineapple. How could you possibly be uncomfortable with that, you're probably wondering? I'll explain.
Take care of your Thai wife!
Mike falls ill, but does not allow himself to be treated until it is too late and dies. Mike had arranged nothing but nothing for his Thai wife. Everything he owned - and it wasn't much - went to his legal husband in England. He left his Thai wife completely penniless, unable to even afford the cost of the cremation ceremony, which Mike's friends paid for.
After a hearty breakfast from the resort to Nong Ki Lek to say goodbye to my Mae Baan's family. We can all take it easy because from here to the destination in Roi Et my Lady Garmin indicates barely 252km. Not far so by Thai standards.
Daily Life in Thailand: A True Story (Part 2)
Sweetheart, the apple of Martin Brands' eye, is told by a fortune teller that emerald is her birth-stone. He advises her to wear the diamond. Is Martin going to buy her one? And what does that karaoke set ('That's really suffering') have to do with it?
Living as a Single Farang in the Jungle: From the South to Isaan (Day 4) rectification
When the article “From the South to Isaan. Day 4 “ of Lung addie appeared on the blog last week I was once again on “marode”. This time not so far from home, but to Hua Hin, to meet a Belgian former neighbor who stayed there for a few days. Lung addie had planned to spend 5 days without telephone and internet. This is why he couldn't respond to the reactions his "Day 4" article provoked.
Daily Life in Thailand: A True Story (Part 1)
Sweetheart, the apple of Martin Brands' eye, is told by a fortune teller that emerald is her birth-stone. He advises her to wear the diamond. In part 1 of 'A True Story' Martin comes face to face with a 'literally shine-to-run' ring with a large square emerald. If that ends well.
Wan Di Wan Mai Di: Noi (part 3 and conclusion)
About 4 years ago I met Noi for the first time. She was the new manager of the laundry and ironing shop in the condo building where I live. My wife and I were happy with that. Not because of the washing. We are still able to put the laundry in the machine and hang it up ourselves. But ironing is sometimes too much work, also because we both work full time and have no domestic help.
Buy a printer
Printers… those bitches turn out to be much more expensive here than in the Netherlands. And having a print made at the copy shop costs almost nothing. We had therefore not yet purchased a printer, but when we received a USB stick from the copy shop with a virus on it, we thought it was time for our own printer. It also makes it easier for us to print a photo for someone every now and then. We take a lot of pictures, also of people from the neighbourhood, and a printout of them as a thank you is very much appreciated.
Reader Submission: My Thai Hairdresser (End)
When I was still working I had a lot to do with NATO colleagues. A very popular abbreviation of “No Action Talk Only” When I retired exactly 2 years ago, I thought I had gotten rid of that, but nothing could be further from the truth.
When I was still working I had a lot to do with NATO colleagues. A very popular abbreviation of “No Action Talk Only” When I retired exactly 2 years ago, I thought I had gotten rid of that, but nothing could be further from the truth.