Cowboys and Whiskey

Trip Start Jun 15, 2003
Trip End Jun 07, 2004

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Wednesday, July 9, 2003

Arriving back in Surin after a brief stop in Ayutthaya (Janna, it's not the same without you!!) it's nice to see the familiar again. Ayutthaya was as ever, though this time hanging out with Peter from New Zealand-via-Korea. A sound man who introduced Jack Johnson to the musical repertoire of Tony's Place and fell out big time with PU Guesthouse for passing out on the porch, thanks to three bottles of SamSong. I don't know at what stage I became responsible for my new buddy but they decided to wake me up at 6:30 anyway and you can imagine how impressed I was.... Still, nothing a green curry at dawn won't fix.

So, Aree and Pirom had two new guests in Surin: Matt the new school teacher from Sweden and David from the US who spoke fluent Thai. (This always comes in handy.) Matt's advice with regards to teaching in Thailand was don't expect students to pay attention and don't lose your temper. Nice one. we shall see...

I rang Yaowapa, the woman organising the english camp, and was very disappointed to hear that the camp has been postponed - again. But would I like to come to Chumponburi anyway? I agree to go the next day and decide to make the most of this brief stay in Surin.

With Matt and David in tow, we head to Nick's Restaurant to surprise the family. Nick tells us it looks like he won't be going to Uni in Australia as soon as he would like, but fingers crossed he gets back to Oz this coming year. Fabulous dinner as always and then a major photo session. Nick and his Dad drive us across town to a fantastic Country & Western Bar that Matt was introduced to.

It is truly a slice of the Wild West in downtown Surin. Everyone recognises Matt and the band plays a tribute to him - 'There's A New Kid In Town'. Oh, the joy of being a school teacher in a small town! The band is fantastic and I learnt that in Isan, when the singer/band is from Isan, they are always presented with a lei of whiote flowers from admirers in the crowd. I have been wondering what all these things were. It's handy knowing someone who speaks and knows about Thailand. But although the band were brilliant, nobody dances. So I have to settle for jigging about in my chair.

We make a bad decision to try another place across the road. The owners's Swedish husband is super super dodgy and from what we can tell, he and his two friends are interviewing girls for the crusty old guy who sits with them and puts the 'L' in lecherous. Why are men so disgusting and women so complicit?

Anyway, the singer's whisky-and-cigarettes voice inspires David and I to return to the Western bar and move onto the SamSong-and-soda. All in the name of improving my karaoke. We end up leaving the joint at 2 a.m. and getting an old samlaew driver to pedal us home. Luckily, no timetable to get to Chumponburi the next day...
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