Bangkok, luxury
Trip Start
May 15, 2007
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Trip End
Jul 15, 2007
Bangkok,
Thailand
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
By the time we got to a taxi it was after 1pm - proving, once again, that a day with travel is nearly always a day of travel. Ride to the house where we are staying took about 45 minutes. Young man opens a big rolling gate and we walk across a parking area to an old small, thick gate overhung with flowering vines
01 Gate
set into a white masonry wall. There is a laterite wall between the gate and the house. Past the wall there is a reflecting pool with lotuses growing (and not your average garden lotuses, either) and then a contemporary 3 story white house. Into the foyer through massive old wood doors - old table in the center, large (~10'high) old cabinets on each side of the next door and between them and the door are a pair of old metal Dong Son or "rain drums." Through another doorway into a courtyard with a fountain in the center, several pots with large orchids growing, and a servant offering cold water. On the other side of the fountain are open sitting and dining areas, with beautiful antiques everywhere. Beyond that is a swimming pool (that we later learn is salt water) and past that, beautifully landscaped grounds. Up the stairs (3 flights as the first floor is 2 stories high) and onto a balcony running above/around the courtyard and into the room where we'll stay for the next 3 days. Our room is furnished with (what else) beautiful antiques - mostly Chinese, and some English. Everything is of the most exquisite wood. There is a sitting room 1 door away with one of the many old Chinese settees or daybeds (also several "opium beds") in the house. If we had a 1000 times more money this is a lot like a home we would have.
03 Across courtyard
After we shower and settle in we meet Harry, the man who owns the home, with his partner, Brook. Cocktails at 7 (juice for me, please) and Leslie and I take off for dinner - pad Thai and shrimp with garlic and chilis. Good, but expensive (~$12USD).
Needless to say, the aircon works very well - a needed break after the heat of Burma. Breakfast is continental, with cereal, fruit (grrreat mango), toast, coffee, etc.
The Bangkok Post today has an article about a woman living in Malaysia, a country the paper calls a "moderate Muslim" country. The woman lost a 5 year battle to have the religion on her ID card changed from Muslim to Christian. She converted 17 years ago according to the article. The Malaysia Supreme Court Chief "Justice" (Justice - what a crock that title is) was quoted in his ruling as writing, "You cannot, at whim and fancy convert from one religion to another." The issue for that vile old cracker is "apostasy." The paper said "apostates" undergo "counseling and, ultimately, fining or jailing them if they do not desist." There's "moderate Muslim" (the religion of peace) for you.
We took the "skytrain" - a great new (to us) addition to Bangkok - to the Central Department Store Mall to walk around in the aircon cleanliness and sample this and that great thing in the food court (more on food courts later - they ain't your American food court variety, that's for sure). We had a pork variety of laab (chopped meat with lime juice, chilis, onion, and so on - actually, I can make it better than this, but it was still good), rice, prik nam pla. We brought home some sticky rice with mango and coconut milk + some bread and cheese.
We got back just a few minutes after David arrived from Amsterdam. Joyful day! He looks wonderful and seems very well - if a little tired. We had lunch with David, Harry and Brook, catching up. After lunch we went to our room to talk and be together. We've been a half a world away since December - a long time for our close little family.
David is well, except for having a cough. His trip to Europe with his friend Brandy was very good: Amsterdam, Madrid, Rome, London, Paris, Amsterdam. They stayed either in hostels or with friends. In contradistinction to David's previous travels, they went to many museums, galleries, etc. David and Brandy will rejoin in Cambodia in July and finally, in August, will come home together.
07 CK on O bed
Going back to Cambodia this time will be bittersweet for David. He has chosen to live in a Cambodian vs. expat neighborhood and being in Cambodia has not been the easiest of times for him. But he has persevered and done well. The first time I was at the market 1.5 blocks from David's apartment there was a man lying face down in the mud. He was alive. I have no idea why he was lying there like that, but there he was. It felt like India in the 1970s. There was a man whose face had been burned off and what was left was an awful red, oozing mask of horror. I remember wondering if he had been handsome before. There were women begging, each one carrying a wispy-haired baby and trailed by children with the red hair of malnutrition. But now I see that there is a lot good about David's neighborhood too - some nice homes, some people who have been nice to David, some people who have been extraordinarily nice to him, a great market close by (and a not so great market a half block away.
It is good to be with our son and I am glad we're going back to Cambodia together.
Side comments: (1) In a few hours in Bangkok we've seen many more westerners than in 10 days in Burma. I recall several discussions on a backpacker message board re westerners speaking to one another in passing. Several posters were like, superior to speaking (I have no idea why) and here in Thailand, overrun with westerners, they do not often speak to one another - maybe it's about being too cool - (I've been here for 2 weeks or 3 months or whatever). In Burma, everyone speaks. (2) In my opinion, people who think there is no difference between tourists and travelers probably have not traveled in Burma - it is not a tourist place!
Part of the time the windows and door to our room are open for the breeze to cross the bed and Chinese day bed.
10 Our room
About those food courts. You used too be able to get a plate of rice and 2 curries for 20-25 baht (when $1USD = 20-22B) at places along the street. Now the same thing is available at numerous food courts in department stores except that there is a much wider variety of food, there is aircon, and it's cleaner. Back when at our favorite place in Chiang Mai it was easy to spot rodents running along the walls and I remember once while we were eating a dog was vomiting on the sidewalk. A plate of rice with 2 curries or 1 curry and a bowl of tom kha now costs ~50 B (33.5 B/$1USD). For dinner our last night David and I got full bento boxes (I told you the variety is wide), one with salmon, rice, sushi, and sides; the other with shrimp tempura, rice, sushi, and sides - each for 150B. Bud, it's an extravaganza alright. The major issues are what to have now and when will be able to eat again. I still haven't beaten 1st Chinese BBQ - but I have matched it,
Our time in BK has been good. Being with David again is a great blessing. My family of origin was not close, so this especially sweet for me.
Neither of us has ever lived in such luxury. There is almost nothing new and the antiques are incomparable. Almost everything is paired, except for the numerous Persian, etc. carpets and the day beds and opium beds. There are also several hill tribe baskets of first quality in every room. In our room alone there are 3 Chinese tables, 2 English tables, 3 Chinese chests of varying sizes, a day bed, a sleeping bed, a Chinese thing to set shoes etc. by the door, and 5 or 6 excellent quality rugs. Our bathroom here is bigger than our guesthouse room and bath in Hong Kong. We have not seen a TV nor heard a radio in this house either.
Even with windows closed, though, we can hear the singing of the call to prayer at the mosque a few blocks away. Fortunately, their sound system is good, if way to loud. If I lived here I think I might be playing some Nine Inch Nails classics at top volume in response.
04 Dining area
I've read a great book while in BK: River of Time by Jon Swain, one of the last westerners to get out of Phnom Penh in 1975. You may recall early in the movie, The Killing Fields, that Dith Pran, Sydney Schanfield, and two other men were captured by the Khmer Rouge and kept in an APC. Swain was one of those men. He wrote in this book,
"Whole generations of westerners who went out there as soldiers, doctors, planters, or journalists ... lost their hearts to these lands of the Mekong ... there are places that take over a man's soul."
