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Back now. Two days into my new job. My body clock is fixed while my imitation Franck Muller wristwatch is already on the blink. The luggage remains unpacked. (I left with seven kilos and came back with 48, but I left five kilos of excess body weight somewhere in Phi Phi.) My enthusiasm is waning and this will be the last of the entries. Thanks for reading and thanks a lot for your messages of support.

The trip ended, post-trekking up north with a drunk called Noi, with dinner for two atop the Banyan Tree Hotel on the 62nd floor’s Vertigo restaurant. I had a nine course dégustation menu. Mrs K had soup and salad.

We went to tailors, we hired scooters, we ate in restaurants that served wine. We counted the days until we had to come back. Then we came back.

I’ll let the photos do the talking. Over and out.

Welcome back. It’s been three weeks now and a lot has been going on. I’ll update in bite-sized chunks. It’s only four days now until I fly back to Brussels and start work again after a leave of six months. I can’t say I’m looking forward to it very much.

Mark Twain wrote a short story once about a jumping frog. He included it in a second anthology as a translation into English from a translation into French, with an attack on the Gallic language and its literary reviewers. I noticed that somebody in Italy had recently used Google to translate this website into their language. So I translated that version back into English using the same software and got:

As to kill time to Bangkok

It has been of five days of it appeal to-pleasure-hunting with Gus, posterior part still from the Laos. We have been to the restaurants Headquarters-Orientals and Japanese, the Irish banns and the Korean bars, the barbecue of the way, the bookshops, the cinematografi and the uneven place with a name like “Spanky” or “one night to Bangkok” in order to watch the human traffic.

• Squali of the blow to the world of the ocean of the Siam.
• They contemplate to go to the church to sing the carols, then change idea when, on I consult of the website ones of the church, you do not see nothing but the photos of small army of Institutors of the women white women-haired who ago the good actions.
• It carries out immense, a study detailed and comparable of the malls of shopping de Bangkok. Vibration chair is based in a store of electronics in one while watching one television $60000. It admires Ferraris and Bentleys on the concourse (you do not obtain that one to Bluewater) and eats the pastry shops imported cream cooked from a chef French with a famous face.
• It reads something from Paul Theroux (witty) or Michael Palin (verbose.)
• It drinks the tea of the mint and smoke one sheesha in little Arabia.

Beer or three is met me with Jerry Hopkins for one. Jerry has written the biography of Jim Morrison, nobody exits alive and is hour here a resident of long duration de Bangkok. It possesses a house upcountry with its moglie but it passes the greater part of its time in the city, that it has telephone lines. After a brace of the beers in its appartment we have gone to one bar. It was empty beyond we but there was traffic through the bar. Salt-job bar is transparent was one. “they do not sell the a.lot of beer,” Jerry here said. Therefore, been born them happy.

Mrs K will arrive after tomorrow so as to the free-time to modernize this will be to a prize. It will control or two times once within, however. I have of I have of I have and all that one.

It’s been five days of pleasure-hunting with Gus, back again from Laos. We’ve been to Middle-Eastern and Japanese restaurants, Irish pubs and Korean bars, street barbecues, bookshops, cinemas and the odd place with a name like “Spanky’s” or “One Night in Bangkok” to watch the human traffic.

1. Stroke sharks at Siam Ocean World.
2. Contemplate going to church to sing carols, then change your mind when, upon consulting the church’s website, you see nothing but photos of a small army of white-haired Women’s Institutors doing good deeds.
3. Perform an extensive, detailed, comparable study of Bangkok’s shopping malls. Sit in an electronics shop in a vibrating chair whilst watching a $60000 television. Admire Ferraris and Bentleys on the concourse (you don’t get that at Bluewater) and eat cream pastries cooked by an imported French chef with a famous face.
4. Read something by Paul Theroux (witty) or Michael Palin (verbose.)
5. Drink mint tea and smoke a sheesha in Little Arabia.

I met up with Jerry Hopkins for a beer or three. Jerry wrote the Jim Morrison biography, No One Here Gets Out Alive, and is now a long-term Bangkok resident. He owns a house upcountry with his wife but spends most of his time in the city, which has phone lines. After a couple of beers in his appartment we went to a bar. It was empty apart from us but there was traffic through the bar. Transpires it was a blow-job bar. “They don’t sell a lot of beer here,” Jerry said.

So, happy Christmas. Mrs K arrives the day after tomorrow so free-time to update this will be at a premium. Will check in once or twice, though. Ho ho ho and all that.