Worth the Wade

Not much to report over the weekend...

Mickey revised some materials for some upcoming reports. Some of the papers have to do with recent flooding and the very dramatic damaged caused not far from our location. Other material has to do with what amounts to slave Burmese labor in a factory outside of Bangkok.

Marissa returned from a great couple of days in Bangkok and we spent some time with her before saying goodbye.

Saturday evening we were to attend a going away party for a Burmese woman who came to observe FED for three weeks and who assisted in a number of different ways. We like her a great deal. We were to attend the party briefly because we had to get Marissa off to Phuket, over an hour away to catch her plane. Because we do not drive we booked a cab round trip and arranged to have it wait for us for 30 minutes so we could pay proper respects. Only problem is that Mickey (and he will admit this) got lost and we could not find the party. By the time we thought we were close, it was nearly time to turn around and come back to get Marissa finished packing and on her way.

Sunday, we sat out and read for the morning. We went to eat lunch at a favorite spot just a short walk down the beach. Since the Tsunami in Japan the sea here has intruded on all of the beaches and at least temporarily eroded pretty good chunks. The place we like so much has seen its beach decimated. Water actually entered its kitchen. To get there we normally wade through a little wash. This time the water was up to our chests. Worth the wade! Food was so good! Phak Bung or Morning Glory fried with some onion in lime with prawns belongs at Jazz Fest (so do we). As it is now low season here the Sunset Bar (it's name) will close until October with next Sunday as its last day. We will be there.

We also handled the mundane today. Picked up 3.6 kilos of washed and ironed laundry. It smells so good now when just the other day it smelled so bad from sweating (100 degree days). Had my feet sand blasted to take off some of the coarseness walking barefoot causes. Mickey got his HAIR CUT. No, really. If he were a sheep and his hair wool, some farmer would make a fine pullover sweater with what he gave up today. That presumes there is a market for coarse gray and brown, and gray wool. Always looking for value. Mickey sees it this way---The hair cut was $2.20 including the razor cutting of neck and around ears. He gave all the hair he had. By the pound he got by far the better bargain.