| Tuesday, October 02, 2007 |
| Can't stand the heat? Get into the mega-mall. |
 Bangkok, home to the overwhelmingly posh and freezing cold mega-malls, is concerned about global warming. Central World is cavernous and kept at a temperature of -5C. When the earth overheats and the fishies in the Gulf of Thailand go belly-up, everyone can just move into Central World. Stop sweating out in the global warmth, and come on in where the air-con is strong and we'll all stay cool! Bring your piscine friends and they can swim in the fountain. Problem solved. Enviro-change is easy.
 Bec was my tour guide, and I was so relieved to have a friend in the big, scary city! We shopped, had coffee, reminisced, gossiped about the old OK gang, and walked all over the Siam area. Meeting with Bec and Steve and Bulgaria Adam simultaneously was a retro Takahashi reunion, but it was nothing like Joyfull. (Dani was our missing ingredient! And greentea redbean sweetmilk shaved ice in a bowl the size of your head. And scary hamburg. And yankee J-punks.)
 All those little balls were bouncing around as if possessed. Brilliant.
 Tim-chan skipped out on work and rolled in on Thursday for a long weekend in Thai. We met up with the Tak Crew 'n' Friends for theoretically Egyptian food in the Little Arabia quarter (which is a rather broad term that has few boundaries or inclusions), followed by a "birthday" shisha. I think there are probably guidelines to how long you can milk the bday privileges, and Tim was pushing it. I am still thinking about the hummous and bread and feta dip and the mysterious chopped parsley dish that looked like lawn clippings but tasted like salad heaven. With Lebanese soap operas on the TV, sweet shisha smoke heavy in the air, all the signs written in beautiful foreign calligraphy, and women in veils or burqua being escorted along the side streets by a man, it was one of a hundred moments I have in Bangkok in which I can't remember what country I'm in.
 Laffy Taffy taxi cabs in the gridlock game. |
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