Are you shy?
Long time no entry. The elbow is healing slowly- too much typing at work. However, today was spent in unexpected metings so I have some elbow left over.
The monk blessing of the condo (tam boon bon) Saturday the 6th went well. The condo has now been blessed by a Buddhist abbott and 2 senior monks. The housewarming afterward was good. I did not do anything wrong during the ceremony. If I had known how much I would have to do before hand I might have reconsidered or at least put carpet down. Kneeling continuously and wai-ing on marble is hard. I have the bruises on my knees to prove it. According to Khun Krue (Thai teacher)the abbott likes me. I am spunky and an unusual farang. He brought me a royal Buddha as a gift. I now have three Budha images for the condo- my birth day one, the seated with nagas because the abbott noticed I liked nagas and then his gift. Khun Pranee saved the rest of the holy water for me after the abbott finished shaking it over the participants. Under instructions, I sprinkled it through the rest of the house. I spinkled extra over the two toilets that occasionally make weird noises; after all what could it hurt? I also sprinkled the cat- who ran. So I sprinkled her more. She licked it off so now she is blessed inside and out whether she likes it or not.
I have also eaten a delicate meal of crow. Seems you can get bras made in Thailand. My "huge tracts of land" do not seem to have bras stocked for their size in any of the stores. Go figure. Anyway-the fastest way to get an elderly Thai lady to feel you up is to go and be measured for a bra. There I was behind a makeshift curtain trying on a sample, when the seamstress comes in and starts rearranging. Khun Krue is calling instructions over the curtains since the seamstress speaks no English. I finally stared at the ceiling and thought of England. I have two new bras in the Thai style. I mistakenly wore one to my final fitting for a suit. My tailor, Miss Hong, stated, "you are wearing a Thai style bra. The nipple to nipple measurement is now off." And she proceeded to show me-hands on. I promised to only wear my American bras with the suit. Anyone wanting to know the exact differences in bra styles can e-mail me.
Since crawling around on the marble floor had made me sore, I went last week for my first body massage since I have been in Thailand. Knowing I do not bend as well as I could- I went for the Swedish (called oil here) instead of the Thai. As in the US, I stripped to just my panties and put on the robe. An attendent came in and gave me what I thought was a Kleenex. It was a pair of paper bikini panties. Okay. So my therapist comes in and we start the massage. Which is more in the European manner than American. Meaning right up and over the buttocks and way up the thighs- which is not done generally in more puritanical America. I had already had my boobs manipulated a few times and had several people measure me and strangers come in whilst I was in my underwear...was this so much different? Then I flipped to the front and she asks if I am shy. I said "no", perhaps I should have said yes. So now my towel is whisked away and the massage continues right down the torso. It was a might chilly wearing only the Kleenex which I hoped had not shifted when I flipped over. [I was reminded of a story that a massage therapist at the Aladdin in Vegas told me. Of how an instuctor from the UK had come to demonstrate a new massage therapy and had whisked the volunteer's towel off in mixed company since you massaged everything but the naughty bits (in a respectable spa) everywhere but the US.] So I guess I am not shy anymore and more people in Thailand have seen me in a state of undress than in the last two years in the States. If only they could have been tasty Asian guys with something else on their minds than making me new clothes...
The trend continued last night at the spa where I went to get a facial. The therapist stayed in the room as I took off my top and other persons came in and out of the connecting room. My cleavage seems to defeat all Asian tops. They will not close at certain buttons. However, most Thai girls want my cleavage. I want theirs. My Thai is not quite up to explaining all the disadvantages so I just point and say "may dii", not good.
I e-mailed a list of persons re: the pictures of my Bangkok pad. I will be sending out pix of the blessing. If I missed you and you want to see, e-mail me. The elbow is complaining so this is all you get of the latest from Bangkok.
The monk blessing of the condo (tam boon bon) Saturday the 6th went well. The condo has now been blessed by a Buddhist abbott and 2 senior monks. The housewarming afterward was good. I did not do anything wrong during the ceremony. If I had known how much I would have to do before hand I might have reconsidered or at least put carpet down. Kneeling continuously and wai-ing on marble is hard. I have the bruises on my knees to prove it. According to Khun Krue (Thai teacher)the abbott likes me. I am spunky and an unusual farang. He brought me a royal Buddha as a gift. I now have three Budha images for the condo- my birth day one, the seated with nagas because the abbott noticed I liked nagas and then his gift. Khun Pranee saved the rest of the holy water for me after the abbott finished shaking it over the participants. Under instructions, I sprinkled it through the rest of the house. I spinkled extra over the two toilets that occasionally make weird noises; after all what could it hurt? I also sprinkled the cat- who ran. So I sprinkled her more. She licked it off so now she is blessed inside and out whether she likes it or not.
I have also eaten a delicate meal of crow. Seems you can get bras made in Thailand. My "huge tracts of land" do not seem to have bras stocked for their size in any of the stores. Go figure. Anyway-the fastest way to get an elderly Thai lady to feel you up is to go and be measured for a bra. There I was behind a makeshift curtain trying on a sample, when the seamstress comes in and starts rearranging. Khun Krue is calling instructions over the curtains since the seamstress speaks no English. I finally stared at the ceiling and thought of England. I have two new bras in the Thai style. I mistakenly wore one to my final fitting for a suit. My tailor, Miss Hong, stated, "you are wearing a Thai style bra. The nipple to nipple measurement is now off." And she proceeded to show me-hands on. I promised to only wear my American bras with the suit. Anyone wanting to know the exact differences in bra styles can e-mail me.
Since crawling around on the marble floor had made me sore, I went last week for my first body massage since I have been in Thailand. Knowing I do not bend as well as I could- I went for the Swedish (called oil here) instead of the Thai. As in the US, I stripped to just my panties and put on the robe. An attendent came in and gave me what I thought was a Kleenex. It was a pair of paper bikini panties. Okay. So my therapist comes in and we start the massage. Which is more in the European manner than American. Meaning right up and over the buttocks and way up the thighs- which is not done generally in more puritanical America. I had already had my boobs manipulated a few times and had several people measure me and strangers come in whilst I was in my underwear...was this so much different? Then I flipped to the front and she asks if I am shy. I said "no", perhaps I should have said yes. So now my towel is whisked away and the massage continues right down the torso. It was a might chilly wearing only the Kleenex which I hoped had not shifted when I flipped over. [I was reminded of a story that a massage therapist at the Aladdin in Vegas told me. Of how an instuctor from the UK had come to demonstrate a new massage therapy and had whisked the volunteer's towel off in mixed company since you massaged everything but the naughty bits (in a respectable spa) everywhere but the US.] So I guess I am not shy anymore and more people in Thailand have seen me in a state of undress than in the last two years in the States. If only they could have been tasty Asian guys with something else on their minds than making me new clothes...
The trend continued last night at the spa where I went to get a facial. The therapist stayed in the room as I took off my top and other persons came in and out of the connecting room. My cleavage seems to defeat all Asian tops. They will not close at certain buttons. However, most Thai girls want my cleavage. I want theirs. My Thai is not quite up to explaining all the disadvantages so I just point and say "may dii", not good.
I e-mailed a list of persons re: the pictures of my Bangkok pad. I will be sending out pix of the blessing. If I missed you and you want to see, e-mail me. The elbow is complaining so this is all you get of the latest from Bangkok.