After a 7 AM breakfast of delicious short bananas on toast and drinking what resembles coffee only in that it is brownish, dark and hot, we are enjoying a quiet morning in the dining room of the Ploy Guesthouse. It is hot and damp, the pages of the book are mushy.
A little reading, blogging, swimming. The ever present tv is spewing inanities, morning general affairs discussions, products, just like home; the Thai rock music segments are unknown to me, singing along with Karaoke subtitles with Thai and roman script running past. Most tourist attractions are playing Rod Stewart, Bob Marley hits either originals or local versions in broken English.
A woman wearing a typical hat is quietly fishing with a large siv like net from her paddle boat just off the pier. Occasionally a brightly colored long tail boat zooms past in the distance. The staff is attempting to tidy up the dining room leaving only our table messy.
Heavy rain fell for about half an hour, then suddenly stopped. Within a few minutes, the sky is bright again.
The view from the meditation room on the third floor is stunning. You can almost see the Kwei river bridge from here, just around the bend to the north. The quiet settles me down, I'm watching the brown and black birds and magpies flitting below, some sparrows and a lone dove appear. The everpresent geckos hang off the walls. This is a place for meditation.
Air movements only perceptible to hot and humid skin float by from time to time and soothe the body. I'm growing accustomed to this climate, in the shade. It's fun to wander into bright sunshine, but I grow tired in minutes of exposure and start hunting for shade. Luckily most days have been partly cloudy and so only diffuse sun reaches me most of the time.
We are off to Bangkok at 2:44 PM so I must pack. Three hours on the wooden seats can only be considered "an experience" to be tried for fun; still it is much better than a tuk tuk.
Most days, my energy runs out around 3 PM and I seek refuge in AC.
