thursday night arrived, unpacked my suitcase
friday run some errands, meet the parents
saturday - memory gone astray
sunday night karaoke fever
short skirts, long legs
then we had to leave there
monday morning matrimony
mike bought the deal - how does it feel?
that night the band plays on
spirits flow, lights are low
who steals the show?
up on the stage this chick, hot stuff
can't get enough
tuesday morning all go home
I'm on my own
just like a rolling stone 

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And you may ask yourself 'How did he get here?'
I was invited to a wedding. Mike and Phorn are getting married. Mike is a friend of mine from my hometown in Belgium. Not everyday does one get invited to a traditional Thai wedding ... and since I was in the neighborhood, so to speak, here I am. An invitation here, a suggestion there ... that is how my itinerary on this journey has taken shape.
The first days in Thailand are a bit of a whirlwind, what with the new country, new customs and new LANGUAGE - uh, oh. For the first time in my life I am faced with language failure. Dutch, French, English and Spanish always got me through, wherever I've been. But not here. The Thai, never colonized by the Brits, generally don't speak English ( and why is this a surprise to me? ) nor do I, never colonized by the Thais, speak Thai. This realization really hits me that first evening, when, alone, I set out on an exploratory walkabout of the local market street looking for dinner. I beat the retreat to the security of my hotel dining room and its English/Thai bilingual menu. I end up with prawn salad ...and my first Karaoke show. I will spare you the details of my strawberry ice cream dessert.

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...and thank you for flying Thai...
The sultry voice over the PA wakes me from my slumber stretched out over 4 seats in the half full cabin. My pleasure, I think.
As soon as I walked on board, I knew a pleasant flight was ahead. Not just did the plane look and smell like new, the gorgeous attendants in stylish traditional Thai outfits surely were selected for their good looks.
Thai Airways is a smooth operator. At 5am, we arrive as scheduled. By 6am I have collected my luggage and passed through customs and immigration. In six hours, around noon, I am to meet my friends Mike and Phorn at the domestic terminal. What to do in the next 6 hours? After a more or less sleepless night and with another 5 hour busride ahead this afternoon, I go 'looking for soul food and a place to sleep'. I tolerate a dismal airport quality breakfast to pass the time until 8am, when Amari, a first class airport hotel, offers just what I need: 3 hour mini stays for transit passengers. Never mind the price, this is a good time to indulge.
When I meet my friends at noon, I feel like an arrow that could go all the way, as Jack Kerouac might have said. At 1pm we catch the luxury aircon bus that will take us to Petchabun. 'Dorothy, I don't believe we're in India anymore', as Toto might have said. This bus is a real Mercedes, not like the 'Tata', India's licensed copy of same. At 6pm, 26 hours after leaving Gokulam, Auroville, I arrive in Petchabun, where I check in to 'Burapa' hotel, reminiscent of a Holiday Inn, anno 1960.

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