1. Bananas and papayas on the tree!
2. An enormous bull grazing two meters from your house (excuse the switch to the metric system, fellow Americans, it's a survival tactic).
3. A woman with laser-beam who will read your mind and steal your rich husband. She's in the market for a new farang (any takers??) and asked the Oriental Kwai to help her out by showcasing her on their website. I can't imagine why they declined.
4. Crazy swarming fish climbing over each other and throwing themselves out of the water to get to those brightly colored styrofoam balls. Actually, I assume those balls are some sort of fishfood, but the point is that these fish are aggressive...and hungry.
The other week
, I stopped at our local coffee/tea lady on the way home from work. As I was waiting for my bag of cocoa yen (iced chocolate), I noticed that her cart was decorated with some beautiful mobiles made from...beer cans.
I admired them for another couple weeks, until I finally got up the courage to ask her where she had bought them.
Her response (after some failed verbal communication) was to take them down and give them to me. She insisted I take them for free, and when I protested and offered to pay she got more than a little pissed.
I returned home and hung them up on the balcony. They are awesome, and they smell like Thai tea.
Today, I stopped by her cart to say thank you with some Ferrero Rocher. She was not pleased, but I couldn't tell if she was seriously unpleased or secretly-pleased unpleased.
I'm going with the latter because really, how can you go wrong with hazelnuts and chocolate?
If you've ever walked down a busy street in Bangkok, chances are you've had your eardrums partially blown out by one of these guys:
Traffic cops are ubiquitous in the city, and 9 out of 10 are permanently poised and ready to direct the flow (or lack thereof) of traffic, signal the all-clear to a reversing car or permanently damage the hearing of unlucky passersby with their frantic whistling.
On the left, please note the special brocaded band to which the whistle is attached, worn around the left
shoulder--this is no casual whistler.
Apparently, there are actually schools for whistlers where they learn their mysterious whistler-language. My question is, does anyone other than the whistlers know what they are trying to communicate?
One thing is clear, if you 
find yourself the victim of a whistling at the BTS, then you are standing too close for comfort to the yellow line, and it is thus your own fault. Safety first, people.
Thanks to BangkokRecorder.com and A.J.C. for the photos
