The Unexpected Trip
Or so we thought. While her red blood cell counts were improving, something wasn't right. She was losing balance and strength in her hind legs. Unknown to us, the drugs we had been giving her to get her life back, was unfortunately masking an even deeper problem. Our girl had cancer and it was too far down the road. It was very aggresisive and had grown beyond control during her treatments for the blood disorder. We lost her soon after. The picture below was our last day together.
The entire clan, as well as some friends of the family, took off for Suphattra Land in Rayong. Suphattra Land is a massive fruit farm catering mostly to tourists. They have nearly everything imaginable growing and fruiting. You can walk or take a tram where a guide gives a running commentary along the way...all in Thai of course.
You can hop off and pick your own fruit in designated areas. The entire family got involved in this and we competed to find the best rambutan bunches. The park was beautiful and the tram ride entertaining.
The pic below sort tells that I was the one doing the entertaining at that moment. I saw the giant fruit up there mistook a couple of langsat to be a couple of huge nuts. I couldn't resist. Our tram ride was pretty roudy after that!
The mangosteen, however, was a winner. I would eat several kilos of them in one sitting.
Royal Varuna Yacht Club
So Osinni has me grab a line and lean way out while he does the same. Next I know, this heavy bastard was coming up and over right on top of us. He neglected to give any pointers concerning what to expect or like where to go and what to do. Little things filed under "would have been great to know". The damn thing comes right down on my head and drives me under like a giant hammer. WTF?! That smarted. Part of me wanted to kill him but the other part convinced me I probably needed him to get back. So I swallowed the number of comments that were in line to erupt. It was an oversight and I'm sure he didn't mean it...or did he? Maybe earlier comments on how useless the UN was came back to bite me in the ass. Maybe he was planning on feeding me to the grabs all along.
Now...getting this pig back over was a lot harder than getting it to capsize...especially when there is no wind. Another juicy bit of knowledge that was forgotten about. We dicked around out there for a couple of hours I'm betting. No matter how hard we tried, without the wind to aid the effort, nothing we did was bringing that bitch upright.
So we floated in the water waiting for some wind. Man, a beer really sounded like a winner right about then. Maybe some munchies too. Started to wonder if my head was bleeding and attracting any unwelcome guests. Wonder what time it was? Got to be close to dinner. Now I'm really hungry. Thirsty too. Why did I come back out here again? A hat. A hat would be nice. Too far to swim or I would have left him. An upside down sail boat is pretty useless. At least it floats. Where the f$%# is the wind?! Wow...that breeze feels good. I bet sitting in the shade it would feel really good. Breeze? Yeah...here comes some wind finally. So with the wind finally here to help out, we got it upright.
The wind was kicking ass now and were humming along. Osinni was a decent sailor but would not be competing in the America's Cup anytime soon. Some miscalculations with sail positioning and we were soon upended again. Doing this sitting still is one thing. At speed, quite another. You're assholes and elbows all mixed up with rigging and other nautical parts that are much harder than me. But we did make it back eventually...a little bruised and battered. Still always good to be out on the water.
An American Monk in Thailand
It was quite a drive and I'm not one for being in a vehicle for long periods of time. I consider anything more than 30 minutes a "long period of time". But any time you are in a vehicle in Thailand, the ride is far from boring. People either race or crawl. Everyone makes up lanes as they go...and that doesn't mean they stay on their side of the road either. Bee's dad drives in the center. Yep...straddles that center line like it was a slot car on those race sets you had as a kid. Going around blind curves or coming up on a rise in the road makes for some sphincter-tightening moments.
The monk's name is Sumano. If you are interested, you can learn more about him from a few video documentaries. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1oCgGtXED0I
Wrap it up
Overall, the trip was a good one. Always good to spend time with family, and experiencing the beauty and bounty of Thailand was a bonus. There were some down moments when thoughts of our loss flooded the senses. Nothing could be done but ride those moments out. I certainly did not feel like leaving.