HHF,
No I arrived in 84 and left in 97 have been back a couple of times on business and yes the place has changed dramaticaly since I left so you would not recognise it at all if you left in 84.
I'm back in Hua Hin around Sept, shall pm you for a cold beer before coming out
I miss Thailand...
-
Khundon1975
- Rock Star
- Posts: 3490
- Joined: Wed Jan 14, 2009 4:05 am
- Location: Boo, I'm behind you.
Re: I miss Thailand...
RCRandy Cornhole wrote:I would just like to say that some of the happiest times of my life were the 5 years I spent in Thailand and I miss it terribly.
Buddha willing I will be back soon.
Stop moaning all you pessamists its a big bag of stinky dog poo back here in Blighty. Just be glad you are there, annoying Thai traits and all.
In the words of the great bard 'its better to be there and drunk than here and skint' ...
Sorry for the rant, just feeling a bit low at the moment...
I commiserate with you RC, I left in 2004 due to some health probs but God willing and the river don't rise, I'm going back and nothing is going to stop me.
Agree it is shit in UK at the moment, at least I don't have to do the nine to five thing.
I just have to settle for Italy every so often but it's not the same as living in HH.
Don't worry, with your strong will, you will be back in the LOS soon enough.
I've lost my mind and I am making no effort to find it.
-
bluezephyr
- Professional
- Posts: 291
- Joined: Tue Sep 23, 2008 1:15 am
- Location: Norwich, Norfolk, England
Not a fan but i kind of like the song.
John Denver Leaving on a jet plane. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBIFGMoR1Pw
Not a good song for the taximan to be playing on the way back to the airport
John Denver Leaving on a jet plane. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBIFGMoR1Pw
Not a good song for the taximan to be playing on the way back to the airport
Mai ow Khup, Pom Ki Neow :)
This is a poem written in the 19th Century about Burma, rather than Siam, but a lot of people who have lived in the Far East can relate to the sentiments:
An' I'm learnin' 'ere in London what the ten-year soldier tells:
"If you've 'eard the East a-callin', you won't never 'eed naught else."
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:
"Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!"
Come you back to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay:
Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay?
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
'Er petticoat was yaller an' 'er little cap was green,
An' 'er name was Supi-yaw-lat -- jes' the same as Theebaw's Queen,
An' I seed her first a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot,
An' a-wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot:
Bloomin' idol made o'mud --
Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd --
Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed 'er where she stud!
On the road to Mandalay . . .
When the mist was on the rice-fields an' the sun was droppin' slow,
She'd git 'er little banjo an' she'd sing "Kulla-lo-lo!"
With 'er arm upon my shoulder an' 'er cheek agin' my cheek
We useter watch the steamers an' the hathis pilin' teak.
Elephints a-pilin' teak
In the sludgy, squdgy creek,
Where the silence 'ung that 'eavy you was 'arf afraid to speak!
On the road to Mandalay . . .
But that's all shove be'ind me -- long ago an' fur away,
An' there ain't no 'busses runnin' from the Bank to Mandalay;
An' I'm learnin' 'ere in London what the ten-year soldier tells:
"If you've 'eard the East a-callin', you won't never 'eed naught else."
No! you won't 'eed nothin' else
But them spicy garlic smells,
An' the sunshine an' the palm-trees an' the tinkly temple-bells;
On the road to Mandalay . . .
I am sick o' wastin' leather on these gritty pavin'-stones,
An' the blasted Henglish drizzle wakes the fever in my bones;
Tho' I walks with fifty 'ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand,
An' they talks a lot o' lovin', but wot do they understand?
Beefy face an' grubby 'and --
Law! wot do they understand?
I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!
On the road to Mandalay . . .
Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst,
Where there aren't no Ten Commandments an' a man can raise a thirst;
For the temple-bells are callin', an' it's there that I would be --
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, looking lazy at the sea;
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay,
With our sick beneath the awnings when we went to Mandalay!
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
An' I'm learnin' 'ere in London what the ten-year soldier tells:
"If you've 'eard the East a-callin', you won't never 'eed naught else."
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:
"Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!"
Come you back to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay:
Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay?
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
'Er petticoat was yaller an' 'er little cap was green,
An' 'er name was Supi-yaw-lat -- jes' the same as Theebaw's Queen,
An' I seed her first a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot,
An' a-wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot:
Bloomin' idol made o'mud --
Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd --
Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed 'er where she stud!
On the road to Mandalay . . .
When the mist was on the rice-fields an' the sun was droppin' slow,
She'd git 'er little banjo an' she'd sing "Kulla-lo-lo!"
With 'er arm upon my shoulder an' 'er cheek agin' my cheek
We useter watch the steamers an' the hathis pilin' teak.
Elephints a-pilin' teak
In the sludgy, squdgy creek,
Where the silence 'ung that 'eavy you was 'arf afraid to speak!
On the road to Mandalay . . .
But that's all shove be'ind me -- long ago an' fur away,
An' there ain't no 'busses runnin' from the Bank to Mandalay;
An' I'm learnin' 'ere in London what the ten-year soldier tells:
"If you've 'eard the East a-callin', you won't never 'eed naught else."
No! you won't 'eed nothin' else
But them spicy garlic smells,
An' the sunshine an' the palm-trees an' the tinkly temple-bells;
On the road to Mandalay . . .
I am sick o' wastin' leather on these gritty pavin'-stones,
An' the blasted Henglish drizzle wakes the fever in my bones;
Tho' I walks with fifty 'ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand,
An' they talks a lot o' lovin', but wot do they understand?
Beefy face an' grubby 'and --
Law! wot do they understand?
I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!
On the road to Mandalay . . .
Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst,
Where there aren't no Ten Commandments an' a man can raise a thirst;
For the temple-bells are callin', an' it's there that I would be --
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, looking lazy at the sea;
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay,
With our sick beneath the awnings when we went to Mandalay!
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
-
margaretcarnes
- Rock Star
- Posts: 4172
- Joined: Wed Jan 02, 2008 8:28 am
- Location: The Rhubarb Triangle
Interesting points of views...
I for one love being in different countries. I don't think Thailand is any better or worse that Europe or North America and I enjoy what each places has to offer and miss a bit of what each of them lack. Whether it's the cheap falafels of Syria, the clean crisp mountain air of the Rockies or New Zealand, the feel of gliding on snow in the alps, great thai food and golf, strawberries and cream at Wimbledon, French bread and pastries or whatever else ticks your fancy...
I don't think anywhere is perfect and variety is the spice of life...I don't relish the thought of having to live in the same place all the time and hope I die before that happens...
I for one love being in different countries. I don't think Thailand is any better or worse that Europe or North America and I enjoy what each places has to offer and miss a bit of what each of them lack. Whether it's the cheap falafels of Syria, the clean crisp mountain air of the Rockies or New Zealand, the feel of gliding on snow in the alps, great thai food and golf, strawberries and cream at Wimbledon, French bread and pastries or whatever else ticks your fancy...
I don't think anywhere is perfect and variety is the spice of life...I don't relish the thought of having to live in the same place all the time and hope I die before that happens...