Anyway, blood pressure lowered and I continued my quest.
I'd finally thrown in the towel after the 8th shop, when Mrs BB decided she was hungry, so we stopped by a little roadside eatery. I was quite miserable again. Then I started looking around me, and everything was painted in white gloss - somebody was taking the P.
A 2nd visit to Thai Watsadu was agreed (this would be the 2nd visit there, but the 9th paint stop).
At last, a young lady selling paint who seemed to know the difference between paint and pot noodles. She pulled out a horrible piece of wood, with multiple paint blobs on it, and asked me which blob I wanted. I pointed at the white blob.
We wandered down the aisle, and she pointed to a tin. After my previous purchasing disaster, I was very wary of buying anything. I read the tin, and it sounded right. She must have thought, 'what a Farang Plonker' when I asked how I could be sure there was paint in the tin (once bitten, twice shy and all that).
She took me and the tin to her workbench and removed the lid. OMG it looked like paint, it smelt like paint and I even dabbed my finger in - it felt like paint.
Guess who has been busily painting this afternoon?
if you really want white gloss walls, fair enough.
