Needles, Noodles, and Super Pussy

I thought the title would catch your eye.  A shame to all you nasty behinds who were quick to click on the post to read more.

Today was a pretty eventful day.  I rode the local bus to a temple that looked pretty far on the map but in real life it was actually two centimeters from the train station I had just come out of. Doh’. Luckily a sweet old lady on the bus spoke English and offered me the seat next to her and advice on how to get to where I needed to go. Although I tend to think of myself as the slightly older and much more wise version of Dora the Explorer the help was much appreciated. OK fast forward past the toilet hole in the ground, the burning skin on the bottom of my feet from walking barefoot on marble, and the stunning temple that housed the Golden Buddha.  I was on a mission to the Grand Palace when 4 taxis and 2 scamming tuk tuk’s later NO ONE WOULD PICK ME UP MAN!  I have learned to be more patient as I get older but in 956 degree weather, with cramps, and after 4 vaccines and 1 bucket of blood drawn I waved the white flag and carried myself back to the hostel. But not before stopping off at a noodle bar called Nooddi.  It’s a quite interesting spot that serves every noodle dish you can imagine. From Thai to Italian noodles dishes they are sure to have something on the menu to satisfy any appetite. Well except for that of a vegetarian who doesn’t eat meat or seafood. After ten nods from the waitress who promised not to bring any deceased creature swaddled in noodles out on my plate I decided on a surprise concoction with Singaporean style noodles and something else that they probably grabbed from scraps. And the verdict…for 79 bhat (less that $3) it was the best meal I’d had since I got here.

After a much needed nap I headed out to the night market up the road to buy appropriate clothing. (NOTE TO SELF: fleece jackets and long sleeved shirts are not appropriate for 589680498 degree weather.) You’d be hard pressed to concentrate on buying anything when there are 20 people bombarding you at any given time with invitations to the Pussy/Ping Pong show.  Yes, you read that correctly.  Although a bit curious I’m not too sure what it actually entails.  I’m actually more concerned with the fact that these people look at me and assume that I’m interested in this kind of tomfoolery.

This day has reassured me that there will never be a dull moment along this journey.  I’m headed back to the Red Cross in the morning for one more hit vaccination. Then it’s so long to Bangkok and off to Phuket tomorrow afternoon where the fun begins. Let us all join hands virtually and say a large prayer as I pretend to be a cross between She-Ra and Xena Warrior Princess for the next three months. www.muaythaidragon.com

Until next time…

Peace and Blessings,

V

One thought on “Needles, Noodles, and Super Pussy

  1. Mom says:

    i already prayed. send the heat we need it. have fun

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