Come, Fly With Me

August

I spent my August in China, Italy and Thailand.

 

In China, the Internet Police decide what the people should read. And why not? It’s such a nice change to read rosey accounts of a country’s accomplishments and political gains.

 

But is it reasonable that they block out the sardonic sense of humour of my beloved Calvin and Hobbes?

 

Curse The Great Firewall!

 

6 weeks in China, enough already!

 

I Flew to Rome, and fell in loooooooove about 10 times. That was before leaving the airport.

 

Those Italian girls..Mama mia!

 

Louise (and Boyfriend), Lea and I took Mom to Rome for early birthday celebrations.

So, where are we?

 

Gotta love the people who stand on the edge of the Trevi Fountain and use a fishing rod, with magnet attached to real in a few Euro..

 

I ate pizza and pasta every day. Sometimes both in the same sitting. Why? Because I could.

 

(So many pretty colours-Lea with pasta)

 

The Whistle Police are very busy keeping the many steps in Rome free of tired tourists. I didn’t escape them either. I had just walked for 6 hours in the scorching sun with 3 women, who love to shop, and I needed just 2 minutes to drink some water and rest.

 

As any good horse would.

 

So there I was, minding my own business, sipping my water on the steps of Victor Emanuelle when a guy in a blue cap came up to me and put his whistle about 6 inches from my ear and blew as hard as he could.

 

10 points for Grinfindor!!

 

Where are the Whistle Police at the Spanish Steps? How’s anyone suppose to get a decent picture of those steps with everyone sitting on them?

 

We visited St. Pete’s Cathedral and walked all the way up to the top. Saved 3 Euros by not taking the elevator.

 

Rome is a nice place. I could spend a lot of time there.

Back in Bangkok, my maid, Jai Faar (creative spelling license on that one) decided it would be a good idea to roast fish heads in my toaster oven.

The awful stench wafted into my room, sending me on a mad run to the kitchen. I tried to tell her to “shut it off, shut it off, shut it off!!”  but I couldn’t because I was having gagging spasms.

The local cuisine is sometimes a little too creative for my liking.

But a little trip down to the local food stall for a bag full of crispy, fried grass hoppers. Now, that’s the good stuff.

I’m leaving Bangkok. I’ve quit my job and will be moving on to other things. It’s been a great couple of years, but it’s time to move on to new adventures..

 

Until further notice I can be reached at my mother´s place in Denmark: (45) 55-81-81-54 or my cell: (45) 222-77-911

 

That was my August!

 

Pop gan mai,

 

LARS