Siam Is One of a Kind

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As we transition through into absolute martial law under this most recent and temporary military coup d’etat regime, not much really seems to have changed, at least from my perspective outside Bangkok.  The curfew has been adjusted down to only midnight to 0400, and we still have essential services.  I can buy milk, eggs, cold beer, and ice with no interruptions of service.  Traffic is only jumbled in the city proper when certain protests/ military responses happen at isolated spots. 

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Locally, the only presence is a squad of armed soldiers at the corner police station, and they have built up a low bunker of sandbags, from which they monitor the main road intersections.  No one pays them much mind as we go about our business. 

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Here is an unrelated mystery that has taken me eight long years to comprehend.  I always wondered why our supply of eggs that I buy at the market depletes so quickly.  I buy a “dozen” eggs routinely, but they run out immediately.  Why?  It just dawned on me.  A “Thai dozen” of eggs, in a transparent plastic container, is not an English dozen.  It consists of only 10 eggs!  I only just now counted them.  I’m a slow learner. 

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As usual, it is hotter than Hell here and infinitely more humid.  But we get occasional relief from the stray thunderstorm that the monsoon season graces us with.  The rains are awesome.  They cleanse the nostrils and sweep away the filth under our feet.  A renewal.  Blessed coolness.  Zen delight. 

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-Zenwind.

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