About nine or ten hours ago, I ate deep fried mu intestines shortly after getting somewhat lost at the Bangkok International Airport. Mu is Thai for pork, so the deep fried intestines I ate used to be inside of a pig. I devoured all the late night hot and spicy food that I could - pork, seafood, lots of vegetables - as it was a welcome respite from 24 hours of airline crap and a great way to start my Thai adventure. They kept refilling my beer like it was a glass of water. That helped with the spicy food and got me ready for bed after sleeping too much on the plane.
My uncle lives on the outskirts of Bangkok. I slept the hot, humid night away without a blanket. When I woke up, I went outside into the morning drizzle. While I observed the orchids, the drizzle turned into a downpour. I sat on the covered porch to watch the hard rain drench the tropical plants. A few peals of thunder anointed the day.
A shirtless Thai man ran down the street in the rain. He got into a van and revved the engine for several minutes. The sound of gunshot echoed through the neighborhood. The van had backfired. Just then, the rain stopped, as suddenly as it started.
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