Cooking a Kangaroo
Half way up the track we meet Tank, on his ATV.
“Looks like good eating” he comments, peering at the roo between the folds of the tarp. “I’ll give you a ride to the top if there’s a burger in it for me…”
Half way up the track we meet Tank, on his ATV.
“Looks like good eating” he comments, peering at the roo between the folds of the tarp. “I’ll give you a ride to the top if there’s a burger in it for me…”
I started to notice that KC really liked certain harmonies. If I played an A or a G chord, she would stretch her neck out and howl a little bit, like she was singing…
I think every blog post I’ve ever done about Chiang Mai has been at least partly about food… also I’m a dog stalker, as some of you know already.
“A man is arrested and taken to the police station. They tie him to a chair and blindfold him. Then the sargent gets a jug and begins to pour water into the man’s shoes…”
Jair says that Havier, the builder, has an electric saw we can use. It isn’t so much a saw as an angle grinder with a saw blade mounted on it. The blade is studded with wicked looking teeth, and there is no safety guard. “This doesn’t look safe to me” I tell Jair…
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…The night is a resounding success. We fill the car with food and only get yelled at by a security guard once. We get back to the house, tired, smelly, and smeared with yoghurt, but victorious. Bread, fruit, vegetables, watermelon, strawberries, meat, sausages, a pork roast, a leg of lamb, eggs, cakes, muffins, milk, chocolates……
“…you will get a hundred Baht per hour.” “Really? Nice. I’ll do anything for three hundred Baht. Do they want me to get nude?” “No! No, no, no. It is a portrait class. They will only be painting your face.” “Oh. OK… I don’t mind getting nude…” “Everywhere I go in Thailand people stare at…
…Some time in the next few minutes I am going to shit. If I don’t find a suitably private place to do it, it is going to happen in my pants, and I know from experience that when you feel this sort of urgency in the tropics, the results are usually liquid, and that means…
…So where you headed then, mate? I ask him, hoping it’s somewhere really close. He jabs the point of the scissors close to my face, his arm shaking, the point of the scissors bobbing an inch from my left ear. Mind your own fucking business, he snarls, his voice shaking with rage. I keep…
“…I have four dogs altogether”, Catherine tells me. “My oldest is a rescue dog. I found him in the garbage bin outside my apartment…” Catherine picks us up from a servo, just west of the Spanish border, and offers to drive us to Portimao. “There’s just one catch though guys”, she apologises, “one of you…
…Mohamed climbs out and walks around the car. He squints at the sand around the door sills and kicks at the tires. Bill and I look at each other, and feel grateful we brought plenty of water. “Now we push”, says Mohammed… It’s 06:45. The sun’s coming up. I untangle myself from my sleeping…