Riza's grandmother in The Philippines died today, and Mike and she went to the airport to see if they could get her on a flight to Manila. (Being New Year's Day, all the travel agents were closed.) They finally succeeded in finding a flight at 1:00 a.m. This was Riza's first grandparent to pass, and she was a wreck. She should be back here in Thailand in a week or so. She of course gets my condolences.
Willie was coming home from a bar, but wasn't drunk. He was pulling out into traffic on Second Road when he got T-boned by a guy driving on his motorcycle way too fast. (I kind of wish Willie was really drunk and caused the accident himself: I hate being reminded that you can be doing everything right while out on the road, and still have calamity find you.) Anyway, Willie is pretty pained, and Epril and I will be stopping by to see him as often as we can.
Epril and I spent the evening watching Law & Order, and then a documentary on Francis Scott Powers, and his U2 shoot-down.
2 comments:
I've always been a bit surprised that you haven't gotten a car. You certainly have enough money to do so. Moving to the Philippines of course negates the need, but drive carefully until then (and consider getting a car over there).
I don't want a car because it is impossible to park it anywhere I regularly go, and I only go around Pattaya. I'm going to get a car in The Philippines, but will still drive a motorcycle most of the time.
I'm actually extremely careful on my motorcycle, and drive slowly and conservatively. Also, when I'm driving I keep about 50% of my mind on the road, and about 50% of my mind on how much it is going to hurt me (and Epril) if I get in an accident. That manages to keep me quite focused... which I like to think (Willie's case to the contrary) that I'm as safe as I can hope to be.
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