Security guard at the Palace. The pay is good but the uniform heavy.
Bangkok art and culture museum.
War. 1914. 1939. The centre has very fine modern art and had an expo with photos of the late King Bhumibol, who was a keen photographer.
The delicacy of Wat Arun temple.
The Jim Thompson House. Thompson was born in Delaware in 1906. A WWII vet, he was at one time stationed in Bangkok and returned after the war to open a Thai silk design and printing business. He built a house which is still a landmark, designed in the traditional way. You are to take your shoes off before entering the house, a polite rule spreading all across S.E. Asia. Rooms are separated by a “step” so demons cannot cross the door. (Same applies in the temples of Angkor).
A woodblock for printing silk. Jim Thompson’s house welcomed many a celeb, film directors, actors during the sixties. He disappeared on a walk in the forest in Malaysia in 1967. At the height of the Vietnam war. No-one knows what happened to him. Some say he was a CIA operative. Maybe he was, the fact is, in those days, many expats “helped” their Secret Services. Giving information on the local context, politics and politicians. My father, as the Air France Director for the country or the region in Africa was approached by the French Deuxième Bureau. He would send notes to Paris based on the local news and gossip. Was he a spy? No. 😉
In the series “Loos of the world”, at Bitterman, Bangkok.
Monitor lizard at the park. At least 5 ft I would say…
The Bangkok art scene. Creativity in Asia is amazing.
Dirty Forty Amber Ale.
Coca Cola then.
Coca Cola now. I have already mentioned the “Short Index” as a measure of women’s freedom and urban tranquility. Lots of shorts in Bangkok, Penang, Singapore.
Yet, tradition is maintained. At the Jim Thompson’s house. “Barefoot girls dancing in the” daylight. (See Green river by Credence)
Yaksha demon guardian.
Yet another example of the delicacy of Thai art. Wat Arun temple.
Absolutely no admittance. Authorized demons only.
My Lord Buddha in position 179th, that of the convenient siesta. Which I’m off to after lunch.
Kop khun kraaaap, thank you for flying Equinoxio’s Time-Space shuttle.