Snowballs in Summer..Part 1....
It started innocuously enough....we'd been living in the fast lane during the day & flaking out early at night for most of my stay in Thailand,, so that when my 2.45am flight on the 6th was postponed without reason ~(check-in midnight the night before) until 6.am the following day, and I was being directed, as an elderly female traveller to a part of the Amari Hotel in Bangkok used by Emirates passengers reserved by such as me (purdah in any other language, I thought), I wasn't best inclined to take up the offer....visions of me sitting in a single, highly-guarded 'safe (and segregated)' room while the rest of the passengers cavorted and had fun???
No way!!
'Sides, lose a night's sleep & then sleep for the 7hrs to Dubai before transfer to the Birmingham flight?
Piece of cake and my Last and Final Adventure .....before the next....
So, key in hand, and pulling behind me my flight case packed not with survival essentials, but all those things which seemed 'important' to me or my hosts..................for me, a large shell uncovered on a deserted island in the Bay of Thailand............for my (male) host, prezzies his wife and I had bought at a local market which he wanted me to deliver to friends in Brum........negligible value, but d***ed heavy, I decided to stroll round the hotel concourse before taking to my Isolated Room.......
HEY! What can I hear??? Laughter and the unmistakeable sounds of karaoke??? And, tho I've heard some bl***in' bad karaoke during the last 2 months, those sounded really good and 'sides, I'm a child of the 60s and they were singing the BeeGees...
So I hauled my case along in the direction of the noise and thought that thing were looking up.....
to be continued...
ooh - you've got me hooked now. What happened next?
The karaoke kids were enthusing 'How Deep is Your Love' which seemed appropriate as I was by this time far, far underground...certainly one of the group singing must have been wearing the tight trousers beloved of the BeeGees to achieve the authentic descant...did I have a mission to free him of his jeans and restore his voice to a more normal pitch and a well-beloved son to his mother who was probably, as I progressed with suitcase-on-wheels, lamenting the non-arrival of black-eyed grandchildren (every woman-of-a-certain-age's right)??? The wheels of my overladen case had developed a squeak, audible even on the deep shagpile carpet, which seemed appropriate, really, for what I had in mind, as I pushed forward...
I entered a bar with polished seats around the bar area, a customer with the weary bleached look of someone who'd been underground for ages and ages and was reconciled to his subterranean fate and making the most of it while his credit card continued to act as both bottle-opener and peanut scoop, and on a dais the bar staff who were having fun with the karaoke machine. There were four men and a girl. I wasn't too sure of who was singing the descant and needed liberating from his trousers (for Humanitarian reasons, you understand?), so bought a beer and observed closely..
Rolf, the other customer, was genetically 'bleached' I found - he was a Swedish telecommunications engineer who was in transit to an Arabian State - he mused that he was probably the only person, ever, who had been a client of the hotel for more than 72 hours and asked if it was still hot outside. I assured him that it was and that it was much nicer down here. He agreed and ordered another round....
But the night progressed to early morning and the bar staff, reluctantly, at 2.00am, said that they'd got to close. I'd not identified the young man who needed Liberating, but had developed a taste for Singha beer. Rolf suggested that we could continue the session in his 3rd floor room - excellent room service, he assured me, but I preferred the option of the 4th floor 24hr bar...
Wouldn't be long to my 6am check-in for my flight to Dubai, would it, and I could sleep for 7 hours...
So I wished him and the bar staff 'goodnight and squeaked my way to the elevator...
OK - disregard my e-mail - I'm up with it! = Tim
Ever thought of writing comic novels Lishka ;) You'd be an instant hit :D :D When's the next chapter coming up ??? ;D
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Ta! Next week - should I get back from this weekend away - travelling by train at weekends is always a foolhardy venture - but this fool's going to do it. ;D Lish
AAAAWWWWWWWW!!!
Was getting right into that - hurry back and tell us what happened next!!
Pretty, pretty please ::)