A million pieces dinnerware

Finding the condo, we are now fortified and ready to hit the weekend market. This is an unreasonable 1/2 mile by 1 mile semi-enclosed space with endless rows of booth after booth after booth of stuff and just as many people as there are things.

We get here about 10 am and are surprised by how seemingly quiet it is. We enjoy a leisurely pace roaming the narrow passages and head to get a cooling beverage. Having been out on the street now for several hours, we have lost most of our water retention and need to refuel. I enjoy the best treat! They call is a shake, but really it is just crushed ice. I choose a fresh squeezed lime-soda flavor and it is the perfect remedy, tart and sour but refreshing as heck. We watch the hordes arrive.

Deciding to join them, we pay our bill and head into the chaos. I have a map. We look up where the pets are, maybe they have a cute dog like Bob that we can hold and coo over. They have many cute ones, none like Bob. We meander here and there, looking unsuccessfully for the eyeglasses. Victor needs some new frames. We find instead dishes, millions of plates, bowls and the like all priced at pennies! We think we will replate the Hotel Charlotte and talk to the seller about shipping. She gives us a phone number. This is not very helpful, we don't yet have a phone.

Time for lunch. Something light and fruity with rice, green rice. Odd but delicious. Victor reads the map and finds several exporters have booths at the market. We head out again looking for the exporters. We find some great furniture, but no export offices.

We taxi home for a siesta before heading out again for a big Saturday night. At home we look up everything on the internet. It looks like we will need to load a cargo container. Hmmmm, that is a lot of plates! Victor suggests that we can bring in a whole container of these plates and sell them on ebay. Sounds like a whole new job for Lynn. I am not sure about this and hope that something will happen to dissuade him without me having to say NO WAY!

Around the world the different climates set the pace for the day. Mexico famous for siestas has them to escape the heat of the day. Here in Bangkok siesta would go from about 8am to 9pm. I would like to get up at 4 in the morning and get a good days bit of touring in by 8 have breakfast and then spend the day napping, lounging and the like out of the heat until dinner time. The rest of town is not on this schedule and we would be quite lonely those early hours.