Kao San Break Dancers

I just figured out how to convert a file from .MP4 to .AVI, which you need to do to upload videos on Blogger.com

So, here's a video from a couple months back of a group of kids earning some extra cash on Kao San Rd.

Don't Forget Your Veggies

With every Fall comes the Thai Vegetarian Festival, and with that comes the inexplicable tradition of sticking stuff through your face.

I see pictures every year and every year it's more shocking than the year before - and to think, it's all for good luck.

48 Hours in München

Last weekend I joined Nuch on her flight to Munich.  Unlike our 24 hour trips to Tokyo, Rome, and Zurich she had an extra night in Munich, so we could take a little extra time to smell the roses (ie drink German beer).

To get our bearings, we started our first day in Munich on a Hop-On Hop-Off city tour.  We never "Hopped Off" until lunch time, but were able to snap a few shots of the Munich architecture.

It was a beautiful day and a beautiful city.  Wish I could tell you what it was that we saw, but I assure you when our tour guide gave his little spiel, it was interesting.  I was just happy to be able to sit out in the sun and not sweat - with a jacket no less.

This was towards the city center.  The theme of the day was beautiful blue skies, a crisp, cool breeze, and important, historical buildings that we passed on the way to the Beer Hall.

This is not necessarily in order - on the outskirts of town is the Olympic Village from the '72 Munich Games

Around every corner there were parks and fountains

Okay, we finally got our bearings and hopped off the bus.  Here I am on the way to Hofbrauhaus for lunch.

Here are some pics of the square next to Hofbrauhaus

Once again, it was a gorgeous day.

The Hofbrauhaus was established in 1644 and may have been a bit touristy.  Then again, we had just finished the Hop-On Hop-Off bus tour.  No matter, we didn't come here to impress our neighbors.  We came for the deep-fried pork leg, assorted meats and cheeses, and some of the world's oldest beer.

You can take the girl out of Thailand, but you can't take the Thai out of the girl.  Wherever Nuch goes, she brings her own Nam Prik Narok, which is spicy seasoning.  Narok means hell, so it must be extra hot.

Outside of Hofbrauhaus

This was our lunch the following day.  Thought I'd just throw it in here.

After lunch we decided to burn off some extra calories and walked down to Marien Platz.

I'll try to upload the video of the Cuckoo Clock in the center of the steeple in another blog.

This picture was taken in the inner courtyard of the church (not really sure if it was really a church).

After a little exercise it was time for beer and tiramisu, while we waited for the Cuckoo Clock to chime at 5pm

One of our missions while in Munich was to buy me a proper jacket.  The last time I had bought a jacket was in 1997, when I was at school in Arizona, and as you may imagine, it was a bit thin for the Shanghai and English winters.
Here I am with my new jacket sitting in the cold, feeling warm.

48 hours later and it was time to go home.

Auf Wiedersehen München

Tee Time

I haven't played golf regularly for about 4 years.  My buddy, Carl, and I used to play about once a month, but one day he had a daughter and golf became a distant, second priority.  I didn't know anyone else who played, so indirectly, I hung up my clubs, as well - in the back of my car where they have been ever since.

Living across the street from a golf course, I'm thinking about taking up golf again.  In fact, I was invited to join a group of Expats that play in a very casual golf league.  They play once a month at various courses around Bangkok, and I'm told having a few beers and enjoying the company and the outdoors are the primary objectives.

As casual as they make it out to be, I've no desire to pay 50 bucks just to make a complete ass of myself, so I hit the driving range near our condo.  Nuch joined me and took some photos to help analyze my swing.

I've got a lot of work to do.

The Runt

Woke up the other day and instead of two eggs, we had one small pigeon.  I told Nuch that this guy must be the runt of the litter, and the stronger, faster sibling is probably sitting on a telephone wire pooping on cars that pass by.

She admitted that he looked a bit lazy.