An air rack

This morning we awoke in our little thatch hut to the blissy sounds of birds and ocean lapping. And also rain sprinkles. There has not been any rain in the nearly 2 weeks that I've been in Thailand, so that was a novelty. We waited it out in our little fort and the sun soon hogged the sky.

Then the humid air was so dense you could just about set something in it and it would stay there. "An air rack," decided Buddy Lissy.

Our hut is part of a resort, nestled in a tree-ful hill with its own quiet beach. A breakfast buffet was offered for a whopping 180 baht ($5.48) and so I had the most expensive breakfast of this trip, because I was rather captive to the location. Having not had a buffet yet in Thailand, I enjoyed, for once, having an array of choices which I could examine myself. I ate heavily of papaya and dragonfruit, and one of the deferential server boys fried me two eggs and placed them with practiced grace on my plate.

(three of the bored server boys are sitting behind me now, watching me as I type this: the restaurant area has an open-use computer which I am gratefully on)

I found a book on marine sea life and lounged, drinking as much coffee-chocolate as I could handle, and amused myself reading about tropical fishes. I flipped through pictures of the Grinner, Clingfish, Flutemouth, Goggle-eyed Goby, Blackass Blenny, and Doublepore Fangblenny.

Doublepore Fangblenny.

How about that.

I've spent the day behaving as if I were nursing a sickness: resting, reading, eating, resting, doing nothing. But I am not nursing a winter cold, instead this is lounging in a paradise. I feel drugged. From sunshine, from palm trees, from not bicycling, from gorgeous flat noodles. My flat noodles came with a little cluster of tiny green balls, and of course I ate one ("I don't know what this is! So let me eat it!") and they were: raw peppercorns! My parents will tell you I exhausted two pepper-grinder's worth of black pepper at home, so I found these extraordinarily pleasing. Also on the plate was a little shaft of baby corn, and I ate it expecting the insipid white taste of baby corn. But no! This tasted authentically, and freshly, like corn! Just more wee.