Friday, March 31, 2017

Through Streets Broad and Narrow

March 17, 2017

If there is a holiday being celebrated in western culture, you have a pretty good chance of finding a "fun house mirror" version in Pattaya.  Part of this is due, I'm sure, to the large number of expats living here.  Also, Pattaya loves any excuse for a party!

In February, red hearts abounded in shopping malls and street signs as they prepared to celebrate Valentine's Day.  Restaurants offered special deals on romantic dinners, and even the hospitals and the police got in on the action, as seen here from the Pattaya Mail newspaper:


Dennis, did you and your co-workers dress like this for the holiday??

The police gave out roses instead of tickets (Pat?)
 I've attended the St. Patrick's Day parade every year, and this year did not disappoint.  It was a hot day, so I waited inside one of the many shopping malls on Beach Rd. until I could see the parade coming.  While I enjoyed the cool air, I spied these two toddlers trying to make a quick getaway.  Their vehicles?  Stools from a nearby ice cream shop!




Finally, the parade approached.  I would say 80% of the people watching the parade had no idea what the celebration was for.  They just came up from the beach when they heard the commotion.  A few farangs dressed in holiday duds; some were more than a little scary, and had obviously been celebrating for a few hours already.  For the most part, it was a tame, if not puzzled crowd, and the Thai people gave it their all.




This is a snippet of a composition by the late King Bhumibol Adulyadej. 
 His music is heard everywhere in Thailand, especially since his passing last year.






Father Ray Brennan was an American priest with the Redemptorist order.  He was sent to Thailand as a newly ordained priest.  He founded the Fr. Ray orphanage for the many babies fathered by American soldiers who were rejected by their families for being half-white.  He passed away in 2003.  The Fr. Ray Foundation now runs two orphanages, a school for the blind, a vocational school, a school for the deaf, a drop-in center, a day care center, and a center for children with special needs.
characters from Ripley's Believe It Or Not
(see the super-tall guy in the back?)






bust a move!

From the new Hooters in town

Not so sure about the logic of this statement...





musicians from the School for the Blind









A line of police on motorcycles holding the traffic at bay behind the parade

Later that night...
Table for two, madame?

Sometimes you have to compete with the dogs for a table

Non-sequitur
These clouds made me think of how a child might draw them























Tuesday, March 28, 2017

All the Pretty Horses

March 11, 2017


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When we first moved to Thailand, we drove around to various parts of the area with a realtor, looking for a place to live.  I made a note of the Thai Polo and Equestrian Club when we drove past;  I'd never seen a polo match in person, and thought it would be a cool thing to do sometime.



The opportunity finally presented itself when a friend posted a link to an event on Facebook - the Queen's Cup Pink Polo event.  This was a fundraiser for breast cancer awareness, and featured polo matches between all-female teams.  I arranged the forty-five minute ride out to the eastern side of the city. Very little information was available about the event, and I didn't really know what to expect, but I decided to take a flyer.

The Thai Polo & Equestrian Club is recognized as the largest multi-functional polo and equestrian facility in all of Asia.  The entrance, beautifully lined with palm trees, passes along the back of one of the three full-size, international-class polo fields.  A match was already in progress when I arrived.  The area on one side of the field was adorned with fancy white tents and lots of pink everywhere.  I purchased my ticket, which included the lunch buffet and lots of other freebies, and wandered into the predominantly pink crowd.





My goodies
Polo matches are divided into six seven-minute time periods called "chukkas" or "chukkers," with three-minute breaks between, and a fifteen-minute halftime.  Each team has only four players mounted on their extremely agile "ponies."  A chukker was ending as I came in, and I watched as assistants approached each player with a second horse.  The riders immediately transferred to the second horses, and the game horses were walked off to be pampered between play.  I was glad to see the special care they were given, especially in the ever-present Thailand heat.




I fixed myself a plate of food and started over to one of the areas set up with tables.  It looked pretty full, since I was arriving late, and thought I would just sit on the long steps of the clubhouse to watch, but a young lady working there insisted that she find me a seat.  Many of the tables were occupied by westerners, but two Thai women sitting nearby offered me an empty seat at their table.  Thais have such big hearts!

quite a spread!


"Macaroons, please!"











The polo play was difficult to follow, as the view was pretty restricted by the tables and tents.  It appeared that most people were there to socialize rather than to watch the match anyway.  Every now and then I would get a glimpse of the action - a crowd of horses thundering past, or a flash of white as the ball sailed down the field.

My table mates were quite entertaining.  After feeling a bit out of place, I was happy to learn that this was their first time attending an event here as well. One who spoke very good English was a magazine publisher.  She asked me if I drank or smoked cigarettes.  When I said I didn't smoke, she told me she only smokes cigars!  She also told me about the delicious "magarones" (macaroons) that would be served shortly with the afternoon tea.   I enjoyed trying to use my limited Thai, and was amused by my companions' views of the world.

Between matches a parade/fashion show (not sure which) took place along the side of the field.  A trio of powered hang gliders circled the field and entertained with their skills.  I don't believe I've ever seen a hang glider with an engine on the back.  It looked like they could stay up their all day.






The second match was won by the favored team (I don't remember who).  What I do remember is that both teams were made up of women from around the world, including Malaysia, UK and Argentina. "My chariot awaited," so I didn't stick around for the awards presentation, nor the "stomping of the divots," a tradition wherein the spectators are invited onto the field after the match to help stomp down the displaced bits of sod.


The trophies remind me of Bug's Bunny's steed from
"What's Opera, Doc?"




All in all a lovely, albiet sweaty afternoon, where I learned a little bit about polo and enjoyed some people watching and chatting with some delightful Thai ladies.