So we went to Bangkok for Thanksgiving to gobble up padthai
and durian instead of choking down green jello.
It was warm and
peaceful.
Well sort of.
That’s because Thai citizens made international news over the holiday weekend due to a
peaceful demonstration about their govt.
About a gazillion and a half Thai men, women, and he-shes were
blowing a gazillion and a half whistles, like the ones you used to get out of cracker jack boxes.
Now was the Thai demonstration non-violent?
Yes.
Peaceful?
Hardly.
Now our hotel pool was peaceful.
This anatomically correct sculpture was peaceful.
Street Gods were peaceful, probably because they were
appeased by refreshing bottles of strawberry fanta.
Anyway, I didn’t stay around for the news cameras. I boarded
the subway and made my way to the world’s largest gold Buddha, which was peaceful.
…and saw the world’s largest solid gold butt crack.
So, what’s your idea of a peaceful holiday, or is “a peaceful holiday” the ultimate oxymoron?