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Returning Home - Again

The God Illusion

Going Home


A Change of Direction

Dogs and Pandemics

The Forgotten tenors

Nine Things I will Miss about Thailand


Just Do It

Ayr on a Shoestring

Oh Lonesome Me

Tipping Point

Movie Reviews

Putting Pen to Paper

A Year to Remember

A Year to Forget

10 Reasons I Cannot Go Home

China Girl

The State of Play


Mind Your Language

New Horizons



Taxes and Death



Grey is the Colour

Beating Myself Up

Nothing More to Say

Better Late than Never

Staying Put

Musical Chairs


A Dog's Life

A Sabbatical

A Welcome Diversion

A Guide to Business Ethics

Remembering the Austin Allegro

Our Lords and Masters

In Transit - Part 2

In Transit - Part 1

Nagging Doubts

While Bangkok Burns

An Evening to Remember

Thai Business Malpractice

The New and the Old

Christmas Lights

Groundhog Day



Adventure is Out There


Grabbing it While You Can

A Few Ups and Many Downs


Pack Up Your Old Kit Bag







Ate Two Caesar

Swine Pie

The Thai Rollercoaster

Stuck in the Middle

There's no Regrets

Profit and Loss

Running on Empty

Getting it out Your System

National Mistrust

Bring in the Old, Out with the New


I am Reviewing, My Situation...

Wat Phrabhat Nam Poo

Today I will Mostly be Eating...


The Thai Experience

Wat Khaowong

Reality Bites

Wat Simalais

Amazing Thailand

He Must have a Big Wand

Right Place, Wrong Time



And it does go on


Bring Him Home



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Wat Phrabhat Nam Poo


For those with an unnatural interest in my abdomen, I had my follow up visit to the doctor's today. All is well and I left with a prescription for some synthetic fibre salts should I start to feel constipated to ensure there is no repeat.

I did take the chance to ask if the CT scan would have showed any cancer and he said no, but on learning my father's cause of death, (complications from bowel cancer), despite no other family history, he invited me back to the hospital at the end of August for a colonoscopy. I have obviously been bad to him or his family in a previous life.

But again, everything including the prescription was free and apart from a mouth that tastes like a armadillo's scrotum, (caused by the antibiotics apparently), I can go back to my chilli rich diet.

Ploy meanwhile has continued to explore Saraburi to find places to visit for our tours and happened upon this temple which has become an aids hospice through the work of the monk who trained himself as a doctor.

It includes a rather gruesome museum of bodies and body parts, donated by the victim in the name of AIDS research with information about the person who died. There are both wards and also individual rooms and you are allowed to enter and talk with the patients. Ploy was clearly affected by this visit and I must return with her in the very near future.









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