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Hi,

The timing of this message is a little out of sync.  That’s the best way to describe me when we finally arrived in Chiang Rai.  What day is it?  I’ll cover the essentials and we will never discuss this again (555).

Based on responses, this could have been a Monday song (555).  Maybe you’ll see a pattern in this next verse.

“Mama, Mama look at Uncle Joe, he’s doing’ that __ __ with Sister Flo.  Grandma gave baby sister a dime, 

said, ‘Do that __ __ one more time… __ __, __ __, __ __, doin’ that crazy __ __.”  Hint:  It’s like a dance, but not with feet. 

Our trans-Pacific flight was pretty smooth.  There was sleeping, reading, light eating, movies, and sleeping.  How else do you spend 13+ hours a mile over water at over 500 mph?  Taipei was just waking up when we arrived.  Going to the lounge, the corridors were empty.  Two hours later the whole place was a bustling metropolis.  

The biggest part of our ‘day’ was spent in Bangkok, waiting for the final flight of our journey.  We did the usual, almost obligatory foot massage.  That was a wonderful relief.  They should have them on the airplane.  When we finally got to our gate for the final wait of the trip, I spotted Khun Chalermchai, the artist who built Wat Rong Khun.  Lisa went over and they exchanged pleasantries, wais and smiles.  Once on the plane, I could hardly keep my eyes open.  

The welcome home in Chiang Rai started in the airport as we defended to the baggage area.  There was a small Thai orchestra of young people playing traditional instruments.  

At The Big Brown House everyone was there.  I think Daku was the most excited to see us.  All of the humans were glad to see us too.  Gong carried our heavy bags upstairs and we began that task of trying to unpack while in a fog.

It’s Friday morning here and we’re about to go shopping for food for as long as we can stay awake.  Fear not, the Friday Funnies will be arriving on their correct day and time.

Have a Thrilling rest of the evening,

                Peace,

                          Danny

“Getting out of bed in the morning

is an act of false confidence.”

~Jules Feiffer