The seats on Thai sprinter trains recline but alas, there are no beds. If the seats were first class size, plush, and covered in crushed black velvet, sleeping would be a joy. These seats were average, with average lumps, and greater than average stickiness. Thus, they provided a place for average sleep.
The trip seemed much shorter than usual and we arrived as the first signs of darkness replaced the afternoon sun. My wife had arranged for her cousin to pick us up from the station, and fortunately, she was waiting for us on the platform when we disembarked. I was tired and wanted a long, cold drink and a cool shower. Then I would lie down on the tile floor, watch The Sopranos or one of the movies I put on my phone, and slowly drift off to never-never land.
Upon arrival in Suratthani though, I am no longer the King of my castle. I am no longer the boss and without a struggle, I relinquish control. I am at the mercy of my wife.
"We need to stop at my sisters house," she said. "There is no electricity now so I think we'll just sleep here."
I don't know about anyone else, but my mind works overtime, and always selfishly.
I have to take a shower. I need to shit. I just want to stretch out in my underwear. I want to relax!
"There's no electricity?" I ask. "Can't we just sleep at the house?"
"Honey, we can't see anything and we need to clean the place up. Stay here for the night," she said.
There is no doubt where I'll be sleeping. On the floor, at someone else's house, not in my underwear. Not my idea of a great start to my relaxing Songkran vacation. But as Scarlet O'Hara said in Gone with the Wind, "Tomorrow, is another day." And tomorrow, I'm going to lie around on the cool tile floor in my underwear.
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