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    Into Isaan ~ aka ~ the return of Por

    How I simply pine for that man's company...



    At some stage you will be summonsed. Your presence will be requested. You shall be subpoenaed, called for, ordered to make an appearance.

    Indeed, the time has come to advance into the breach and visit the in-laws.

    In-laws.

    Who knew a mere compound noun would be potent enough to strip paint? Make flowers wilt. Turn sunshine into rain and extract all the happy from your heart.

    But, boarding the 06.40 bound for Bumfuck Nowhere – population 16 (five of whom are chickens) – it’s easy to get excited about the journey.

    Although at the other end of the line waits a collection of relatives masticating on betelnut parcels and jungle rat jerky, the actual event of getting there on the train offers a unique snapshot into Southeast Asian life.

    Trundling out of the city now, leaving behind Hualamphong station and Bangkok’s bricks and mortar, the landscape begins to open up and a carpet of hi-viz greens – tinged with flecks of yellow from the morning’s rising sun – stretches out to the horizon.

    Beautiful would be the wrong word. The scene out of the window is utterly bewitching.

    And finally, as an Asian openbill swoops down and with one deft snap of the beak plucks his breakfast from the paddy, you come to from your trance and start thinking about your own stomach.

    A somtam pedaller who walks up and down the train with her wares has piqued the interest of your better half, and into the mortar goes a liberal fist of fresh chillis. Somtam for breakfast? You’d be sectioned for that type of behaviour in Stevenage. Plumping for a plate of khao pad gai, you add the accompanying sachet of chilli-infused fish sauce and gorge while the train continues to plough a slender furrow through rural Thailand.

    After having complemented the final hour or so of the journey with a six-pack of regional lager, you alight from the locomotive well equipped for the onslaught of in-laws. They greet you at the station in a pick-up truck into which both yourself and your luggage are unceremoniously deposited.

    In the rear you sit with Por – your father in-law.

    He smokes a hand-rolled cigarette fashioned together out of thick paper and coarse, stringy tobacco, and swigs intermittently from a M150 bottle whose contents smell akin to turpentine.

    He offers you a sip. It’s, as expected, vile, but rapidly elicits a warm and fuzzy feeling and you decide that you rather like Por.

    Along paths and tracks, skirting fields and paddies in varying stages of cultivation, the pick-up eventually comes to a stop next to a dwelling of decidedly rustic proportions and, stepping from the back of the truck with the beginnings of a stagger, your wife/girlfriend takes a hold of your arm and gives you the guided tour of her parents’ house.

    One large room makes up the lion’s share of the property, on the floor of which are half a dozen makeshift mattresses shod in old sheets. The television, a large antiquated affair, battles with a statue of Buddha for the centrepiece accolade, and a faded selection of printed pictures, sans frames, hang askew on the walls.

    Atop a bookshelf which currently boasts nary a novel or even a magazine, stands a portrait of a wizened old lady whose age you’d put somewhere in her mid-120s. This, you’d hazard, is granny – or Yai. And on cue she sidles up behind you, tripod-esque with a walking stick to assist her tired gait, and through a maw dyed with decades of betel nut abuse offers up a weak but meaningful Wadee ja.

    With Por’s turpentine having eroded your inhibitions, you are keen to converse with Yai and introduce yourself in her native tongue.

    Nobody can understand what the fuck you are saying.

    Your girlfriend is quick to remind you that in this part of Thailand they converse in a different dialect, but she also assures you that they still wouldn’t understand what the fuck you were saying if they didn’t.

    With a rapidity exclusive to the tropics, the sun has now set and an inky black night, resplendent with a liberal smattering of stars, sets in.

    Por and Loong (Uncle) fetch a selection of heavy duty farming implements from a storage area beneath the house and walk with exacting strides – although Por admittedly falls over – to where you sit on the balcony sipping on a glass of Leo beer. Loong holds up a machete with a blunt 18-inch blade and makes slashing and stabbing motions before rubbing his tummy.

    By all accounts Loong wants to eat you.

    He wants to bludgeon you to death and feast on your remains.

    However, he happily turns about face, switches on a head torch and marches forthwith into the neighbouring jungle. He emerges 20 minutes later with three jungle rats, a pair of eels, and some choice vegetation crammed into a plastic bag.

    Loong’s unquestionable hunter-gatherer prowess has paved the way for Mair (Mum) to demonstrate her ingenuity in the kitchen.

    And 30 minutes of chopping and gutting and butchering later she has prepared three dishes: Pad pet pla lai (eel curry); Nu yang (roasted rat); and Pad pak (fried vegetables). You eat and drink into the early hours, the internationally recognised language of complete and utter drunken bollocks maintaining the conversational flow throughout the evening.

    The following morning, with a headache the size of Sakhon Nakhon, you awake early to a whole cacophony of farmyard furor.

    The putt-putt-putt of a tractor bores deep into your cranium, a pair of roosters scream at each other from opposite ends of the village, a dog barks while Por unleashes a tirade of gibberish aimed at the television, which isn’t even switched on.

    Village life certainly has its quirks, and maybe one day, who knows? A wooden house on stilts overlooking hectares of lush vegetation; your own small slice of rural Siam on which to grow crops, raise animals, maybe volunteer part time in a temple school; live a life of simplicity away from the marauding masses of the big city.

    In the meantime it’s back to Bangkok – where the first port of call shall and must be Burger King.


    Into Isaan: A Guide To Visiting The In-Laws | What's On Sukhumvit

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    OUTSTANDING, SLAP!!!

    Cheers.

    Missed Por myself.


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    Nice one slap...
    Can't beat a good yarn...

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    Great stuff. Outstanding.

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    Reminds me of a visit to Korat, many,many years ago!
    Good stuff!

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    Does this mean the return of Slap grows ever more imminent? I do hope so.

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    an atmospheric vignette.

    sickening food though.

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    Slap, simply terrific for those who have a gf or partner from that area.
    Your tale of the smaller Isaan village 'family' nest is true to the experience. You have been there.
    Great narrative though many city dwellers will have nary a clue. Well written and nice post.
    Give it a try for the week (all seven days) of Songkraan---you'll wish you had brought morphine.

    By the way last week on Sukhumvit across from Nana I "upgraded" to the large BK "Australian Beef" Whopper meal (or whatever) approx B 210 with fries and cola - it truly was not worth noting although pleasant seating behind the shoppe. Possibly if I was inebriated it would have tasted better.
    {Caveat: I had not been in a BK in well over two years (Stateside, Europe, LOS or an airport) though I did have a Breakfats Burrito w/ coffee one morning in 2012 which was decent.}

    For moi the shwarma 'wraps' on Soi 3 (Syrian owned) along the ME "Central" for B 70 are delicious and simply convenient. The wait might be 10 minutes with seating available ot take-away in light aluminum foil. Have you given those a try prior ?
    (If you order in Hebrew you'll get a funny smile...but a smile nonetheless.)

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    Excellent post Sir,

    Quote Originally Posted by somtamslap
    the internationally recognised language of complete and utter drunken bollocks maintaining the conversational flow throughout the evening.
    So true. A nod, a smile and a grunt; that's all that's required.

    I look forward to more.

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    Glad to hear Por is still his lovable self.

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    Good stuff! Missed the ole geezer....

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    Por, Khun Ta in these parts, smokes the same rough tobacco reefers. Khun Yai's teeth are stained bright red from chewing leaf and betel nut for 40 years. The chicken shit on my patio needs sweeping three times a day. The food is mostly inedible especially the fried rice paddy weevils and nam prik. I do have the same cravings for Burger King which I indulge in as often as possible.
    Thanks Slap for a great vignette on Issan life.
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    Excellant story. I live in Isaan, teach at a temple school, and really, really miss Burger King. But we do have 7/11, so I don't eat rats...yet.

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    Obliged all.

    Very easy to sit here in the suburban drizzle in the UK and hark back to the sticks through rose-tinted specs.


    Quote Originally Posted by chassamui
    Does this mean the return of Slap grows ever more imminent
    More imminent by the day. I'm working on a project at the moment in my spare time. I simply call it: 'getting the fucking out of this twathole asap'

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    I really question whether or not you realize your full talent and potential Slapper.

    Another great piece of interesting reading.

    Tah very mark mark!

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    Quote Originally Posted by Loy Toy View Post
    I really question whether or not you realize your full talent and potential Slapper.

    Another great piece of interesting reading.

    Tah very mark mark!

    Agree. He does have quite a skill. A few rough edges a good editor would knock off, but a very entertaining author.

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    I love your stories, Slap!!

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    Your tale has an entertaining tone to it, Slap. Nice one.

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    It seems dumbed down a bit for his new audience, the dirty slag

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    Hey Boll, I just removed a few fucks and kunts and anal intercourse with dead cows and chicken fisting and we were good to go

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    You fucking yuppy

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    Quote Originally Posted by Dapper View Post
    You fucking yuppy
    He's a city boy now. Probably also a warmduscher.

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    Quote Originally Posted by somtamslap
    anal intercourse with dead cows and chicken fisting
    Is the new book going to have pics/illustrations?

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    Here you go Stroller, a chicken fisting video

    It looks like one of Luigis harem at the end


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    Quote Originally Posted by OhOh View Post
    Excellent post Sir,

    Quote Originally Posted by somtamslap
    the internationally recognised language of complete and utter drunken bollocks maintaining the conversational flow throughout the evening.
    So true. A nod, a smile and a grunt; that's all that's required.

    I look forward to more.
    As should all of us.
    This place could use a decent boost of Slap's material on a regular basis.

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