^Is he the type to take off his socks when flying?
Silly question... shure homie likes to show off his phalanges more than Looper does his phallus.
#pray for the crew and passengers.
^Is he the type to take off his socks when flying?
Silly question... shure homie likes to show off his phalanges more than Looper does his phallus.
#pray for the crew and passengers.
Yes, I can empathise with this. After 12 years of living in Thailand I became fully acclimatised (read, developed a very robust drinking habit and the ability to eat a seven chilli papaya salad without flinching) and it took me four long and desperate years before the effects of reverse culture shock started to mitigate. I mean it was fucking woeful - one day I'm on a farm in far-flung Southeast Asia getting twatted on turpentine with Sombat and his hombres, the next I'm on the 7.16 to Clapham Junction amid a roiling tide of besuited wankers going through motions.
But life isn't as black and white as I once thought it to be - the grey areas, the gaps, the filler, is what makes it all work. Or at least makes for a higher level of contentment.
As far as your situation goes, Mendip - if it ain't broke and all that.
Having lived for 15 years in Bangkok and now 17 years in Pattaya I have not experienced Thai Village life as you guys obviously have. I have obviously missed out on the primal experience which does not faze me as honestly I don't think it would suit me.
I also know farangs who love village life and avoid the big smoke.
I have lived in 2 settings, BKK and what I will call suburbia. I doubt I could handle hard-core village life some do nor full time in BKK. Between BKK and the little town my wife and live now, I will take the "town" life. It is quiet and peaceful and has all the things I want or need nearby. Quiet mountain roads to ride my motorcycle and bicycle, a nice river where I can pretend I am fishing and a very nice airport where I can walk in and grab a flight if I want to blaze somewhere. We never suffer water shortages and power outage events. Roads are nice and very nice medical facilities close by.
I think Mendy lives in a suburbia type location being he lives in Korat.
Stumpy I have been to Mendip's house and while he is in "suburbia" he has created a little bit of the "country in his yard with the pond and its surrounds.
I can vouch that when sitting near the pond you could easily imagine you weren't surrounded by "suburbia".
However having said that he was a little envious when he visited my place in the "rural village' as he seen my chickens running around free ranging and my dogs with lots of space to run about.
They don't chase the chickens by the way.
Me, I like the freedom of being in the rural village where there is almost no traffic to worry about and you can do almost whatever you want without being harassed.
On my "Pretend fishing" comment while funny as hell however being completely frank, having lived in the Pacific Northwest (As you do) for virtually almost all my life, being able to fish such fertile rivers from California to Washington State full of Salmon, Steelhead, German browns, Cut throat trout fishing here is only pretending. The rivers here have nothing but bottom feeding garbage fish and the few I have caught and brought home, my wife said "Don't" those are terrible eating.
^^Well, he does seem quite a touchy chap.
happynz maybe I should learn to be more specific when posting crap on here as once again the reader i.e. you have not grasped what I was referring to.
What I meant is not being harassed by Govt. people with all their rules and regulations.
cyrille you'd have to be one of the most gormless people that post on here and if I appear to be touchy its because unlike others on here who seem to think the best way to deal with your inane posts is to ignore you, I refuse to do that and will continue to tell you what a twat you are.
In other news i can't fathom why Mendip doesn't use waders for the pond work, and a spare set for Ootai.
Actually from some of the pics, it appears the water level would exceed a chest wader limit. Filling up waders (which I have done a few times duck hunting) is a very tough situation trying to shed them while full.
The only thing I would do is put on a tight pair of crackers to keep parasites from swimming up my junk.
I agree when Mendip was fannying around initially until the lightbulb moment of pumping out. he still spent days waist deep trying his level best to get leishmaniasis
MM77 I don't remember if mendip actually said so in the thread but he didn't want to pump out the pond for 2 reasons first he would need to somehow refill it and secondly, and I personally believe this was the main reason he was worried that the fish would die as he thought he didn't have enough storage to keep them all alive while refilling the pond.
I can honestly say that I was very surprised about how much he cared about the welfare of the fish. Me being a practical person thought, any that die will not be wasted there are plenty of Thai's around who would willing eat them but mendip was even worried about the time they were out of water while they were removed from the net and carried over to the holding tanks. I suppose he is a geologist so has a touchy feely manner about him, although cyrille seems to think I am a touchy person it is definitely not the seem touchy as mendip is.
So in the beginning he was only trying to pump out the mud and crud from the bottom of the tank which required him to try and keep the pump from getting stuck in there and then tripping out. I have since suggested to him that i can give him an old tractor tube from which he could suspend the pump and drag it around the pump from the shore using ropes. I think he will try this next time he does it.
Afters aying all that he may have been doing what he did because he likes getting into the cooler water during the heat as well as giving the opportunity to get pictures taken in his 'wicking boxers".
I did that a lot throughout my life until recently. I have to say, the rivers are not as fertile as they were when I was a kid, and that may be a big part of why I stopped. Still have my fishing gear, of course, but for now it lies unused in the basement. My grandfather was a commercial fisherman for a living and he owned two boats, that he ran to Alaska to fish for everything from crab to salmon, so understandingly he wasn't interested in sport fishing. But my dad and uncle loved it, so spent a lot of my youth with them fishing rivers in the Cascade and Olympic mountains. Far fewer people lived here back then, and you could go all day long in some places without seeing a soul. Just nature and animals.
Good memories.
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