Pregnant Man???

Interesting priority lane on entering Thailand.  I wonder if I can get my hubby pregnant?

With Friends Like These...

When friends texted me to say they were waiting for us in the car park, I didn't expect to open my front door and be met by this huge free standing poster in front of me!  

The three smug-os in the photo were celebrating a lunch that I hadn't attended and which they STILL go on about as though it were Babette's Feast.  Their comments are in-jokes, though the 'I love Kim's cooking' heart felt a bit sarcastic.  Hum, guess what he is getting next time he calls!

THE LONG ROAD TO THE SOUL SIAM QUILT CONTEST

On one of those 'why not?' days, I convinced myself and two friends (collectively known as Nil By Mouth) to enter the Soul Siam quilt competition.    A June deadline gave us months to come up with ideas and make the quilts, or so we thought.  I think entering this contest has been the hardest quilt related thing I have done (and judging by their moans, the other two have been struggling also).

BOTTLED WATER ANYONE?

Bottled water in our hotel in Myanmar.  I hope they washed their feet first!

On Husbands & Hotels (and why I wanted to change them both) Part 2

Normally when we travel Alan chooses good hotels, sometimes they are even great.  There have however been the duds.  The second problem hotel was recommended by Alan's colleague (and we won't be using her recommendations again!).

The room itself while dark, was okay.  It was the facilities that caused the problem.  As you can see the shower for the en-suite was actually an alcove next to the wardrobe (on the left) with a curtain pulled across.  

On Husbands and Hotels (and why I wanted to change both!).

Our first night in Myanmar was not the calm, pleasant one we had expected.  And I blame Alan for that.  

We had not expected a luxury hotel when we arrived in Mandalay, though a bit more space in the room would have been a bonus (look closely at the picture and you will see that whoever (and by that I mean Alan) slept on the far side of the bed, had to climb over the end of the bed in order to get past the mini bar.  Well at least we had a mini bar.

The electrics were also not exactly what one would have hoped for, but again, we were not expecting too much.  Little did we know however, that our (and by that read my) sanguine attitude to this would rapidly evaporate come nightfall.

SWIMMING THAI STYLE

A reasonable enough request...