She who must be obeyed likes it hard.

It took me a while to accommodate her desires, but now I like it hard too. Our mattress of choice is a Slumberland orthopedophile extra-hard concrete slab. For the first few days I found it hard (sic) to sleep and considered the mattress to be possible grounds for divorce. But once I was used to it, well, I need it hard every night.

A couple of Khmer temples near Surin. More photos will be inflicted once I get home.

On the road to Surin and the last thing you expect is the cowboy of love….

A week ago we went to see Inception for the first time.

The story, the questions, the various possibilities as to what was really going on, swam around in my head on Friday; and on Saturday I just had to go and see it again. Surprisingly, she who must be obeyed was happy for a return visit; even though she was comfortable to accept “the standard view” as to the storyline. We both enjoyed it just as much the second time, in fact I think I enjoyed it even more; freed from having to follow what the hell was going on, I was able to appreciate many of the little nuances that I missed the first time round.

A long weekend is coming up, the roads will be jammed, an ideal time for staying at home.

But instead we are off on a road trip to places which will become evident when I blog about them. Photos will be loaded to the iPad and given a little processing if required. Words will be written in Pages, and when a suitable wifi service is encountered, photos will be uploaded to Flickr and words transferred to Wordpress. Eh Voila! A Pattaya Days post courtesy of the iPad.

If your funds, or your spouse, or your personal god, only allow the acquisition of a single, small camera; then I would unreservedly recommend the Panasonic LX3. Until today that is; because now I can’t recommend it any more. Panasonic have replaced it with the LX5 (the number four sounds similar to the word “death” in Japanese so they prefer not to use it, unless they are selling the Banzai Bazooka Widow Maker Mark 4).

Nine years ago I watched a low-budget movie called Memento. A man with no short term memory is trying to solve a murder. As he can’t remember what happened five minutes ago, he is easily confused. As the movie progresses in a series of scenes moving backwards in time, the viewer is as confused as the main protagonist; and only at the end (or rather, the beginning, which comes at the end); do we understand most of the story. Multiple viewings helped to fill in the some of the details; but movie forums were ablaze for years, arguing about the nuances of the story.

Welcome to the Health and Safety preparedness meeting for the Kart Championship of Thailand. Can we talk about the starting ceremony? We have a lovely collection of hydrogen-filled balloons.

But some of the stations are quite picturesque.