Wow I'm sitting on my bed in my penthouse (Huh! Top floorhas to be penthouse)apartment connected to the net!Not me, my computer.My little radio is presenting the news in English read by two people with unpronouncible names, slightly American accents and strange pronunciation. I've just had my fill of Mangosteens - sweet and juicyand less than a dollar for a kilo. The little old ladywith the fruit stall beamed and added a couple.
My hotwater shower is now working and the huge airconditioner is pumping out cool air, but unfortunately not enough to smother the drain smells oozing upthrough the bathroom floor. My brain refuses to adjust to the time change. It'sonly three hours but it means I fall asleep at 8pm andwake at 3.30am. Everything at school is as was. My favourite foodstall lady is still there and asked me (in Thai)"Where have you been?".
