This morning I got a pint of fresh squeezed sweet orange juice for 30 cents and then these little street-made delicate pastries, 30 cents for 10 of them, they were made by dropping spoonfuls of warm coconut pudding into hot fat, I just cannot describe how good they were. There is the most wonderful food everywhere on the streets. Thin strips of grilled beef or chicken, fried fish, corn on cob, papaya salad, 1,000 soup shops, noodles, sticky rice.
Down on the corner are posted maybe 50 notices of persons missing from the Tsunami. Many photos, mug shots of people who disappeared. There’s one sheet with pics of tattoos, photographed on unidentified bodies. Pic of 63-year-old American,“If you have seen our father, please contact…” “David Baumgarten, 11 years old.” “Please help us find little Ragnar, along with pic of one-year old.” As of January 18 there were 4,548 people still missing…
Last night I got drawn into a bar by some good rock and roll. Thai guys doing covers. “You don’t know what it’s like…” “You’re always on my mind…” Chuck Berry. The music was a little crude but they had the spirit nailed. A 60s-year-old gringo came up and did a killer job on “Hound Dog.” The band did a great “Full Moon on the Rise” — they were channeling
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