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Entry #10 Thailand, the land of the Chom poo

Sleepy but here

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After 11 hours from Auckland and having watched Pride and Prejudice twice, Walk the Line once and Charlie + Chocolate once, I arrived in Bangkok at 9:15 pm. I love Thai Airways. Very colorful planes, warm perfumed towels before your meal, Thai food if you want it (which I did) and cute little tooth brushes and paste in the bathrooms. They think of everything.

As we were landing, there were ice crystals on the windows. Once we touched down and were heading for the gate, the window fogged up from the humidity. HELLO THAILAND!

We exited the plane by going down stairs and were to be loaded on to buses to go to the terminal. I stood on the last step of the stairs and looked at the ground and remembered it had been 35 years since I had walked in Thailand. I had a little cry and then stepped off the step and on to the bus.

My driver met me at the exit from immigration and as I sat in the underground parking garage waiting for him to arrive with the car, I had another Thai memory, the feel and smell and the humidity of Bangkok. I could be given a vial with this odor to identify anywhere in the world and I would recognize it as Thailand.

It is a combination of ripe fruit just about ready to turn, car exhaust, moist heat and dust. It may not sound nice, but to me, it was a wonderful memory.

My driver, Mr. Yut, was a stitch. 29 years old and very engaging, he kept telling me that he would take care of my car needs tomorrow. Based on how I was feeling, I told him I would have to think about it as I am not sure what time the body will make it out of bed.

My room is wonderful on the ninth floor and hopefully when the sun comes up, a good view of the city. Twin beds, fruit plate, complimentary coffee, etc and little bath goodies to be had. I am taking the portable toothbrush and paste with me for later in the trip.

I had been up the night before in Auckland at 3:00 am doodling on the computer. I woke again at 3:00 in Bangkok and decided to try and sleep. No luck, so I was up at 4:00 reading the Bangkok Post, both Saturday and Sundays and diving into the fruit plate.

So less than 12 hours after arriving, I am eating my first (of many) Chom Poos! I love them!. They are also called Rose Apples and are shaped like a heart coming to a point at the bottom. They are red colored and the skin resembles a green pepper, a little waxy. Just under the skin is also like the green pepper in that it is juicy with little pockets of liquid. The middle is white and soft and there is a little tiny pit up next to the stem. I cannot describe the flavor other than subtle and a little sweet, because there is nothing else that I have come across that resembles the chom poo. They are my favorite Thai fruit!.

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I am reading my Thai books and maps and trying to become acclimated. I may go out today and begin buying my Thai goodies, or I might just go to the pool and try and catch up on my tan. I will have to wear elbow length gloves and knee socks to catch up the white parts of my body, so that may not be an option.

More later, once I am in Khorat with Earthwatch and the other volunteers.

Posted by ladyjanes 20:43 Archived in Thailand Tagged armchair_travel

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I am glad you enjoyed your poo. Could Chom Poo be grown in the SE United States, do you think? I love the pictures you post.

-Rob Gray

by rgray

Hey Jane,

I am back to the rat race. Only one entry from Thailand. Hope you guys had fun once I left.


by tthara

Hi Jane,
Loved reading your entries. Origins of Angkor was great, especially the volunteers! I'll keep visiting your blog to read about your continuing adventures.

by weislett

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