Long Way to Home

After tutoring today at Siam Square I ventured to Silom Saladeang to take an extreme exercise class at a new facility called Twist, in Silom Complex. It couldn't be too difficult--there will be many in the class if I get tired, I thought. When I arrived, I was the only one in the class. Sexy Coach Aek worked me hard for almost two hours. After my shower in Silom Complex--Yes I was naked in the mall--again, I went to find my friend Dee who worked at a very exclusive Japanese travel agency--all on the same floor. I found a place the had a "J" (Japanese)in the title and behind that title sat my friend by his computer terminal, showing off his caveat smile. We chatted then I began to venture home to Pinklao. Soi convent had too many delicious foods for me to pass up, so I got some Kao mun Kai and Koon and took the BTS to the river. At the pier. I waited. I waited. I waited for my boat. The one with the orange flag. Only blue flags arrived every 30 minutes. At almost over an hour wait I asked the best I can in my Thai if the boat was going to stop in Pinklao--"No boat to Pinklao." So, I took the blue flag. Looking at the map it seemed that it was very close to my stop. Soon, it arrived at the last stop. My stop and yes, Pinklao was on the other side of the river. It was closer then I anticipated. I jumped off the boat excited my condo sat a few kilometers on the other side of the river. Now, this side of the river there is a small narrow metal pier where kids drink whiskey late at night and steal kisses from boys and girls. The walkway meanders to a ferry that crosses the river. It was not running. I walked. I walked. I walked, always knowing there is a way to get where I want to . At the end of the walkway a Thai boy on a bike sat behind the gate door. He held up the lock from the other side and said, "Jump," followed by cute laughter. I grabbed the lock. Most people would turn around and find a way around. Well, I just kept looking at the door. All around it were long metal arrow blades and on both sides the river. Most people would turn around and find another way. Well, I saw a small rectangle space toward the top of the gate. Now, I just jumped up, shot my leg through, then my head and chest then my other leg and found my self climbing down to the other side. I did indeed "Jump." I realized that somewhere in my consciousness there is a guide that ignores any outside thinking. I soon passed the biker and nodded and climbed up the stairs that led to the Pinklao bridge. I walked across very very very busy bridge. Many yellow shirts were arriving on buses for the Bangkok shutdown on Monday 13, January. I raised my hand screaming "Thailand" every time a carload of yellow shirts blew whistles. After climbing down the stairs on the other side of the river I walked to get a bus to my condo. I waited. I waited. Then I saw a motorbike taxi--I took it. Double the usual price and double the speed, I made it home. Silom is so much closer.