Bhumibol ( Bangkok I )

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Arrived friday afternoon in Bangkok and had arranged to meet Paul (coming in from Dhaka one hour later than me) in the arrivals hall. Time passed but no Paul. Tried to phone and guess what.. already in a taxi to go downtown. Luckily the cab hadn't turned on to the expressway so after a quick turn-a-round the cab managed to pick me up from the airport.

During the Kings celebrations everybody but really everybody is wearing yellow shirts, T-shirts or polos. And yellow candles were lit at 19.20 for King Bhumibol and indeed all over the country the national anthem was sung. It was a quite a sight in Bangkok where everything comes to a halt and everybody knows the lyrics. Unlike the Netherlands where only the first two stanzas are remembered if you're lucky.

Where just checking in at Centre Point, our home away from home, when Marco showed up. It was his last night before going to Peking to meet his boyfriend Arend for a two week holiday in China. Marco will also come over to Japan with Pim and Hans on the 3rd of July. Instead of going to Soi 4 we went to Dick's Café on Surawong

Had dinner in an Italian place called Delicatezza on Thor long in Sukhumvit on Saturday night with David and Scott and even though there is no Italian cook in sight the food was absolutely delicious be it also rather pricey for Thai standards. The boys will come over to Amsterdam in August for a joint visit to friends in the U.K.

Finished saturday night in the gay ghetto in Silom's Soi 4 for a drink in the Telephone bar. Then went back to our appartment for a well deserved rest.......