"Dickhead"
stumbled in message news:4311face.1876568@news.free.fr... (where the . is
free france)...
Nah, this story of yours is better.
How you were remained siting in a French "ba ba boo boo (=crazy)" French
supremacy style at a burning restaurant.
Newsgroups: soc.culture.thai
From: Edward Teune
Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2001 16:10:07 -0400
Subject: RE: A tourist at Khorat
No superstitous people in Europe? not a one?
Quite a few, I would say.
Does everyone in Europe hang around in a food court where the cooking
equipment is burning? What a dork!
It is quite obvious that you stayed simply to try and show your "european
superiority" in the face of what a normal person would consider to be an
undesireable situation. Maybe there were a couple of drunk, fat stupid
farang baba booboo still eating lethargically in a buring food court, but I,
for one, would have been a farang eating and drinking elsewhere.
What would be the point of staying? To try to make up for your inferiority
complex visavis the rest of the non-european world by trying desperately to
give the appearance of superiority in a little burning food court?
That's pretty sad, my european friend. farang baba booboo????
you really ARE a dork!
I think the Thais were simply laughing AT you and your slow-witted inaction.
>Comparing it to the Roman walls in Europe, I turned round to make a comment
>to my guide but she was gone. Very surprised, I looked around for her in
>the twilight.
>After several minutes, I saw her coming hastily from the end of the wall.
>To my enquiring eyes, she replied:
>" I don't want to stay all my life at Nakhon Rachasima"
>"Uh?"
>"A legend says that everybody who goes through this gate will stay forever
>at Khorat"
>"But you're a student from the university!"
>"Yes but the university of Khon Kaen not Khorat"
>"I have gone through the gate but I doubt I'll stay more than 3 days here"
>"Of course, you are a Farang so you cannot believe this"
>She gave up trying to convince me.
>Two hours of visit later, we decided to go to a big shopping mall
>called...The Mall.
>In the basement, there is a Japanese restaurant where you can eat sukiyaki.
>This sort of restaurant chain is common in Bangkok with a different brand
>name.
>Despite their taste for spicy food, most of the Thai people that I know
>like Japanese
>food; so do I. The restaurant was almost full and we sat down at a table
>near the windows.
>Then the young waiter switched on the electric hotplate under the water
>pot.
>Five minutes later, a waitress brought us the different ingredients that we
>had chosen on
>the menu. The Thai student put them in the boiling water while she
>translated their names
>into English and French for me.
>My mouth watering in anticipation, I was about to take a piece of Japanese
>food when a
>dull noise came from the end of the room. I would not have payed attention
>to it but half
>of the customers stood up with a big smile on their face. The sort of Thai
>smile that
>means: "fright". A second noise and everybody stood up, so did I.
>Then I could see the cause of the noise: a hotplate was burning. When a
>flame came from
>the machine, all the staff and several customers went away from the
>restaurant.
>I was waiting for the course of events. It was a fire with electricity and
>water: so the
>safety fuse blew out and the water boiled over the pot, extinguishing the
>fire.
>I sat down to continue my meal but the hiss of the steam had an opposite
>effect on the
>Thai customers. Everybody ran away from the room.
>Sipping my beer, I was waiting for the air conditioner to clean the air.
>The manager came
>to remove the hotplate and the pot. Despite being Thai, he was not smiling.
>I looked
>around me: on my left, there was only one client, a Farang man with white
>hair, eating
>heartily his sukiyaki; on my right outside the restaurant, a dozen of Thai
>people -
>including my student - were peering at us through the windows with a big
>smile on their
>face. The sort of inimitable Thai smile that means: "Farang ba ba booboo".
>All the light came back quickly and most of the customers decided to finish
>their meal.
>Wisely, I avoided discussing the subject with my guide for the rest of the
>night.
>Provincial Mort
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"Deckard" wrote in message
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> Its name comes from the arrival of 3 ambassadors sent by the King of
> Siam on the 29th of June 1686. They crossed the harbour, landed in
> Lanvéoc and went to the Château of Versailles to meet Louis XIV the
> Sun-King. At that period Siam Street came down to the banks of River
> Penfeld and went up towards the Landernau Door.
> hat Siam Street is famous thanks to Jacques Prévert's song. It was a
> quite narrow street
>
> http://perso.orange.fr/alain.liscoet/rue_de_siaman.htm
> _
>
> Once again, big thanks to the 2Bangkok.com web site for this link.
>
> The old town of Brest was totally destroyed by the air raids of the
> Allies during WW2.
>
> In the 17th century, Siam was truely considered by the Europeans as a
> big Asian power, more important than the feudal xenophobic Japan, for
> instance.
> Alas, after the death of the king Narai the Great, the rule of Siam
> fell into a gang of xenophobic anti-western dictators. They decided to
> expell all Foreigners from the Kingdom. This policy led eventually to
> the sacking of Ayuthaya and the complete destruction of the old Siam.
> After this sad event, the Siamese Kingdom has ever been unable to get
> any significant influence on the world's events.
> Of course, there is a great resemblance with the present junta-ruled
> Thailand; our long-term residents, the self-proclaimed 'experts' as
> well as the normal people, are about to feel the pressure!
>
> Regards,
> Mort
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