The Parents are here. One way in which I differ from a typical Expat Wife is that when we relocated to a distant and foreign country, I actually moved closer to my parents and my brother. They live in Hong Kong, previously a hellish twelve hour journey of cramped legs, screaming children and three day jet lag, and now a mere three hour flight and one hour time difference. We've seen more of them this year than we have in the previous five years put together.
Today we took a walk along Dong Tan beach, just down the bottom of the road from our apartment, an outing that proved to be more like a safari. A people safari. Creatures not often seen openly in society seem to climb out of their holes and flock to the beaches of Pattaya, creating fantastic people watching opportunities. Everywhere we looked, we saw middle aged men turned beetroot by the sun and the heat, sweat running down their wrinkled brows and forming pools in the folds of their stomachs bloated by alcohol. They were slumped in their deckchairs, beer in hand, gobbling down bowls of fried rice. We looked on with perverse fascination, unable to tear our eyes away from the circus acts before us.
Tonight we're off to one of those quintessential expat events, the annual charity ball. We shall don our finest attire, drink Champagne, eat fabulous food and dance into the night. Now though we are headed for the tennis courts, to fit in a set or two before we begin to beautify ourselves in the cool of the air-con. On days like this I can't believe how lucky we are.
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