
This is one of my favorite posts in r/Thailand this year: Soi Negro: From Nobles to Hair Cream (and actually good coffee)
Raising a family in Thailand // Documenting Issan food, culture, music, and people
This is one of my favorite posts in r/Thailand this year: Soi Negro: From Nobles to Hair Cream (and actually good coffee)
Or mostly Japanese, actually.
At the original Big C supermarket location in Maha Sarakham, which has been on a steady decline since so many competitors opened – Makro, Tesco (many branches of varying sizes), some independent stores that usually go bust within a year, and most recently, CJ. What Sarakham really needs is a Tops supermarket, which is is more high-end (but not as high end as Villa).
Pickle really likes wet food recently since she’s getting older, and she crunches reluctantly on dry food like her teeth are sensitive. She likes this Nekko brand a lot (although it’s pretty expensive at Big C, as pictured here), and won’t eat some of the other brands. She still keeps in shape as a mouser and regularly presents us with trophies like rats, mice, squirrels, birds, and lizards. I try to keep her full with cat food so she doesn’t eviscerate her prey on our doorstep like she used to – this system has been working pretty well so far.
We visited students interning on the island last year and stayed in a nice, deserted-due-to-low-season resort. A big storm came and the power went out for a few hours, but otherwise it was a great trip.
This was Max’s favorite meal on the trip, Khao Soi.
By Mina, an assignment for class.
That’s a Magic 8 Ball next to it.
May the force.
UPDATE:
It’s nice to know that the inner city canal system is still in use, even after most of them were filled in from the 1960s. If you get the chance, it’s a little bit off the beaten path and it’s a cheap way to both get around and see some funkier areas of Bangkok: Khlong Saen Saep Boat Service
Finishing up the term and taking care of visiting students from Tenri University, our alma mater.
Also worth a watch:
We wanted to transfer my lowrider to Nam’s name from her sister’s, in order to prepare it for possible sale. The prefectural inspection officer we ran into at the Land Transport Office either wanted a bribe and didn’t ask for it clearly enough, or was just having a bad day, and decided to insist that my truck was too low and had to be restored to standard height (which is technically not a law here). Either way, we were not in the mood to pay into corruption and thought it might be easier to sell the truck at standard height anyway, so we took it for modification to Nam’s old classmate across the street, who runs a garage in front of his house. Pics of the restored-to-stock truck will follow after I’ve replaced the tires to match the ride height. The photos below are just a remembrance of why I bought it in the first place (in honor of the lowered racing trucks AKA rod sing cruising the beach roads in Chonburi Province).
The shop pictured is the one written about above, but the photos are from a previous visit, when they were replacing brake pads and doing maintenance.
Noro-san apparently gained a few kilos on his trip to Thailand. Come to think of it, he never stopped eating!