November 29-30, 2003
The Concorde Lounge at Heathrow's Terminal #4 is now just a First Class lounge. The only bit of memorabilia are the doors through which Concorde passengers used to pass. These, too, will probably wind up in a museum ... or, perish the thought, on E-Bay.
The last time we were in this room was to board BA's 001 for JFK. Today ... err ... last night ... we were waiting for BA's 009.
Watcharee made a last minute telephone call to tell her Mom that she was safely out of London.
The next 11 1/2 hours took 009 across Northern Europe, Moscow, Pakistan and Calcutta before crossing the Bay of Bengal. After a skip over Burma we arrived in Bangkok.
Pom and Golf were at our apartment to greet us.
The view across the river hasn't changed much in the past 60 days. The Peninsula has opened its new Thai restaurant and the Coke billboard has been updated.
"Is that all we're going to get, Alf?"
Hold on; we're still at the pre-journal stage.
Will this huge concrete creature be our new home? It is called "The State Building", or some such nonsense. Anyway, we are looking into its layers as its top floors see for centuries ... into Burma on the West and over into Laos going East. But, the building has undergone lots of ownerships since it was built more than a half dozen years ago ... along with oodles of name changes ... so its tie to the legal turf needs a lawyer-look (YUK). But, its proximity to a famous temple is a plus (for some) ... as its location near the Chao Phya River (for others). Its size, however, is terribly daunting.
Father's Day is just a few days into December ... it is also the King's Birthday; so it is it a movable feast (Movable in that F-day is always on the King's B-day ... so when he passes on, F-Day moves like a lark ... incidentally, M-Day does the same dart when the old Queen moves on). Kudos to the Shangri-La for this.
Coke and God have formed a comfortable marriage here in Bangkok.
Young Noi still works at White Shirts ... now known among farangs as Blue Shirts. Check her new color.
The Shangri-La Hotel still looks no better in a local security traffic mirror.
"OK, Alf, you did add something to the pre-journal ... not much, but something."