The monk said "dropping a bomb" and the Chief who said, "just throw in a little bitch"

It is my last day in Bangkok for a while, because in a few hours I the big silver bird take Beach need you on the southern islands... oh, how I! I bought swimsuit vintage black 50's, and I can't wait until it is the bronze bikini wearing Aussies sport.

So I went to the Thai cooking school, it was probably the best thing, I have done so far. I met a sweet Kiwi Geneviève named and at sight together could see next day. Nusi, the master led us to the market and explains each variant of the ginger, chili, garlic and every other conceivable spice. We cooked 6 courts. When I get home, I'll Cook for everyone that will have me! I took some of his lectures and will post when I get home, because I cannot describe, how funny he is. One thing the note worthy of Nusi is cooking he says often, "OK,..., each look here on Thiiiissss little ginger... drop not much inch... you put just a little bitch!" We laugh would yell, and he would giggle.

Yesterday, I wandered around the Indian district of the city near the Hindu temple. The air was warm with incense and lotus

Flowers. I found myself in a group of people moving the same direction. Before I knew it I was a Hindu holy man gave me a blessing, then spiked my forehead with red paint. It all happened so fast, and I feel, that you extend regardless of your religion, never back someone should turn a blessing. This is a reasonable and sensible thing to do. However, I was stumped when and where you pull out the red color on my forehead. So I had to wind for several hours to Bangkok red dotted. I explained my situation to the Lord and assured him that I was still a strong believer in Jesus. I washed it out when I came to the Buddest monastery You must have thought I was a big Poser.

The monks offer free meditation classes, who is interested in. I told Geneviève and met me. Us and an elderly man Aussie put before the monk and our will to meditation experience. We received a fascinating and colourful presentation for the next 1 1/2 hours. A rough guide:

"You"

Think too much... You make things too dramatic... Their minds run and run and all day, and you never know what you are doing. Sit and wait in line or in your free time and you think of things things you don't like and one thought leads to another and before you know it is your own mind to keep you entertained and the time has passed you by.

You have 5 senses... Sight sound, taste, touch, smell... Listen to decide things and I like or I don't know how. But the easy thing, it is only a sound. It is when your thoughts on that one is solid, has meaning. All your problems come from this. It is your ego and your own ideas making, sorrow or pleasure.

The point is meditation... to observe this is where wisdom comes and be in the present. If said anything to you, instead you apply all your ideas and emotions to the sounds, sounds you hear and watch. If you get offended, it is your problem. If someone loud bangs the door and it pisses you off (Yes, he said,)

(Piss) it is not the noise that is the problem, is it for you.

Meditation practice presence and observe what you are doing. You have to live in the present. If you hiking..., or if you hear my rant, you not me up can shut, you can't control me or anyone else, but you can be present and listen... If you are far-reaching... dirt from the floor or you dropping in the toilet a bomb... "Make your opinion, where you are currently"

Yes, you read it.... the Holy monk said "dropping a bomb". I was in an ever so present stupor. I was so shocked, I could not even laugh or smile.

He took us through a two hour meditation in the go, we were ten steps as SLOW as a man in a nursing home. Singing to each step. 10 Steps we would stand and sing that we know, we are..., then we would sing that we wanted to turn around and go back were. OH it was painful.... was every muscle sore, I felt I had wedgy I had to pee, I was hungry, I was thirsty, my leg ellt...I didn't have to concentrate every reason in the book.

I called me at only two steps without regard for anything other than my walking... on foot quite impossible. I thought I was trapped, and I had no idea when it came to an end. But I could not offend and leaving.

I appreciated the premise and was grateful that a monk took from his life to teach us, just because we up went 4 hours and asked.

After gene went and I had a drink.

I love you guys.

Part of the journey: Thailand

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