Ayutthaya - Former Capitol of Siam

​Ayutthaya. Arrived & rested. A dear fellow Willy greeted me with good English at my guesthouse and invited me to “ask me anything.” I just asked him for a recommendation for a good Thai restaurant, and I’m now riverside awaiting veggie and prawn curry. The small spray bottle the waitress brought to the table is mosquito repellent, not sanitizer, I find out after the fact. Oh, no, mosquitoes! I was wondering if “riverside” meant “mosquitoes.”    

Willy lit up when he told me there was music, and I must say the woman with the guitar has a lovely voice in flawless English and creative takes on Roberta Flack, Bob Marley and the Beatles, currently “Hey Jude.” (Sigh.)     

The prawns are from the river; a fishing boat powers by.  “Less spicy,” I say. Yeah, right. Wisely, I also said: “the small portion.” Because it’s a big bowl full! And very spicy. I order a 2nd lemon-lime Schweppes. It’s becoming my friend.

It sure feels good to be out of the city, on-the-fringe in my comfort zone. “I can see clearly now; it’s going to be bright, bright sun-shining day,” sings she. “She rides a Harley Davidson…the air she breathes.”