Hello my old friends!!! It’s Remy Doo here, writing to you
from sunny, warm (90°F...Is it really December!?!), beautiful Bangkok!! First off, I’d like
to apologize for dropping off the radar!!! I’m sure you’ve all been holding
your breath, waiting in suspense to hear what happens next in the life of Thai
Noodle Remy. You weren’t??? Oh. Well, for those of you who are still reading,
you’re really lucky because I’m back at it in BKK!!! I’ll try to fill you in
and get you guys up to speed as quickly as possible.
These past couple months have been a complete blur! We’re
just getting a chance to catch our breath, and the year is already coming to an
end. Where did 2011 go??? Hmmmmm, let’s see….MOMMY AND DADDY GOT HITCHED!!! On
September 10th, 2011 my parents happily wed back home in California
with the love and support of their closest family and friends. Unfortunately I
couldn’t attend due to passport issues. Sad to say, but this wiener can’t cross
the Thai border until we’re leaving for good. I was definitely there in spirit
though!
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| Mad Photography Props to Marc Fiorito! |
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| Cody Rasmussen working his magic! |
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| One of my favorites! Wish I could have been there! (Photo Credit - Marc Fiorito) |
After their wedding, mommy and daddy went on an amazing
honeymoon to Mauritius. Up until checkout time, the entire trip was perfect.
It’s such a beautiful place with lots of wonderful memories, so it definitely
deserves a post of it’s own! I’ll fill ya more in on that trip later!
When they returned home to Bangkok, it was clear their
relaxing honeymoon was over! While away in Mauritius my parents didn’t quite
stay on top of the news (Understandable, right??? It was their honeymoon!), so
they were a little unaware a wave of floodwater was approaching Bangkok. When
they went to the grocery to stock up, they were shocked to find empty shelves.
No water, no rice, no noodle cups, and slim pickings’ on the canned food aisle.
Lucky for them there was still plenty of Campbell’s Minestrone and Tomato Soup
available. Wonder why? Apparently, not too popular with the Thais. After a few
stops at various grocery stores, they were able to scrape together a decent
emergency supply kit. With the high tide coming that weekend, they were as
prepared as possible and ready to brace for it.
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| The only water left was the imported stuff. Pricey Perrier or Expensive Evian!!! |
The high tide came and went, and our house along with most
of inner Bangkok remained dry and above water. It was unfortunate timing, but
daddy was forced to leave on a business trip while we were still in crisis
mode. With mixed signals from the media, it was hard to tell whether we were
actually going to flood. For several nights I had horrible dreams that I was floating
away like a tiny piece of driftwood. Did I already mention there are crocodiles
in the water? Yep! Honestly, what croc wouldn’t want to take a bite out of a
plump lil’ cocktail weenie?? I was definitely on alert and kept my floaties
close by.
Another round of high tides was due to hit, and from what we
could tell this was going to be it. Daddy came home early from his business
trip to pick up mommy and me, and we evacuated Bangkok along with most of its
nine million residents. Next thing I knew, I was on a flight down to Phuket.
Although, unlike the flight from the U.S. I didn’t get any drugs :( Boo! I still rocked it though!
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| Evacuation Phuket!!! |
We laid low in Phuket for a few days, wondering if we would
have a dry home to return to. Even though our time there was stressful, I
definitely think I could get used to beach life! Once the high tide passed, we
were extremely relieved and thankful our neighborhood and home were unaffected.
Unfortunately not everyone was as lucky.
For the past several weeks grocery store shelves have been a
bit bare, and it has been difficult to find bottled water. Things finally seem
to be returning to normal though. Except for the sandbags that appear to have
taken up permanent residency. Some people even built concrete walls in front of
their stores and homes, possibly as a permanent addition. The piles of sandbags
almost seem less out of place than the Christmas decorations. Fake snow??? It’s 90 degrees out people! I’m headed to the pool to work on my tan!
