That’s me in front of the famous Bridge on the River Kwai (not exactly the one in the movie, which was after all fictional, but this is the point where the Death Railway crosses the river — and you can see Colin Firth crossing it in “The Railway Man”), which is located in Kanchanaburi. I’m pretty grubby because I had been engaged in various unsanitary activities — such as feeding, washing and riding on elephants, and floating several miles down the swift-moving Kwai without a boat. I was riding back from all that in the back of a pickup truck with some Germans who were remarking on how dirty I had contrived to become (you know how ze Germans are), and had rapped on the back of the cab to get the driver to drop me off because we were near the bridge.
On the whole, a more interesting day than today. The most exotic thing I did today was eat lunch at Al-Amir.
So if I was going to pick up any communicable diseases in Thailand, that was probably where I would have gotten them.
But I didn’t. I’m fine.
And this afternoon at 5, I’ll be at the Red Cross facility on Bull Street to give platelets.
And the Red Cross asked me, as usual, to bring a friend.
So join me if you’re so inclined. Not to lay a guilt trip on you, but the need is great…