We were leaving the chaos of Bangkok for the chaos of the Thai countryside. Inside our ubiquitous white tourist van were a driver, my in-laws, my husband, and our four-month-old twins.
It was our kids’ longest journey; from our apartment in Bangkok it was a four hour drive south to a semi-private beach near Prachuap Khiri Khan on the Gulf of Thailand. Besides big trucks barreling past us, pedestrians on the side of the highway, and the occasional gathering of police officers, the drive was uneventful. I even managed to stare outside the window for a few kilometers.
Then we turned off the main highway and headed west on a bumpy road. Vivian and William awoke and started to scream. It was their feeding time, but I told the driver, whose eyes loomed large in the rearview mirror, to keep going. In thirty short minutes, we’d be at the quiet beachside resort.
It was an eternity.
I became Animated Mommy, performing puppet shows, exaggerating facial expressions, engaging in an Oscar-winning performance of Peek-a-Boo. Finally, I resorted to singing. This is one of those areas I’m less-than-skilled at. I sang through Itsy-Bitsy-Spider, Mary Had a Little Lamb, and four verses of Amazing Grace (all to the tune of Gilligan’s Island).
My husband and in-laws joined in when I started Five Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed. We were at “three little monkeys” when our van pulled out to pass a motorcycle. I looked out the window, looked again to refocus, and stopped singing. I believe it went something like “one fell off and – what the hell?” A monkey, a real live monkey, was riding on the back on the motorcycle, his little paws on the waist of the driver. I kid you not. For a moment, we were suspended in silence. The singing had stopped. And then my two little monkeys started screaming.
Another episode of truth is stranger than fiction.
Any weird sights you’ve encountered traveling? or in your own hood?
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