Sunday

Although the days of the week no longer have much significance to me, Sunday is still an excuse to do even less -- a much needed break after yesterdays events. Yesterday, after spending too many hours at the infamous weekend market, which is 800 stalls, none of which seem to sell anything of use, I went out with a former boss to a Thai nightclub. The night was spent following a colleauge as he chased Thai girls while drinking red label and soda until we departed for a gentleman's club where we met our friend, a local architect and his boss. The boss assured us that everything was paid for, not strictly referring to the drinks but also the attention by the females. No, there was no foul play. Today I will be swimming on a rooftop pool and reading Rudyard Kipling's Kim with the possibility of a tall beer.