Tuesday 5 April 2011
Day 44 (Sun, March 27) - BKK: Place Holder
Blog Posting for this date yet to be added; thanks for your patience
Monday 4 April 2011
Day 43 (Sat, March 26) - BKK: Palm Reading & Sukhumvit
In the morning, Naew took me for a consultation with her Palm Reader of ten years, Kun Moo. Kun Moo is from Burma, and worked as Naew's boss's assistant for a time; she used to live around the corner from Naew, but recently moved to a gated community about half an hour away. She runs her own consultancy (palmistry business?) full-time now, and her sister acts as her receptionist and takes care of the finances. I arrived as one client was leaving, and the waiting room was full when I left.
Kun Moo invited me to sit down across the desk from her in her small office, with my palms face up on a pillow. She enquired whether I was 'convenient' (ie comfortable), and then asked for my date of birth. Then she talked at me for 40 minutes straight.
And astounded the heck out of me.
She asserted things about my inclinations, my character, my employment history, my relationship history, my finances, and my familial relationships, all of which were uncannily spot-on. She didn't ask me questions or fish for information. She also made predictions about my future which I have 'on tape' (she made an audio recording for me); she encouraged me to think of her reading when they came to pass.
I had an astrology reading done in 2008 which was (similarly?) based on my date (and time) of birth -- but the astrologist had several days in which to prepare her comments, unlike this palm reader who I told my birthday as I sat down. The astrology reading did have similarities to this palm reading -- but I found Kun Moo more forthright in her descriptions, and there were no references to planets ruling this or that house in my chart to complicate the message.
Either this Palm Reader has astounding powers of perception, or much of 'who we are' is in fact determined by the date on which we are born, or she got incredibly lucky. Not having heard the reading, you may add: or I am reading what I want into very vague things she actually said. Perhaps I'll transcribe some exerpts, and let you judge for yourselves ;)
We ran into Awi and the kids on our way to lunch, and we all had Vietnamese together at a little local restaurant.
After lunch I got a ride with Awi to Sukhumvit, where I went to the Citibank and took a wander. I almost bought a bikini at Robinsons for my upcoming beach/diving trip, had a comforting stroll up and down the aisles at Tops supermarket (Waitrose - an upscale grocery store with outlets only in the UK -exports its line of own-brand products to Thailand; who knew??), and noticed farang men discussing prices and times with slim Thai girls, sandwiched between street stalls selling t-shirts and sneakers. Off-duty women in matching outfits relaxed at tables outside massage parlours down the soi's (alleys) off the main drag, while prospective customers lounged at the bars on either side.
To get home, I caught the BTS/Skytrain (45B) to Victory Monument -- the pre-eminent round-a-bout in Bangkok, reminiscent of the traffic circle around the Arc de Triomphe, or Picadilly Circus maybe, but bigger and more chaotic. There's a walkway 3/4 of the way around it, from the BTS station to the bus stop. There I hopped on a Bus 522 (14B), which turns onto the Express Road immediately and turns off again in Nonthaburi; the first stop - after about 30mins, traffic permitting - is outside Pantip Plaza. The final 1km stretch of road up Ngamwongwarn 25 (ie the 25th road intersecting Ngamwongwarn) to Soi 14 (the lane with Naew's house), I covered on the back of a scooter (10B), driven by a young man in a flourescent yellow vest.
Had a family dinner all together at home in the kitchen, and spent the evening transcribing my reading.
Kun Moo invited me to sit down across the desk from her in her small office, with my palms face up on a pillow. She enquired whether I was 'convenient' (ie comfortable), and then asked for my date of birth. Then she talked at me for 40 minutes straight.
And astounded the heck out of me.
She asserted things about my inclinations, my character, my employment history, my relationship history, my finances, and my familial relationships, all of which were uncannily spot-on. She didn't ask me questions or fish for information. She also made predictions about my future which I have 'on tape' (she made an audio recording for me); she encouraged me to think of her reading when they came to pass.
I had an astrology reading done in 2008 which was (similarly?) based on my date (and time) of birth -- but the astrologist had several days in which to prepare her comments, unlike this palm reader who I told my birthday as I sat down. The astrology reading did have similarities to this palm reading -- but I found Kun Moo more forthright in her descriptions, and there were no references to planets ruling this or that house in my chart to complicate the message.
Either this Palm Reader has astounding powers of perception, or much of 'who we are' is in fact determined by the date on which we are born, or she got incredibly lucky. Not having heard the reading, you may add: or I am reading what I want into very vague things she actually said. Perhaps I'll transcribe some exerpts, and let you judge for yourselves ;)
We ran into Awi and the kids on our way to lunch, and we all had Vietnamese together at a little local restaurant.
After lunch I got a ride with Awi to Sukhumvit, where I went to the Citibank and took a wander. I almost bought a bikini at Robinsons for my upcoming beach/diving trip, had a comforting stroll up and down the aisles at Tops supermarket (Waitrose - an upscale grocery store with outlets only in the UK -exports its line of own-brand products to Thailand; who knew??), and noticed farang men discussing prices and times with slim Thai girls, sandwiched between street stalls selling t-shirts and sneakers. Off-duty women in matching outfits relaxed at tables outside massage parlours down the soi's (alleys) off the main drag, while prospective customers lounged at the bars on either side.
To get home, I caught the BTS/Skytrain (45B) to Victory Monument -- the pre-eminent round-a-bout in Bangkok, reminiscent of the traffic circle around the Arc de Triomphe, or Picadilly Circus maybe, but bigger and more chaotic. There's a walkway 3/4 of the way around it, from the BTS station to the bus stop. There I hopped on a Bus 522 (14B), which turns onto the Express Road immediately and turns off again in Nonthaburi; the first stop - after about 30mins, traffic permitting - is outside Pantip Plaza. The final 1km stretch of road up Ngamwongwarn 25 (ie the 25th road intersecting Ngamwongwarn) to Soi 14 (the lane with Naew's house), I covered on the back of a scooter (10B), driven by a young man in a flourescent yellow vest.
Had a family dinner all together at home in the kitchen, and spent the evening transcribing my reading.
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