Thursday, January 3, 2013
Having survived the holidays more or less intact, Mr. Muscato and I are heading off for a lovely little break. After more than six years here in the Sandlands, we've never before tried any of the more exotic destinations that are comparatively short flights away, so we decided to start the year off with a jaunt to Thailand. I believe that we'll have connections to the great wide world at the excellent hostelries I've chosen, and I'll do my best to keep you up to date with our adventures.
I'm normally an in-depth preparer when it comes to new destinations, but the pace of the last few weeks has made that impossible; as a result I'm relying almost entirely on distant impressions of The King and I and a few tips from a pair of colleagues who used to live in Bangkok (surely the most bawdily named world capital in history). I'm sensible enough to eschew Mrs. Anna's crinolines, but part of me is inevitably going to be expecting to hear The March of the Siamese Children as we land.
Wish us luck - and do send along any thoughtful travel recommendations you may have, or at least ones that would be sensible for a pair of stout parties of indeterminate age.*
* Note to MJ and her gang: that means no donkey shows and nothing involving ping pong balls. A boy has to have some standards...