A mere trifle would have been Pancho’s description for the day at work. A few lessons here and there conducted to the most outrageous joy of the other teachers, followed by a session of making Thai sweets.
On this occasion Pancho met one of his favourite characters at the school. She was an elderly teacher who never failed to inform Pancho that all the food was free for him. He had to agree that she had a point, however she made it in such a way as to say that Pancho should eat more than was humanly possible.
Sadly Pancho never managed to grasp this teacher’s name at the start. Not having any opportunity to pick it up in everyday conversation thereafter he ceased to wonder. In his books she went by the name of Funny. Funny’s outrageous boisterousness every time she met him was very much to Pancho’s liking. Who could not enjoy the company of somebody so healthily endowed with a dry sense of humour. She made every trifle seem comic. Even death itself would seem like a joke of the funny kind with her.
Later on the evening back at the country villa looked to be a mighty bout of fun as well. When he returned the living area had been decorated with a splendid sound system, including karaoke set up and multiple tables that were to be laden with food and drink. Pancho gleefully showered and got changed in preparation (The Thai weather made such behaviour an utter necessity). Despite his wishes to have a short or not so short nap he nimbly dragged his clean shaven self downstairs.
Entering the fray Pancho was quickly invited to a glass of whiskey with soda water. His glass was to be refilled for what felt like one hundred times over the course of the night. And this led from amiable chatting at the table to engrossingly taking part in karaoke and finally turning the living area into a dance floor.
Two foreign guests had been invited to his welcome party as well. These were two young ladies from the major town nearby. Pancho was happy to be able to use any kind of language fluently once again. However cordialities only went as far as chitchat went as the two were only mildly interesting in comparison the outrageously delicious cocktails served by the usual crowd or family friends and employees.
During the dance off however, Pancho had the strange sensation of fully sharing the other two foreigners’ mild display of involuntary dancing. As the whole assembled party was virtually shaking the house, not one soul, especially not the guests of honour were allowed to miss out on the fun of shaking a leg to mainly songs that one didn’t know or that were at times not suitable for dancing. The evening ended late and when Pancho finally retired to his abode he could tell that the next day would be far too long than was good for him.
On this occasion Pancho met one of his favourite characters at the school. She was an elderly teacher who never failed to inform Pancho that all the food was free for him. He had to agree that she had a point, however she made it in such a way as to say that Pancho should eat more than was humanly possible.
Sadly Pancho never managed to grasp this teacher’s name at the start. Not having any opportunity to pick it up in everyday conversation thereafter he ceased to wonder. In his books she went by the name of Funny. Funny’s outrageous boisterousness every time she met him was very much to Pancho’s liking. Who could not enjoy the company of somebody so healthily endowed with a dry sense of humour. She made every trifle seem comic. Even death itself would seem like a joke of the funny kind with her.
Later on the evening back at the country villa looked to be a mighty bout of fun as well. When he returned the living area had been decorated with a splendid sound system, including karaoke set up and multiple tables that were to be laden with food and drink. Pancho gleefully showered and got changed in preparation (The Thai weather made such behaviour an utter necessity). Despite his wishes to have a short or not so short nap he nimbly dragged his clean shaven self downstairs.
Entering the fray Pancho was quickly invited to a glass of whiskey with soda water. His glass was to be refilled for what felt like one hundred times over the course of the night. And this led from amiable chatting at the table to engrossingly taking part in karaoke and finally turning the living area into a dance floor.
Two foreign guests had been invited to his welcome party as well. These were two young ladies from the major town nearby. Pancho was happy to be able to use any kind of language fluently once again. However cordialities only went as far as chitchat went as the two were only mildly interesting in comparison the outrageously delicious cocktails served by the usual crowd or family friends and employees.
During the dance off however, Pancho had the strange sensation of fully sharing the other two foreigners’ mild display of involuntary dancing. As the whole assembled party was virtually shaking the house, not one soul, especially not the guests of honour were allowed to miss out on the fun of shaking a leg to mainly songs that one didn’t know or that were at times not suitable for dancing. The evening ended late and when Pancho finally retired to his abode he could tell that the next day would be far too long than was good for him.
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