This weekend I've decided to stay home and relax. Catch up on laundry/postcards/blogs about my last couple of weekends. I woke up early, threw in some whites and relaxed in front of a book with a cup of tea.Imagine my dismay when the entire field next to our house went up in flames.
Nope, this was no wildfire. This was lawn care.
Here in Thailand, the common solution to leaves and long grass is just to set that shit on fire. Seriously.
Last week, Nate and I had to drive through a cloud of smoke over the highway that was so thick, we had to cover our faces and speed through to the other side totally blind. We turned around to see that an entire field was in flames, with a small crew standing by to "handle" it.Apparently, the janitors didn't know that we were home, so they didn't give us any warning as to what was happening. At first, it was hilarious. Then I started coughing and was much less amused.
They burned the entire field around our back porch, extending the length of the school campus. This shit would never fly in the States. We can't even have bonfires!
Lesson Saam - if you're lawn looks unkempt, just burn it down and start over. Problem solved.
3 comments:
That's crazy! When you have bonfires here you must have a permit OR suffer the embarrassment of making several trips with heavy buckets of water to put it out. Glad you didn't have to endure that, Lis. :)
They were JUDGING me.
omg, that was such a crazy night. it was the only time in history i can remember thinking "wow, i'm really really glad i'm sober so i can savor this moment."
oh, martell. how i miss thee.
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