Teerak, My Mom Is Sick And I Need Money (4)

Delivery by pick-up truck: July 4Life could be worse!Chanting resumes but this time it is
7.30am and I am waiting outside my building with myvery brief, no more than five minutes. The monks
car and driver. No Neung and no Khun Ying, her sister.collect their goodies, climb into the pickup truck and off
Oh well, it's Thailand so I guess I just have to wait. I getthey go. Formalities are over with. Neung's mother is
an sms and it seems the taxi they called could not findnow at peace.Lunch begins for all the guests. We split
their place so they are going to be very late. Mai peninto two groups. I sit with Neung, Khun Ying and seven
rai.8.15am Neung and Ying arrive carrying 6 large bagsother ladies. Most are in their 50s and 60s and I am an
of cat food. Hmmm, this is looking interesting. Not quiteobject of fascination. They see me struggling with the
sure how this one gets explained. We set out forsitting postures and so, to a lot of laughing, a stool
Rangsit. Neung explains about the cat food. Herappears and I am told to sit. My cheeks are red but
mother had four cats. The neighbor has been feedingthe pain is gone so it's a good tradeoff. Then the real
them but ran out of food 4 days ago, so the catschallenge begins. Am I going to eat the food? Luckily I
have not eaten. Ok, that explains the cat food welllike Thai food at least as much as kon Thai so the
enough!9.15am we arrive at the house in Rangsit andfood is no problem for me. They even begin to realise
go see the neighbors. Cats arrive, fast! We give themthat I speak quite decent Thai.Everything is going well
some food and then they are joined by the neighbor'suntil we come to the durian mixed with sticky rice and
dog, who seems to eat cat food as willingly as shecoconut milk. Durian is actually ok to eat but this one is
eats dog food. Well, it's Thailand!We are going to donot ripe enough. Sticky rice is not something I enjoy.
tambuun at the house. Neung explains that sometimesThe mixture all together? Well I manage not to throw
people do it at the temple but it is considered "luckier"up but only just and, of course, the whole group finds
to do it at the person's house. Something to do withthis very entertaining, myself just about included. These
releasing the spirit. I don't pretend to understand but noare all good people. They are having fun. They are
problem. I ask when the monks will arrive. Around 11ambeing very welcoming to me. It has been a good day
I am told which, obviously, means 11.30am. everyone isso far.The food is cleared away and we all start to
always late here. All the monk's gifts have beenclear up. Neung pays for the food which means,
prepared. Money in envelopes, flowers and the usualnecessarily that I pay for the food. There's a lot of
bucket of goodies - washing powder, toothpaste andcelebrating and five minutes later what seems like a
so on.10.30am and the monks arrive. What's going onmillion bottles of beer arrive. Seems I gave a good tip
here? No one in Thailand is ever early. We'll get backtoo! So now everyone really loves us.It's time to go,
to this shortly, but it turns out to be about food. Thetime to perform many wais, to say goodbye and to
monks arrived, all nine of them, in the back of a pickupdrive home. Neung is leaving for Amsterdam tonight to
truck. Dressed in their orange robes it is a somewhatspend 10 days with her gay Thai friend and his Dutch
surreal scene. The strangest pickup delivery I haveboyfriend. She tries to insist that she won't be spending
ever seen! We now have nine monks seated on thethe entire 10 days finding a new boyfriend but doesn't
floor of the house, with about 25 guests seated allsound too credible. Mai pen rai, this is not my problem
over the place. The rituals begin with an offering ofanymore. If she is happy then I am happy too. She
water to the monks. The candles are lit, the string ismay be my ex but she is still my friend and she has
unwound, we all settle down and the chanting begins.Ihad a tough few months.The first Thai funeral I
can't be sure but it seemed to me that the chantingattended was for Neung's mother and it is for her also
was much the same as at the funeral ceremonies. It'sthat I have made my first tambuun. It has been another
quite interesting to watch and listen. It is melodic withoutfascinating experience. The Thai people manage death
being musical and mildly hypnotic. Hypnosis would havewith a lot of grace, humor, tact and respect. That's an
been useful because I was in agony from sitting withodd mix of words perhaps but it's an appropriate mix. I
crossed legs. My knees are shot from too muchlike the way they do this and I like to think that Neung's
running at the gym and I find these very basic sittingmother would have been pleased with what she saw
postures almost impossible to manage. So, for me, thetoday. I don't pretend to understand Buddhism or Thai
chanting is an exercise in pain and the constantculture, but what I do see I like very much.As for
thought running through my mind of "how muchNeung it has been a difficult time. Her mother was her
longer"?A couple of dogs wander in and out as we sitonly family. Her father did not turn up today and has
and a little 2 year old girls comes to join us, holding herapparently been asking her for money. Her stepfather,
hands up in the praying position. It's a very cute scene.aged 75, has been trying to transfer his affections for
She gets bored quickly, as 2 year olds do, and decidesher mother to Neung herself.She has been unhappy
to examine and take apart the padlock to the gardenand she has cried alone a lot. I have not been able to
gate. Then she decides to try everyone else's shoes,spend much time with her. Today she seems happier
flip flops, high heels, they are all of equal interest. I findthan I have seen her in a long time. In part it's because
my eyes wandering much more to her than theshe is going to Amsterdam but I think it is more than
business at hand.The chanting ceases and now I learnthat. She has finally learned to say goodbye to her
why the monks arrived early. We are their lunch. I ammother.Thailand is sometimes truly a crazy place.
told that the monks eat twice a day, breakfast andCrazy but wonderful and so very much alive, even in
lunch and that they may not eat after midday. Theydeath. I am privileged to be here.The end. Original article
turned up early to be sure that they could get lunch.available at from England, Adam Bryan-Brown has
Well that makes perfect sense to me. After all, thislived in Bangkok for one year having spent many
country more than most, marches on its stomach.years working in businesses in the United Sates and
Lunch is a feast. A mass of different foods. They eat,Switzerland. After graduating from Oxford University,
we wait. Everyone seems happy and there is a lot ofAdam spent 20 years working in public relations.At the
laughing from everyone.I am, of course, the only farangbeginning of 2005 Adam set up his first independent
and the object of some attention. Many are askingcompany, 2nd AB Associates, a virtual public relations
Neung if I am her boyfriend. She says no, just a friendagency. artThailand was created in January 2006 and
and that I am gay. Hmmm, ok. Now where did thatis his second independent venture. The company is
come from? Neung explains. If I say u are my friendcommitted to promoting Thai contemporary art across
(puan) they will wonder why u are here so I called uthe world.He is also a published writer and is currently
my gay friend. Hmm, ok. Why not say I am ur exworking on a book about his life in Thailand. His main
boyfriend. No way she says. If I say that I lose face.interests are contemporary art and writing.
So the price of not losing face is that I am now gay.