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Bungalow Doun

Bungalow Doun
Sitting on a Thailand beach
Three days now I am ready to leave
Chatting with Thai youth same age as I
One invites me to stay with him and his wife
Cross to the island his Home
Welcome welcome to

Next day he says must buy
A 3hour trip on his small
pointed boat
Too rough too rough kills the engine What to do?
Your Boat your Sea as Skipper this Decision is up to you
He thinks then sparks the engine
Our destination a faint outline on the Horizon

Mangrove thick mangrove forest
Creek narrow narrowing
Until a jetty We come to rest
No charcoal sold all charcoal sold
I think this reply is already known

For we mount one Scooter
Head off in search of a Rooster
cockfight fightingcocks he buys one for me to hold
onto as we return Scooter
begin our journey Home

Hot afternoon Thailand sun
motor drones drift into sleep
Doun fashions a shaded patch for the Rooster between seats
He asks if I would like to steer his boat shifts his body over
Thank you Doun yesplease
I grip the rudder Just keep the sun over your Shoulder

His wife is not impressed
No charcoal but Baht outlaid on a fighting cock no less
She cooks dinner over coals
Squid fried with pineapple
I finish my whole bowl!

Newly weds both nineteen
A house that Parents purposed just for them
In this village I could see that they were Happy
His uncle in a simple hut beside a sandune by the sea

Thank you for my stay with you experiences I shall cherish
The making of the coconut oil
The preparation of Fish Drawing water with a pail
and rope with which to bathe
What is that? A frog I hear
Croaking for a mate

I leave today had a lovely stay
I bid you well
{I gave to them more money than I would have paid at a Hotel}
Catch a bus to Bangkok then a jet to Kathmandu
I will never forget Thailand

About this poem

Thailand homestay Thankyou Doun and wife

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Written on January 15, 2022

Submitted by pearcemelville on April 25, 2022

1:52 min read

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