Mega Papaya

A year ago I wrote about the mysterious pineapples that appear on our doorstep from time to time, a gift we eventually traced to a neighbor who lives across the courtyard from us.  Yesterday, when returning home, we found a large object wrapped in newspaper sitting on our doorstep, too large to be a pineapple.


What was it?  The largest papaya I’ve ever seen.  Hopefully, we’re going to have a hoard of fruit eaters descending on us soon because I don’t know how we’ll ever finish so much papaya just by ourselves.

Oddly, left with the payapa was the handle of a shovel.  Just the metal handle, not the woden shaft or the blade of the shovel.  Strange, huh?


Warning – If You Are My Niece, Don’t Read This

In eleven hours, at 5:40 Monday morning, I depart Bangkok for a six-day business trip to Houston.  This is my first business trip in five years, but I am no stranger to them.  For the four years prior to moving to Bangkok, I traveled more than 100,000 miles a year on business.  When I moved here, though, my employer laid out the condition that while they would be flexible with allowing me to work (very, very) remotely, they would not be paying for me to fly back to the US for meetings.

Since then, my manager and team members have regularly scheduled meetings around my visits back to the US, resulting in trips that frequently mix business and leisure.  This time, though, the company is paying for the trip.  A year and a half ago we were acquired by another large company.  While the integration has gone smoothly, we have a new Vice President for our division, several new regional personnel, and have not met as an entire team in two years.  When I first heard there would be a meeting, I checked prices and made the pitch.  Thankfully, I have known the new VP for most of my ten years with the company and he ran the price to the top of the flag pole to get approval.

Now, the downside is that I’m not being flown business class.  Asking them to spend five times the airfare of any other employee is enough.  But I’m glad to have this opportunity to reconnect with colleagues, meet new ones, and be present at what promises to be an important meeting as we move into a new chapter of our company’s history.

Plus, it will give me a chance to play Santa Claus.  You see, the meeting is only Tuesday through Friday, but tickets without a Saturday night stay-over were $500 more expensive than if I stayed until Sunday.  To save the company money, I routed my travel from Houston to Kansas City on Friday evening, so will get two nights and a day with my family.


You see, last year we gave my youngest niece, Ava, a small plush hedgehog, something a friend of ours gave us.  She loved it and noticed that on the tag, there was a picture of two hedgehogs, one smaller than the other.  Interestingly, she assumed that she had received the large hedgehog and promptly announced that she wanted the baby hedgehog, too.

Little does she realize that she actually has the baby hedgehog.  Pictured above is the bigger hedgehog, also a gift from the same friend.

The question was, how to pack it?  Thankfully, US carriers (yes, I’m stuck on Delta – bleh!) allow international passengers two checked bags, so I’m bringing a second bag for most of my clothes and using this larger primarily for the hedgehog.  The end result:


Oh, and Ava and her sister Emily don’t know that I’m coming for a visit.  Hopefully everyone there has kept it a secret and they’ll be very surprised on Saturday morning when they wake up.

So for the next few days I may be out of orbit on Xanga.  My apologies in advance.  I actually have some more food porn from Phuket to share with you.