I was walking around at work and deliberating the day’s activities that were ahead of me, when my mobile phone rang. It was my wife calling who had dropped me off, not more than thirty minutes before. She was frantic and crying. “I’m in the car. Something bit me – I’m Pain – I’m pain!”
The best I could do was to tell her I was coming and would meet her at the hospital. I dropped everything and ran for the door. As quick as I could make my way down to the first floor, I notified someone in the office that I had an emergency, and I was leaving. I ran to the front of the building and flagged down a motorcycle taxi. They are easy to spot by the blue vests they wear, with the large numbers printed on the front and the back. Of course I can’t speak enough Thai to tell him where I wanted to go and he could not understand my English. But in my haste, he understood my emergency and I just pointed. Away we went, with me pointing the turns out, until we got to the hospital.
I dashed to the front desk and wrote my wife’s name on a piece of paper with a question mark below it……
This is Thailand
Publication date: 16/01/2013