The kids were tired and hungry in that manic way that the combination strikes young children... Look sideways at them in the wrong way and they fall into a liquid puddle of hot tantrum soup. But they still need to eat. You could scrounge the bottom of your traveling pack and let them feast on cracker crumbs and melting M&M's (they do TO melt!) but that option won't feed the adults in the group.
So it was that we walked the long alley from our guesthouse in Bangkok to a small hotel restaurant where Owen became incensed, screeching, "I WANT SQUID. I SAID I WANT TO EAT SQUID! NOW, DADDY " as a plate of rice noodles and chicken was placed before him.
Okay, then. Squid for the youngster. We clinked our beer mugs and toasted the moment.
A quick squid dinner...a walk back down the dark alley... a bump into a baby elephant out for his promenade. 100 Baht lets 'em feed the elephant and go for a quick ride. And the day is done...
A round of Squid and Elephant for everyone.
Oh, by the way. 91 degrees in Bangkok. -12 degrees (w/ -31 windchill) in Minnesota. Over 100 degree swing. Weird.