On the way to Hua Hin and she who must be obeyed engineers a crafty diversion so we can visit the statue of a dead monk.
Apparently he performed miracles. Turned salt water into fresh water, or vice versa, or walked on water; or something to do with water. I wasn’t really listening but I replied with “no, he didn’t” to each of the purported miracles, which did not go down particularly well.
Having noticed the sign that offerings of pets were not allowed, I was relieved we had not brought the cats. She who must be obeyed buggered off to make assorted offerings to the great man and I took a couple of photos of him.
We then went to a large wooden elephant and I was informed that I had to walk beneath the elephant, grasp its penis, and make a wish.
I love my wife and am happy to indulge her little idiosyncrasies, but I draw the line at praying to a penis.
No, I am not doing that.
But, you have to.
No I don’t, and if I did I would only wish for a penis as robust as that one; and that’s not going to happen.
Oh. Well, just walk underneath it then and make a wish.
So I did, and wished a large wooden penis hadn’t banged me on the shoulder on the way through; but that wish didn’t come true either.
She who must be obeyed then grasped the wooden member and made a wish. I can imagine what it was but she is going to be disappointed.
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2011-09-08| biggrtiggr saysI imagine that having started to grasp an elephant’s penis, one would be wise to continue to a happy (for the elephant) conclusion. A frustrated tusker is to be avoided!
2011-09-08| Pete saysThis would be a “purportedly magic elephant” then ??
2011-09-09| Will saysDamn! I missed the penis as well as the sign on my visit. All I saw was the big monk. You’re much more observant!
2011-09-09| Spike saysYour voice of experience is always welcomed on this blog.
2011-09-09| Spike saysMost certainly. Close to the purportedly magic monk and purportedly magic spirit tree.
2011-09-09| Spike saysExpertise in penis spotting is not something I am proud of.