Bangkok: No Power Shortage Here

A typical Asian capital, Bangkok is a critical tourist hub for Thailand that must rake in billions annually.

There are over 10 million citizens in Bangkok and an unknown number of tourists and unaccounted for locals.

We stayed at Ratchaprarop within the fashion area just out of Bangkok central. The supply of belts, bags, shoes, wallets, t-shirts and almost every other item of clothing is overwhelming. If you can't buy off the hook, there are tailor shops that will tailor you a suit in one day. As my days of wearing suits are over, I didn't investigate how good a one day suit is.

What occurred to me most often was the large amount of energy that is being provided to probably billions of air conditioners, lights and equipment throughout this city and elsewhere. One small building I saw had 20 split level air conditioners hanging from one wall. Presumably they weren't all working simultaneously, but presumably they could.

Where does all this energy come from? Obviously not from wind turbines and solar. I haven't seen a solar panel anywhere. Nor a wind turbine.

While Western Countries follow energy policies destined to turn them into Third World countries based on a well documented global warming Deception (See Dr Tim Ball's several books), Third World countries are steaming ahead towards the First World.

Any saving of C02 we make will have absolutely no benefit to anyone except the UN, to whom PM hopeful Bill Shorten has promised yet another $500 million if elected, and manufacturers of inefficient wind turbines and solar panels - China.

A gas that is essential for all life on earth that represents 0.04% of all gasses in the atmosphere has been demonised and is now accused of endangering all of us who inhabit the planet. What will people say about us in 100 years' time as they visit the remnants of our broken down wind farms - when they stop laughing?

Australia the lucky country is now the stupid country!

Robin

Barossa Valley - Blessing of the Vines

Barons at the rotunda address the crowd

According to the Barons of Barossa,

"Every year on the third Sunday of February, the Barons come together in Tanunda and declare the vintage. The first picked grapes are blessed in the historic Tabor Church, paraded along the main street and crushed and the juice sampled at Keil Garden. The Winemaker and Vigneron of the Year are also announced."

Christina and I attended Keil Garden to watch the proceedings and taste the grape juice.

Example plaque

On this day, new Barons are appointed by their peers. Two were selected for 2019 and awarded a ribbon with medallion. These are people chosen because of their inordinate contribution to the wine industry. When a Baron dies, a plaque is placed on the footpath lining the Keil Garden.

Needless to say, you need to do much more than just imbibe on wine to make the grade.



Strangely, the National Anthem wasn't played by the band, but the presentations took place, the two recipients of the awards then used an old wine press to press two baskets of grapes into a barrel - see photo.

Some lovely wine maidens from the local Faith Lutheran College then decanted the grape juice and presented anyone wanting to taste it with a sample.

It was very sweet and I commented that it was good enough as it was without the alcohol.

Everyone present seemed to enjoy themselves and it was just another example of the numerous festivals and other events that happen here. It really is a lovely part of Australia.

Robin

We're Off Again - Our 2019 Cruises

We're off again!

This time it's a long stint away from Australia and will take us to a number of places to which we have never been and a couple of revisits.

Determined not to leave too much of an inheritance for the kids when we take that journey from which nobody returns, we're getting in our last few trips abroad while our bodies still work sufficiently well to lug baggage about, drive hire cars, climb stairs, drink pina coladas, and do all the other things tourists usually do - aging tourists that is.

The first cruise aboard Princess Cruises Sapphire Princess leaves from Singapore and after 37 days, docks at Southampton, UK. The map above shows it's trek.

Sapphire Princess

It will be of particular interest to visit Dubai, UAE and Salalah, Oman again to see how they have changed since we lived nearby at Al Ain. But, would you believe it, it's over a decade since we left Al Ain?

Time seems to go faster as you get older (and hair grows where you don't need it)  - it's not fair.

Before we head off from Singapore, we're going to Bangkok, Thailand for a week to have a look around. Christina has been there before, but not Robin. 

Initially, we were contemplating getting some dental work done at Bangkok, but having spoken to a couple of dentists in Australia, we're thinking we'll get the work done locally when we return. Robin has had several visits to a periodontist and has been asked to wait three months before getting anything done so the periodontist can see whether his intervention has worked and what future work needs doing. So, it's probably pointless getting work done overseas beforehand after already investing so much.

After arriving at Southampton, we have about a month before we take cruise number two from Southampton around the British Isles. The map below shows the trek.

We'll tour the southern parts of England we never got to during our previous two visits before joining the cruise. This time it's on Princess Cruises Crown Princess for 12 days.

On return to Southampton we fly to Bangkok and will probably spend a few more days there before flying to Siem Reap in Cambodia.

A friend from Alice Springs has just recently established the Mango Villa Guest House at Siem Reap so it would be an opportune time to stay with him and visit the Angkor Wat temple complex which we have been keen to see. Then it will be back to Bangkok and head home direct to Adelaide via Singapore Airlines.

It's a hard life retirement, but Robin is always mindful of this verse from his favourite poet, Omar Khayyam (The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam):

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,

Before we too into the Dust descend,

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie,

Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer; sans End!