I love this.
I'm not sure I wouldn't be put off by the titling/introductions - to me, they seem to try a little hard - but the writing on the page is fresh, vivid and entertaining, with just a bit held back, as if deliberately, and the story is engaging and suspenseful.
Title: The Noodle Trail: Fair Trade, Dung Trade and Other Roadside Surprises in Thailand
Genre: Travel, Biography, Comedy, Chick Lit
Short Pitch: Comedienne and Fair Trade importer loses everything including her sanity, and travels through Thailand in search of solace, mangos, and food for thought.
Link to the book: http://www.authonomy.com/books/18664/the-noodle-trail-fair-trade-dung-trade-and-other-roadside-surprises-in-thailand/
Eileen Kardos, thread page 1076
It's Bangkok airport, and my cab driver is the chatty type.
“First time you come Thailand?”
“No. I've been before. I love Thailand.”
“Oh, thank you! How many time, you come Thailand?” I am jet-lagged and dizzy enough to need to count on my fingers. “Seven?” I'm guessing, might be six. Last few winters. I have lived in sweet, lovely Scotland for seven years, and every winter I go somewhere very hot. This wonderful luck is now at an end, and this trip is my last hurrah.
“You holiday, or business?”
“Both. Some holiday, some business.” Both things used to be true. This time I'm not sure.
“Have fun, make money. Good-good.” If only this were true.
“Where your husband?”
“Yes. Only me.”
No “good-good” this time. He has his doubts. I bloody do too. Two months ago my partner of many years announced it was over, out of the blue. Amidst the immediate devastation was a practical question. What do we do with the air tickets to Thailand we bought months before, like we've done for years? He's going anyway, itinerary unchanged. Someone writes to sympathise with how I will probably now stay home. This is out of the question. I've done business there for years. I have every right to go, even though I'm next to broke, my business sold next to nothing last year, and I have little to spend. Why go on a business trip when there's no business to do? Why go on holiday when clearly it is not a holiday season? I have no idea. Therefore I go. While I hesitate to do something I'll regret, it's worse to think I'll regret not even trying. So I decide to try. Or rather, to paraphrase Bart Simpson, “I can't promise I'll try, but I promise I'll try to try.”
I have some business appointments, which I keep, but I change the departure date, abandon the rest of the itinerary, and avoid wherever He goes in Thailand. (Emails later ensue, “Hello, I am on such-and-such island: please don't come.” “Fine, I’m in such-and-such village, so please stay away.”) All I know now, getting off this plane and into this cab, is that I have no income, no business prospects or obvious abilities, no close family, on-going poor health, a cold and damp house filled with frogs and slugs which I really must vacate, a suddenly collapsed heating system and nowhere warm to stay in that harsh Scottish winter, an Ex who left at exactly this point, and best of all, it is the start of the winter of 2008, in which the entire UK is waking up to the thought that this is not just a recession: this is a good, long, tough one.
I'm not usually rash, but on absorbing this latest idea, I go straight to my bank and empty my savings, all two thousand pounds, the lot. The clerk raises her eyebrows and I don't even care. I put it all into traveller's cheques, change the ticket to open-ended, and would have made it one-way if that had been cheaper. Would I rather be miserable in frozen Scotland, or miserable in the tropics? If it has to be a grieving season, at least in the tropics you can weep at night, and thousands of cicadas will join you. In daylight, tears wash away when you swim, when you sweat, when mango juice dribbles down your chin. You're always dripping wet in the tropics, what's a few tears thrown in?
I'm going to read more now
Posted: 15/05/2012 09:59:23