New Year in Bangkok

I spent the evening in the jazz bar - "Jazz Happens", in the company of the mother of the child genius pianist who so impressed me two weeks ago. He is so small that he has to sit on the edge of the piano stool, so that he can stretch his right leg out to the pedal. The bar was full of Thai students. My friend leaned over to me and said "I feel so old here". Not as old as me, I could have added, but I didn't. She bought me a beer and when I came to leave I found that she had paid for the drink I had before that.

I still haven't met up with Pier Luigi Tazzi, who has been partying so much that he says he's not in a fit state to see anyone, but tomorrow we will meet in a part of town that I have yet to see.

And then the slow train south. . .