Sure, I could cross the street and buy some fresh fruit to make a frosty delicious shake. But then I would have to peel it and chop it and walk to the market next door to buy ice and get the blender out of the cupboard and later rinse out the blender and my glass … in my non-air-conditioned kitchen. Sweat is collecting on my brow at the thought.
Instead, I like to head into town to House of Fruit Shake, a little stall run by a lovely Lao woman named Nui, who will do all the work for 85 cents.
Here’s Nui making our fruit shakes.
Even though it’s 99F/38C here in Vientiane today, I feel quite comfy sitting on a sofa with a fan blowing in my face while I read a book and sip my lemon-and-mint shake. Today, Tony tagged along and sucked down a banana shake (he went off Diet Coke cold turkey three days ago; it hasn’t been pretty).
Usually, I hang out here and read for awhile, occasionally pausing to chat with Nui or order another fruit shake. Tony’s not one to linger, so we cut it short today. Can you tell how much I wanted to read that book? It’s a real page-turner!
OK OK, I’ll take the bait… coz no matter what way I twist my head, turn the screen or try and zoom in… I CANNOT see the name of your book clearly….
Hey Shaz, what ya readen???
Kimbraaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Bones by Jan Burke. So scary!!!
at 97F I can’t believe that Tony is wearing jeans. He made me hot just looking at him in the picture. And, I am with you. Why spend all that time making the fruit shake when you can spend less then a dollar, have something wonderful, and not have to clean up a thing. You are thinking like I would!!!!
Love you, Trace