Miss Andoo's house in Petchabun.

06.30 h. in the morning is way too early for most people to wake me up, a certain nasty remark will almost certainly be my response, but in the case of Miss Andoo on my cell all the way from that Asian kingdom where I have been spending most of my winters the last quater of a century and will soon be again, less than three weeks remainding and still counting down...

Yeah well, it seems obvious that in her case nasty remarks about the early hour are hardly the case, after all I will soon enough wake up with her female extremeties, arms and legs wrapped around me like the tentacles of some open ocean octopussy, the way I remember waking up every morning last winter far away from my beloved Mokum, in that stupid New Star guest house room that has been my home all these long but highly satisfying and relaxing months in good old Pattaya, more years as I seem to remember...

Her voice is soft and feminine wanting to remind if I will please, please, please not forget my appointment at city hall, arrange the paper for her, get her the invitation letter so she can get the visa, follow me to Amsterdam rather sooner tha later, wanting to tell me about the mail she sent me with the pics of her house in Petchabun where we will stay in mere weeks to come...