BUNGSAMRAN

BUNGSAMRAN

There’s a lake in Thailand,

On the outskirts of Bangkok,

It had some huge fish in it

And my arms are still in shock.

We were met at our hotel

By Damian and the wonderfully named Boomsong,

They were our guides for the day,

Nothing could go wrong.

They set up all the tackle,

 They made up all the bait,

With the massive splashes in the water,

I couldn’t bloody wait.

We caught giant Mekong catfish,

The size of which I’m proud.

To celebrate, the beer flowed

And we got pretty loud.

The beer was called ‘Leo’

Nice and chilled and in easy reach.

To our guides amazement,

We drank eight litres each!

We laughed at the others

Who weren’t catching many fish,

Then along came the eatables,

Thai chilli pork and a spicy rice dish.

We fished in the blistering heat,

The humidity was boiling our head.

Our arms were aching so much,

And our faces turning red.

We got back to the hotel,

And went straight for a massage.

The Thai girl that looked after me was ok

But, my brother had one who was ugly, old and large.

Richard and I will return one day,

Bungsamran is just so good.

We gave Boomsong a big tip, and said we loved him

I don’t think he understood.

 (Archoi, Me, Boomsong and Damian)

Phil Hall  April  2013