Тает,тает,тает Таиланд-2 (всего будет 12 частей) Melting, melting, melting Thailand-2 (there will be 12 parts in total)

Highway, highway, highway. The road in the sky above the heads of passers-by is different from us. Honestly, Askar thought that they would fly out of this concrete almost tray, which rushed with a powerful stroke of a gray arc next to the tenth floors of skyscrapers in the blue and hot sky of Bangong, and never reached the safari park. Not only did the narrow-eyed driver squeeze out of the brand new Toyota - at least 150, going into turns, pressing the pedal with relish and pleasure, but he also twitched it either to the left or to the right, either bypassing the neighbors or scaring it. Several times Askar hinted to him that we were in no hurry and dont wory, go slowly, damn Bankong. But the apparently unfulfilled childhood dream of becoming Schumacher still lived and trembled in the brave heart of little Charon, and sooner or later he was destined to deliver some cheerful tourist to the other side of the Stigs, most importantly, if only not this time.

Even at the moment when they caught this yellow bug-like car, he noticed an unhealthy gleam in the driver's eyes. On his wrinkled brown neck hung a tourniquet twisted from a handkerchief, and by this he looked like a junior samurai "who hung a belt of humility around the neck of pride. " Banzai! - it seemed now the carrier would yell and, jumping out of the car, would rush with his hands to push the motorcyclists away in a flock that had accumulated at the intersection.

How many of these brethren Askar met during his travels and knew some of their homemade preparations, not all of course, but some. Now he will ask: “Where are you from? ". What are you from? muttered the taxi driver. Then he will strike up a sassy conversation and begin to offer excursions from a greasy photo album. But not this time! We will tell you of what country we dovezesh when you have to place. We will tell you, O six-armed Miyaki Javlampur, from which country we have come, not before you bring us to the place.

Here is yu from, phot yu from, the leader muttered displeasedly and, as if remembering something, suddenly turned to them and broke into a wide grin, showing his gapped mouth -Japa-a-anes, he sang hoarsely! And then Askar had a suspicion that after all the Uzbeks do not come here often.

We turned off the road to the side of the road, and around the corner - Safari Park is not a close place, but it awakens special sensations. A vile samurai, a junior rank, almost scammed them into taking him around the park in his taxi, it’s good that they didn’t agree. Askar imagined what would happen if they drove slowly through a rookery of tigers or lions, or even rested the Toyota's hood against the pimply forehead of an angry rhinoceros.

Stuffy dry air of the scorched savannah, vultures pirouettes high in the blue sky above the torn carcass of a wild goat. Flocks of African birds fly across the road.

The yellow earth and gnarled branches along the shore of the lake complemented the picture, and all the time Askar caught himself feeling that now a squat figure with a gray beard would slowly come out from behind the nearest hill and Father Ham would aim, screwing up his sly left eye, at a lion or a rhinoceros. Sad giraffes, shaking their high necks, trotted away in a flock, reminiscent of a brood of African girls of the Tuareg tribe, who have been wearing bracelets around their necks since childhood, stretching it to an impossible length, so that in case of betrayal to their husband, break these necklaces and put an end to relations with the African Ottel .

Askar sat on the blue plush seat of a small bus bobbing on the bumps of a savanna country road and watched Shoira (his wife) chirp and run from one window to another with a camera.

He shot the best shot when she held her palm against the background of a tiger's muzzle outside the window and there was a complete illusion that she was feeding the tiger from her palm.

Almost - what's in the sky

The heat streamed along the walls of the skyscraper and died out at the very asphalt, going into the ground like a discharge of electricity. Thailand melted outside the window, the candles of street lamps went out and the higher people rose in this black sky standing like a velvet curtain behind the glass walls of the hotel, the more Bangong below resembled an airport runway. Paths of lights and a sea of ​ ​ tiny embers scattered with a broad gesture of the genie of the night at the foot of the highest hotel in Thailand, where they were brought on an excursion.

They went up in two elevators, on one up to the 40th floor and on the other further up to the 80th. Here and there, on the 80th floor, a young Thai hotel attendant unexpectedly invited in Russian and showed with his hands wide. Finally, the elevator.

Inside, only foreigners - Ukrainians, Russians, Moldovans, Kazakhs, Uzbeks - that's where we meet now. Former friendship of the former fraternal peoples. Tense sniffling, protruding lower lip, everyone is thinking tensely what to be proud of now. Shorts and T-shirts seem to be the same for everyone, the clock is not visible in the semi-darkness. Quiet whisper of a woman: Gregory (soft “g” with aspiration), don’t forget the name - livestock. Mabud I will not forget - live lice! The elevator rumbled. The tension released.

Once they met, made friends, served, fought together, saved, built. It was enough for the happiness of a guitar by the fire, herring and port wine. Now hotels, smorgasbords, snorkelling, common people have become difficult in every sense. Gradually it became an axiom that a good person is a rich person. The redneck concept of "rich" began to be hidden behind the slippery one - "successful".

I don’t know whether Pushkin, who wrote to a friend, was successful: “Do you believe that one day at home there is nothing to buy tea with? ” Or Mozart buried in a mass grave, or Socrates with his worn sandals. It’s indecent not to be rich, you want to be loved, it’s disgusting when you realize that you loved for money. The crafty rulers who rule over peoples consider themselves to be far-sighted and wise. In fact, they live without realizing the prospects. Any human life is life in the perspective of death. Will you have time ...What exactly will you have time for.

Finally, the famous restaurant on the 80th floor. My fate is on the fifth floor. Today, fate is in the eightieth, how quickly the numbers are growing, only happiness does not keep up with them.

There are endless tables in a ring. Buffet for giants. The human stomach can't handle it. What does it mean to just try. Of course, just try, about what to eat all this and the question does not arise. At least sniff.

Let the belly burst - this is a joke, but in life you understand that, thank God, there is much more than the belly. All this splendor is included in the ticket price, only wine is ordered and paid separately. Dozens of only meat varieties (not dishes). Lamb, beef, Australian steak, Arabic meat, pork, saddle of lamb, as well as spurs to it. Everything hisses, screeches, smells sweet. Meat balls in caramel, with dozens of sauces, confectionery delights, cakes, pastries. Supergalactic Sia-foot, not to count and not to remember. Garagantua would be surprised. The air conditioner works with ferocious power. More than an hour the guests can not stand. No one warned that you need to take warm clothes. All in T-shirts. And even then, let some give free rein to sit here from morning to evening, occasionally running out. Well, a man has found his simple happiness - no need to upset him.

Here you understand that there are two mysteries of the universe - the starry sky under the window (below our floor) and the appetite inside us.