It all began about a week after we moved in, in early August, on the day of the Queen's birthday/Mother's Day. Our back neighbors had an eight-hour karaoke party. These neighbors pretty much own the street they live on, which is the street over from ours. Their compound of houses (it seems pretty common in our neighborhood to join together two or three huge houses so that generations of a family are able to live together) are the only ones on that street, so whenever they have a party, they take over the street and set up tables and a stage all over it. But at least this particular party was held during the day.
But last night, they had another gigantic party, this time well into the night. It was pretty crazy. The party began around mid-afternoon and went till 1 a.m. or so. There were vans and vans, and a big bus (yes, a bus), parked all over our area of the neighborhood. I'm guessing that was how their guests arrived. The music was so loud that we felt our walls vibrating. Even when we were in the front part of our house, it still felt like we had all the windows and doors open. There was no escape from it. Surprisingly, our neighbors were awake at the break of dawn this morning. I guess when you don't have to do anything all day, every day, you have the energy to party hard and feel no effects from it.
|The bus parked next to our house.|
Then, as if things weren't crazy enough, the people who live on the other side of a wall next to our house have decided to join in the fun. Since we got back from Vietnam in January, someone in that neighborhood has made it his or her mission to provide a party atmosphere almost every night by playing music loudly, well into the night. I'm telling you, people here have way too much time on their hands.
|The gigantic neon light from our neighbors across the street.|
[When you buy a newly built house in Thailand, you're actually buying only a shell of a house, literally; there is nothing inside -- no closets, no cabinets, stoves, toilets, showers...nothing. Once you buy the house, you have to put everything in yourself. So there are no closets like the ones in American houses; they are actually just wardrobes that have been installed.]
There are three bedrooms, all nicely furnished; two of them have their own balcony. The house is across the street from a lake, which we can see from the master bedroom. And another bonus -- there is a mango tree in the front yard! We will get to enjoy fresh mangos just by going outside and picking them (the house comes with a mango picker too!)! I remember eating mangos fresh off the trees as a little girl, and I'm looking forward to doing that again. But the best part about this house? It's in a very quiet neighborhood.