Bowling For Baht

Every once in a while, all the way out here on the other side of the world, there are times when I forget I'm in thailand. It's not often, just here and there when I'm doing something Western that I dont associate with Thailand. A couple hours of bowling in Rayong was just one of those times, and I didn't remember I was outside the US until I returned my hot rental shoes and they shoe lady didn't speak English. Along with my shoes, cold beer and big florescent balls made it a classic night out on the town.


My amazing Thai bowling shoes. Almost had to steal them, but thought better of it in a country ruled by Karma.

Our Balls.

Ready for a strike.


Sweaty Dave taking time between beers to huck his ball down the lane.


Este using body language to help her game.


Me doing the same.


Sheila (Texas), Genvieve (Montreal) and Faith (Colorado)