For me, no fuss. A quick ceremony at the local Wat. Half my ashes to be scattered in Sattahip Bay to join my mother, who passed away here in 2000. The remainder, sent back to the UK to be scattered where my first wife's ashes are scattered.
I got a rollicking from the missus last night because I asked for fish sauce to spark up my Sator nut stinky beans. "I worry about your kidneys!" I'm 91! A bit late to worry about kidneys? I want to die happy. Not miserable, worrying about my kidneys. Why are my feet swelling?
It was paradise in 1985. I thought I'd died and landed in heaven. I was taken out on a fishing boat with an all-Muslim crew. They were great. The skipper even let me helm the boat when coming back in in the early hours of the next morning. I went back there twenty years ago and I could have cried at what they have done to it. Much the same as many other places in Thailand. And in other countries I suspect. Killing the goose that lays the golden egg. So sad.