Later on, on my way to KLM to pick up Margareth for lunch, I saw to my dismay that the battery was not charging. I found a garage where they would fix it, but it required all of my persuavive powers to have them do it during their lunch break, lasting from 11:30 to 14:30.
The fact that I was Dutch helped a lot, but Holland is not as well known here as in Thailand: you see very few Dutch (Frisian) milkcans here...
During that lunch an American dropped whom - notwithstanding his civilian clothes -one could recognize as a Marine sergeant at a mile's distance. He was one of the 4 embassy guards, an amiable giant. Last week they had made their reputation for years by giving a huge party at their own expense to the entire diplomatic corps of some 250 people. Judging by the photographs he came to show us, it had been a great success. Even though we had just met, he said goodbye to me as if we had been friends for years and he very cordially wished me a successful tour.
David and Margareth promised to come and stay with us in Bangkok next February when they were going on leave. The three of them then pushed my jeep out of the lane, because it is always at such critical moments that it does not start. I 'm convinced that there are a lot of people more worried about the success of my trip than I myself.