I’ve been very busy coming up with schemes to eradicate malnutrition and generally improve things in Laos, single-handedly, of course. Since this is a just cause and such and requires copious amounts of attention and Beer Lao, I’ve decided to retire from my position on Wrong Way Cafe’s Board of Mismanagement and sell my share of ownership to Ting. Over the years we’ve built up a great deal of goodwill. In fact, this was a major consideration when it came down to fixing a value on the pub. Factoring in the goodwill, we decided that Wrong Way Cafe was worth at least 5,000 baht ($159). The gentleman that I am, I settled for 2,000 baht ($64), leaving Ting the lion’s share. As a result, I have henceforth dispensed with my otherwise inalienable right to stand behind the counter and chat with customers while the staff struggle to maneuver around me; and, most dreadfully, I accept the fact that I have to pay my own bill from now on. However, I retain my right to love Wrong Way Cafe with all my heart. I will be using Wrong Way Cafe as the point of direct sales for my naturally grown, chemical free produce from my farm on the Bolaven Plateau, so that’s something to look forward to (but don’t hold your breath).
Besides, with regards to Wrong Way Cafe (and sung to the rhythm of Paul Simon’s “Cecilia”):
I got up to wash my face
When I come back to bed
A Norwegian’s taken my place