Dear Sirs,

This is to advise you and express the thoughts of many farang on the beach near Rabbit Resort at Jomtien Beach.

Not only has City Hall recently stopped cars delivering their older tourists and residents near to their favourite chairs on the Beach, but now City Hall wants to take away all the plastic chairs that give better support to us older farangs.

There is a collection of signatures being taken to try to stop this as some of us cannot cope with the deck chairs. Some of us need comfortable support and the chair section owners have been good enough to supply plastic chairs especially for us.

Time would be better spent by City Hall concentrating on the problems with the danger caused by the jet ski’s coming in too close to the shore, endangering the lives of the swimmers. The buoys that show the way for boats and jet ski’s have been broken and not replaced.

To The Editor,

Jeremy Coles and myself would just like to thank all the wonderful people who entered into the Jesters Care for Kids Charity Bike Ride in Pattaya on Sunday 16th September (not forgetting of course all the people who sponsored the bike riders).

The event would not of been possible without our 3 major sponsors, Coats, Thai Thanakit Insurance and Amorn Malhotra with the Volunteer Thai Tourist Police who ensured everybody’s safety. A special vote of thanks must also go to all those people who marshaled the event, namely Tawan Thonglim, Pornthip Launoi, Buaphan Endonpardu, Wanchai Pingate, Ellis Vernardo, Ba’ah Salamat, Jarinporn Amphan (NOK), Jack Levy, Wayne Organaski, Bangkok Pattaya Hospital for providing medical services, Santa Fe for Transport, Mark Gorda, Kurt Farnhan, John Kennedy, Kanchana Champanak, Bobby Taylor and everybody else who cheered us on our way round.

Thank you,

To my friends and future friends in the kingdom of Thailand;

Thank you for all of your condolences. When something like this outrage to civilization occurs, it does change the future in ways that no one can predict. As Americans, we value an international population; that is our history. I know that Thailand is the same as us. Diverse and loving, unwilling to give that away.

I want to extend my condolences and sympathy to your citizens who were injured and killed in this attack, and grieve with their families, and to the international community in Thailand who lost friends and citizens.

To Buddhist, Muslim, Hindu, Jewish, Christian and all other people of faith and goodwill in Thailand, we have a great opportunity to make this world a safer and better place for all of our children.

To the King and Queen, thank you for your sincere expression of sympathy. You are truly wonderful people.

To my Thai friends in the USA, and Her Royal Highness Princess Bhajara Kittiyapha, please know that you are safe and welcome here.

To the government of Thailand, thank you for your continuing help. Nations usually have interests in common, but are not loyal friends. We know that Thailand is a loyal friend. Together, we will stamp out this scourge.

Oregon, USA

Editor;

We have just returned from our first holiday in Thailand. Four days in Bangkok (4 was enough) had reduced my expectations for Pattaya, or for that matter anywhere else in the land of smiles.

But after having settled into the Montien Hotel Pattaya for the final 8 days we just could not believe the beautiful views. Our first evening we went down Walking Street, what a place!

Even though we watched the awful destruction of the World Trade Towers in a beer bar, along with many other shocked people, the beauty of the people and serene surroundings helped calm down what would have been very traumatic back home in the UK.

Thanks everyone who touched us in Pattaya. We will definitely return to your beautiful city.

Dear Sir,

After the tragic events in America, I was moved to write a piece of poetry. This I found to help ease some of the pain and great sadness inside me. I would like to share it with your readers, if you are able to publish it, in the hope that it may help them too.

Every U down in Uville liked U.S. a lot,
But the Binch, who lived Far East of Uville, did not.
The Binch hated U.S! The whole U.S. way!
Now don’t ask me why, for nobody can say,

It could be his turban was screwed on too tight.
Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

But, Whatever the reason, his heart or his turban,
He stood facing Uville, the part that was urban.
“They’re doing their business,” he snarled from his perch.
“They’re raising their families! They’re going to church!

They’re leading the world, and their empire is thriving,
I MUST keep the S’s and U’s from surviving!”
Tomorrow, he knew, all the U’s and the S’s,
Would put on their pants and their shirts and their dresses,

They’d go to their offices, playgrounds and schools,
And abide by their U and S values and rules,
And then they’d do something he liked least of all,
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,

Would stand all united, each U and each S,
And they’d sing Uville’s anthem, “God bless us! God bless!”
All around their Twin Towers of Uville, they’d stand,
and their voices would drown every sound in the land.

“I must stop that singing,” Binch said with a smirk,
And he had an idea—an idea that might work!
The Binch stole some U airplanes in U morning hours,
And crashed them right into the Uville Twin Towers.

“They’ll wake to disaster!” he snickered, so sour,
“And how can they sing when they can’t find a tower?”
The Binch cocked his ear as they woke from their sleeping,
All set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping.

Instead he heard something that started quite low,
And it built up quite slow, but it started to grow—
And the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing...
And he couldn’t believe it—they started to sing!

He stared down at U-ville, not trusting his eyes,
What he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise!
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any towers at all!

He HADN’T stopped U-Ville from singing! It sung!
For down deep in the hearts of the old and the young,
Those Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride,
And you can’t smash the towers we hold deep inside.

So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall,
With a hand in each hand of the tall and the small,
And we mourn for our losses while knowing we’ll cope,
For we still have inside that U-Pride and U-Hope.

For America means a bit more than tall towers,
It means more than wealth or political powers,
It’s more than our enemies ever could guess,
So may God bless America! Bless us! God bless!

Best wishes,