"I like beer. It makes me a jolly good fe-hellow!"

More than that ... I am not only 'good' then I am minala a miracle. That is what my Thai lady told me after our first performance together ... and I am as sincere as my Japanese friend - the fisherman - is when we discuss our experiences of what we have had accomplished with our rods recently.

To be jolly is a problem for me somehow. I am as jolly as I am content but the one who is content is dumb and I am very content!

Oh, well, I am an old man and the older male human being (and women, too) tells you everything what he has in mind. What I have in mind now is that I met a nice fellow once who came from a big island. Both of us poured a glass of beer standing at a bar in Manila, Philippines. As he saw that my beer in the glass was topped by foam he said: "Disgusting, it looks like ice-cream."

"And your beer is looking like urine." that is what I thought as I noticed that his beer was without foam at all. Thinking is not only the best way to travel it is a good way to avoid troubles, too. He looked stronger than me, the born hero.

Ok, no more thinking. Let's put the very question finally: "How and when to drink beer?"

How stupid can one be to ask such a silly question and how ignorant can one be not to understand it? You see this is kind of a continental conflict.

My roots stick in the European soil right there where the beer was cultivated and the beer garden founded: in Munich, Bavaria, Germany.

First of all: to drink beer is not to satisfy our thirst. To drink beer is kind of a cultural art.

Then: beer is not alcohol, beer is basic- nutrition, liquid bread it is said.
My daughter had a seamless transition from mother's milk to beer. She turned out to be a real beauty and intelligent (I am her father - the most possible - after all) but a little bit crazy with some bad habits (it's a gift of her mother :-), too.

It follows an intermission for a commercial. Stay tuned, please.

click on the label of the Chang Beer, please, to see the difference.
Singha Beer		Chang Beer

It depends on the time of day, on the season and on the sexual likings (in Bavaria that is) what kind of beer we prefer.

If someone is gay he likes 'Pils' (What the heck is a prejudice?), in the morning we love 'wheat beer' for breakfast, during the period of fasting we drink 'strong beer' (in the Middle Ages during the period of fasting the monks were not allowed to drink more than one liter per day. Thus they put all that stuff we do not mention in a single 'stein' = 1litre!), in the tents of the October Festival the ample waitresses serve 'Wies'n beer' and if someone is a monarchist he enjoys 'King Ludwig Dark'.

By the way, mentioning the monks, it reminds me the story that they 'out-mendeled' a fish called carp rather shaped like a trout because they were not allowed to eat a fish longer than the diameter of the dish during the period of fasting. Thus Mr. Mendel described the basics of the heredity transmission. Nowadays the diameter of the carp is resembling the one of the dish - in a way.
God must be very astonished that somebody but Him got a comparable divine job done.

Now you got the idea of some cultural and historical relations hopefully. There are social conditions, too. To drink beer out of a bottle and in public is only for homeless people, for the lowest class permitted in my country. Standing on Sukhumvit in Bangkok, Thailand, chatting with my friends who are holding beer bottles and drinking out of it in public places makes me feel uncomfortable.

This leads us to some misunderstandings. There are countries where you can buy draft beer in a bottle! And in the beer garden, Soi 7, I order draft beer beer sod beer only. What does that mean: without a glass or a bottle, right in the palms of the hand?

The very question is: How to drink beer? Laew tae khun. Up to you. But please let me drink my beer the Bavarian way: with foam and not too cold.

No foam (looks like already drunk), with ice-cubes chilled down to the freezing point or out of a bottle with a straw: it sends shiver down my spine.

My Thai lady likes it that way and I love my lady anyway.

Oh, I forgot to mention, more than often I told her that drinking the froth makes the female breasts grow - have a look at German girls and you will discover that I am right - but she does not believe me as usual.
On the other hand I consider that she is drinking the froth 'behind the barn' secretly for I have - regarding my tee rak darling - no complaints at all.

In the village of my Thai lady all the girls noticed that she became kind of bosomy. 'Tham yang ngai?' 'How come?' they asked her. 
'Kamlang duem foam bia.' she answered 'I am drinking the froth!

Guess what all the girls in Isaan are drinking now .
And my Thai lady believes me finally.

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