A few shots today after yoga in Bangkok
A trip up a hill in Pai.
There’s a hill. Just beyond the monstrous and sopping, elephants cock. Take a scooter. Go up it. Continue reading
Woah dude, why did I forget my glam-rock bell-bottoms, fly-aways and two-tone, sport-frame, amber aviators? This place reeks of 70’s porn. It evokes images of densely smoky, sweaty foreheaded, Thai whisky, hold-all drug deals going wrong and pseudonyms used by former BBC children’s TV presenters for suspect sex tourism in patterned Speedo’s. Continue reading
Rejecting the hullabaloo and excess of the Western world for a month of freedom in the East means you can throw a few vests in a bag and everything’s hunky-dory. Passport. Check. Wallet. Check. Vests. Check. Undies. Check.
However, prioritising the pure necessities for a rough and ready back-packing trip when you have a limited number of litres in your rucksack can present it’s own dilemmas. Here, our guest back-packing legend and seasoned traveler, Hazel Keeley gives her tips on keeping packing to a minimum. Continue reading
Wandering the many markets of Chiang Mai, Pai and Luang Prabang with Hazel and Collette as they perused jewelry, purses, trinkets, bronze statues of Buddha, candles, harems, hand-made cosmetics and Eastern ornaments, I felt a little out of place. This was not my scene. Continue reading
Finally and reluctantly acknowledging me through a drawn face that quite clearly declared that, I seriously can not be arsed with any of your shit ever, the waitress at the beach restaurant welcomed me with an, at-best spiky,
‘What do you want?’ Continue reading
We have moved on from India and met our friend Hazel in Bangkok. We shifted to Tratt and then a boat to Koh Kood: a tiny island in rainy season with dense, tropical forest and waterfalls. And boy did the water fall. Here is a post about a rain that came and the wonderfulness of Collette.