Time out in Thailand 

After months on the go it’s time for a rest, thankfully I was invited here just outside Pattya in Thailand for 10 days. I’m supposed to be doing nothing and I guess a massage a day is kind of doing nothing. It’s nice. But we all know I’m still writing papers for that Canadian woman in secret.

In between working, blogging and sleeping here are some sights. Maybe I should get out more, but I’m just chilling, staying around about.  Haven’t been brave enough to try the prawns at the street food stalls yet, but they look great.

There are little shrines everywhere, some tiny and cute others more elaborate, all special and cared for. Apparently even the crocodile is for good luck. I’m a bit concerned about the God’s non-communicable diseases risk as they seem to receive a lot of sugar sweetened beverages and cigarettes, but maybe the God’s are grown up enough and can look after themselves. Have to confess to having a few sugar sweetened alcoholic beverages myself.

My observation is that Thai people are as generous and gentle as everyone says. Russian and Chinese tourists are everywhere, and need to quit smoking. Sound and mosquitoes travel up further than they should. The fruit is fabulous, the duck green curry at Simon’s served by Jack is just divine. The smell on the streets is, well, unpleasant. Happy Massage is next to a pharmacist advertising viagra, and lots of young women seem to take their grandfathers about. Russian breast enhancements droop with age, and budgie smugglers should just be banned. Dutch coffee is good and they have a sandwich filling that is apparently a meat pattie but sounds like a string of expletives that you might perhaps say if you hit your head on the roof of the took took, hard (frikandel).

It’s overcast and apparently “cold” but I’m enjoying it. Breathing is good, the living is easy, and the cotton, well as a natural fibre it breathes too. Which is lucky otherwise one might feel a bit clammy in one’s frock.

Author: Wendy's Out of Station

I write as a way of processing and reflecting on experience, and as a way of sharing that experience. When I travel I used to write email journals back to friends, family, anyone who’d read and risk immersing themselves in my reality for a while: writing for them was a way of writing for me. Borrowing from Graham Greene in a flip of Travels with my Aunt, I imagined writing letters to my nieces, as their travelling aunt. Crafting the sentences became a way of extruding the experience, giving it birth, drawing its meaning from my soul, nurturing it into something tangible with a life of its own. The aim of my blog is to open the world to my thought-children, to let them out of the safety of my friends and family and let them experience the world. And in the process I get the honour of taking a larger group with me when I’m wandering around India and beyond, or just reflecting on parallel truths, thinking thoughts that take me to new places new beginnings. Please journey with me

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