Angkor, Angkor show me your wonders true,
I’m half crazy over the likes of you
It won’t be a speedy viewing
I can’t afford a tuk tuk
But you look sweet, from upon the seat of a bicycle borrowed for 2
This is my 50th blog post and my blog is almost one year old! I can’t believe that it has been a year! I’ve seen so many magnificent things, from small pockets of cultural acknowledgment far from their country of origin to large celebrations in the heart of their homeland and it’s been a blast!
Wow… my first post was on an Indian bonfire festival called Lohri. I remember being so nervous! But everyone was super kind to me, I ended up figuring out how to align myself among the spinning women in the circling dances and I won a diamond ring in the draw.
It was such a fantastic experience.
Orange. And through the haze of orange a stern face looking down upon me. Red walls gilded with golden patterns enclosed the space, protecting an enormous buddha. The face was shining though there were no windows. The corners of its lips cracked upward. Its gaze was unwavering. Continue reading “Wat Phanan Choeng: Ayutthaya”
Overhead a river of dreams twinkled as it receded into the black of night. Thousands of sparkles, each a hope and blessing, floated upward and onward. Like soft but determined little beings these messengers hurried on, carried aloft by the feelings of those who lit them, by fires as bright as the human spirit.
Bidhishna cowers before his brother, Ravana the Demon King of ten faces, as Ravana towers over him preparing to deliver the killing blow. The audience, wide-eyed by the spectacle, releases its breath as a moment later Ravana withdraws his sword and contemplates another punishment for his brother. Overhead birds skim across the sky ignoring the drama on the ground. In the far distance clouds, as indifferent as the birds, silently roll by. The sun has already moved on to awaken another part of the world. Continue reading “The Defection of Bidhishna 1”
You’re an exchange student with no to very-little money or even student debt that you don’t want to deepen. Yet, you’re in another country and you don’t want to waste the opportunity. Continue reading “Kanchanaburi and Erawan Park”
สวัสดี Sawadeekha (not spelled correctly but that is how you pronounce it)
I’m now in Thailand! I’m from Canada so adjusting to the heat has been a challenge at times but doable.
For the most part it has been the humidity that I’ve found most noticeable. I feel like I’ve run a few kilometers when I’ve just walked a few minutes. I also drink a lot more water now. Before coming to Thailand I scoured the Internet for tips and suggestions.
The first thing I noticed was the aging paint and mold-ridden walls juxtaposed with satellite dishes. It was like seeing sodden cardboard boxes precariously pulled together with broken string, topped with shiny red bows and presented as awkward gifts.
Of course a second longer look revealed that the long line of apartments before me was in fact sturdier than it first appeared. It just well worn. Like a pair of jeans whitewashed from use.