This post originally appeared on the 17 October 2011 on Tuk-tuks, chicken bouquets and bicycle bells @ kerrytolsontravels.com
The desire of traveling is sometimes fuelled by the images we see on telly or in print and of course by the stories our friends tell us. Stories of sun-kissed beaches, idyllic wanderings, or adventure packed experiences, like lunching at a head-hunters village after rowing up crocodile infested waters. When we hear these stories and see the images, oh how we hanker for a bit of that life.
How many times have we seen in the movies a woman in some far off country, on holiday, a life changing experience, wandering through a market place, a cane carry-all hanging casually from her shoulder, her ethnic print skirt swirling around bare brown legs, her white top - pristine, her hair glossy and carefree, the sun kissing her gently as she banters with the stall holders and haggles with a dazzling smile. No, the movies would never let on to you that her shirt hasn’t been washed for a couple of days and smells of BO, that her hair isn’t greasy and frizzy because she can’t find decent conditioner or that the ‘freckles’ on her legs are really the love bites of jet-fighter mozzies with undetectable stealth bomber capabilities, that she’s hanging on for dear life to her carry-all after passing umpteenth signs declaring a vigilance against bag snatchers and that showing even the slightest bit of interest in a trinket is an invitation for hoards of touts to descend. Or for that matter, the sun is actually burning her to a crisp and it’s so muggy she’s really a puddle of mush….and of course if she was your friend, she wouldn’t tell you any of this either, after all, she’s on holidays, having the adventure of a lifetime.
This post originally appeared on the 10th October 2011 on Tuk-tuks, chicken bouquets and bicycle bells @ kerrytolsontravels.com
This monsoon season has been particularly bad for the Land of Smiles with the widespread flooding affecting most of the country and is reportedly the worst in half a century. So much so, even the officials are now calling upon the Water Goddess for her divine intervention. I’m praying she can hear them. This constant flow of water from both the skies and the rivers has cause Mal and I to hopscotch around the country in search of a patch of dry land. Thank goodness we’ve no actual set plans, but places earmarked for visiting are now completely off the list of must see’s. Tossing our ‘pebble’ into the provinces, we found our feet landing into the western corner of Thailand and the district of Kanchanaburi – touted as Thailand’s “Westernmost Paradise and Land of Plenteous.”
Since arriving in Kanchanaburi, the downpours have become worse and the flooding is now surging towards the capital, Bangkok. This in turn has relegated us into becoming almost ‘Kanchanaburian Locals’ as we enter our ninth day in the township. And as any local knows, sometimes a little break from routine is required. We decide to hire a car and head to the hills for a week-end getaway.
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This blog originally appeared on my blog: Tuk-tuks, chicken bouquets and bicycle bells at kerrytolsontravels.com in 2011.
Hello! I'm Kerry
. . . a plan-nothing, have no idea where I'm going travelholic.
A daughter of the gypsies and the wife of a workaholic, I'm forever wondering 'What's over there?' and devising ways to squeeze through the barbed-wire fence of small-business ownership responsibilities and every-day life tangles to discover it.
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