Thailand – “One Night in Bangkok”

Farang for a few weeks.

Sawadee krup; Sawadee ka.

At the risk of using some really old dodge pics; I have gone ahead with this post.

But memories are memories, and scanned low-quality 35mm pics still tell a story.

Let me take you back to March 2002 at the time when I climbed onto an SAA plane from Johannesburg to Bangkok with an odd looking brown army backpack (more like a sack).

I did this trip alone and my best mate, shown below, drove me to the airport playing One Night in Bangkok with a big grin on his face.

Once I landed in Bangkok, I caught a bus to my accommodation in the central CBD.

I managed to snap a pic of the mini-gym below during the ride in.

 

I quickly dumped my sack in my room and then scooted across the road for a snack.

 

After sampling the kebabs above, I walked in and around a large market where I discovered an assortment of counterfeit clothes, shoes, watches, jewellery and other property. The “fake” women were discovered that night.

 

But before I met my first lady boy (Kathoey), I went to watch some Thai kickboxing at Lumphini.

 

After watching some chaps knock the hell out of each other, I went along to explore the infamous or famous Khao San Road.

 

 

The beers slipped down my parched throat with pinpoint speedy accuracy.

The real lady on my right (left) was stalking a German tourist “Mike” who told me that not all the girls were girls.

I found this unbelievable as the ladies in the booze bus / bar behind me looked like real damsels in distress from far.

 

Mike lured me to the rear of the bus where our alcohol induced bravery saw us evacuate the bus.

It was not long before I posed for this pic and the lady with a deep voice and really strong grip gave me a bear hug. Wow!!

 

Mike is below on the right. He liked the Thai women for sure but the other chaps in the pic.. well I am not entirely sure which side they batted for.

 

Mike was clearly a regular visitor to Thailand. He knew all the ladies and made sure that we did not drink alone.

 

The next day I made my way to Wat Pho temple for a top-class massage.

 

 

The night before and activities during the morning that followed were strained across my face.

The chilli based meal in Chinatown really tasted good.

 

To escape Bangkok, I caught an overnight train down to Surat Thani, a springboard to the islands.

 

In Phang Na almost everyone meets Mr Kean. He is famous worldwide.

 

While on tour with Mr Kean, we stayed overnight at Ko Panyi below.

 

Jeanette, who I met with Frank on the tour, kept the Thai boys at bay.

 

I also had my hands full. They loved my karaoke skills (I think it was the English not my singing skills).

 

I also caught the Monks sneaking a Lucky Strike in Phang Na.

 

After Phang Na I spent a few days on the Phi Phi islands.

I am not sure if the Rasta chap below, who had a bar on the beach, made it out of the tsunami in December 2004.

 

Next, I headed by ferry to Ko Somui.

 

My little hut at Lamai Beach.

 

The lady below (across from the Muay Thai stadium) cooked up a real storm for me – the chilli ginger prawns were mouthwatering.

 

Northern Koh Somui.

 

The bar ladies were more interested in selling “massages” instead of alcohol beverages.

 

Northeast Koh Somui.

 

On the ferry from Koh Somui to Koh Phangan I met Chai who was selling accommodation at his sister’s resort at Laem Son Beach.

 

Chai and family.

 

Their instructions were quite precise “we have everything at your service”.

 

Paradise found.

 

Lying in the hammock with a coconut whiskey milkshake was heaven on earth.

 

This was male-bonding at its best – Red Hot Chilli Peppers pumping the tunes off the laptop.

 

Back in Bangkok. i enjoyed the sign on the rear of the chair.

 

Last night in Bangkok. A 7 course meal by the looks of things. Traditional Thai dancing at Baan Thai.

 

Well that was a decade back in time.

I ate so much green chicken curry on that trip! Oh, and so much Singha beer…

I said I would return to Thailand; yes, maybe, one day soon.

Kob khun krup, Kob khun ka!

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I Climbed Mt. Fuji !

Breathtaking photos!

life to reset


It was almost a year ago when I first visited Mt. Fuji 5th Station just to look around. I was immediately fascinated with the number of hikers ready to conquer the 3,776m inactive volcano.

I vowed to myself that I shall return on the next hiking season and be on of those that can proudly say “I climbed Mt. Fuji”. This self-commitment was achieved last weekend when I reach the top of Mt.Fuji at around 3:30 am.

Though I usually hike alone, I know that Mt. Fuji hiking was more of an experience to be shared with friends or colleagues. With a group of 7 people (6 men + me), we took the 9:40 am Keio Highway bus from Shinjuku to the start of the hiking trail, the 5th Station.

Arriving at around 12:45 pm at the 5th station (2,305m), the climate was a mixture of fog…

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Greengill House, Morland, Cumbria

Greengill House, Morland, Cumbria

van plus 4

Greengill House Morland Cumbria

Just back from 2 weeks travelling through France we miss being in the van and decide to take it to Cumbria for a bit of English countryside spotting ^-^

By now it has become pretty obvious that we prefer small, quiet sites in the middle of nowhere and so we search the camping & caravanning web site for what they refer to as *certificated* sites in Cumbria. A certificated site is one that’s small and accepts just five caravans or motorhomes. Some of them also accept tents, space permitting. Most of them only offer minimal facilities – ideal for when you want to get away from it all.

Greengill House, Morland, Cumbria

When we speak to the owner to book a pitch he asks us to drop the charge for the 2 night stay through the letterbox of his house on arrival and to pick whichever pitch we like.

There is only one other…

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Great People Great Lessons and Our simple talks

Thank you to Cimplicityrockss for a great site and my One Lovely Blog Award.

As the rules go; I need to reveal 7 things about myself:

  1. Love taking photos
  2. Streetwise
  3. Enjoy hot food – lots of chillies and spice
  4. Love my dog and Timol
  5. Give back with interest at times that which I receive
  6. Soft heart
  7. Thick exterior

Now to nominate 15 bloggers for the same award:

  1. http://cimplicityrockss.wordpress.com/2012/06/22/is-simplicity-a-complexity/
  2. http://missjonesandtheelusivefoodorgasm.wordpress.com/
  3. getsetandgo
  4. Homemade With Mess
  5. omeletta
  6. See What Eye See
  7. Cristian Mihai
  8. the WALK and TALK
  9. Bucket List Publications

10. little lady, big city

11. http://petra365.wordpress.com/

12. http://ontheluce.com/about-site/

13. http://sybaritica.me/

14. http://thefurfiles.wordpress.com/

15. http://snapshootergeb.wordpress.com/

16. http://lickingtheplateagain.wordpress.com/

cimplicityrockss

Check out the menu and select what you want for the day

This blog as you see will be as simple as possible because being simple and straight makes things easier isn’t it ? If you see it interesting please read and give me your feedback or else just move on and read what you feel to be interesting 🙂
So what is this blog all about?

  • This is about great people, great lessons in our simple talks **simple yet splendid **
  • Its you and me on one hand and these great personalities and great lessons on the other hand. Its easy for a person to write from any corner of the world but it is difficult for the same to understand, learn and live what we read/write in our life.
  • I shall bring in my real life experiences relating them to everything that I come across to be great

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The ultimate personal growth guide

For a change, this post is not about food photography or travel.

However, the topic is a tool or medicine definitely needed by all three for there to be any measure of success.

Rewind: Timol, Roscoe and I are just back home from a weekend away. It was planned the day before we left.

The destination was an hour away on the Natal North Coast; a little cottage about 50 metres from the sea.

All cellular telephones, radios and televisions were turned off.

It was a weekend of beach walks, seashell collecting, fishing, reading, talking, sleeping and exploring the Old North Coast Road on the way home (with a stop-off at La Lucia to do some more fishing).

It was a good time to finish Who Will Cry When You Die? (Robin Sharma) and think about making one’s life far more meaningful.

I love a good old dose of motivation, a huge big dose on a regular basis to be more precise.

My favourite quote, or at least one of them I should say, is by Mary Anne Radmacher:

“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow.”

Those words are so powerful and encouraging.

And when your little voice has spoken; and you are prepared to try again tomorrow, then grow your confidence with this from source unknown:

“Every morning in Africa, a Gazelle wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning a Lion wakes up. It knows it must outrun the slowest Gazelle or it will starve to death. It doesn’t matter whether you are a Lion or a Gazelle… when the sun comes up, you’d better be running.”

Before I move out the spotlight, let me also share my top-two power tunes.

Some of the lyrics just get me buzzing with juiced-up powerful motivation.

I won’t reveal their identities in the hope that you will click, listen and also feel the positive energy:

  1. Road to recovery
  2. On the summit 

Well now that I have hopefully set the mood, please take a good look at something I can only describe as a treasure chest of personal growth ammunition.

The ultimate personal growth guide by Goodlife Zen offers, among others, the following titles:

10 Answers You Should Know Before Your Job Interview
20 Tips that Got Me an IT Promotion
How to Start Freelancing Without Quitting Your Job
How to Lose Your Fear of Being Fired
How to Motivate Others
How to Make Lots of Money During a Recession
Man’s (Career) Search for Meaning
3 Areas You Must Invest in During a Recession
Fear of Flying: Facing the Fear of Success
10 Questions to Ask Yourself About Your Job
Dead Man Working
Scaling Simplicity-Driven Entrepreneurship
Why I hope the Free Brigade is Wrong
The Business of Forgiveness
The Best Decline Letter of All-Time: Edmund Wilson
A 12 Step Strategy to Refit Your Blog to the Social Web in 2010

Click right here to see and read all 100 best posts!

I have saved the link for future use; for one day when I need that one article / idea that’s going to make all the difference.

Was it a trip an hour out of Durban or a travel adventure on the road of life?

How nice to find this post.

Timol and I are planning to pop in here if all goes according to plan.

Really yummy food to look forward to.

Licking the plate again

Well, after years of taking crazy amounts of pictures of food on holidays, food in restaurants and food that I’m cooking as well as generally liking to talk about food and recipes an awful lot, I finally listened to my friends and other half and decided to start a food blog. Maybe they think if I have an outlet I’ll stop bombarding them with so many food pictures and stories!

So, what better place to start than the trip to Istanbul I just got back from last week? I was pretty excited about Istanbul, I’d wanted to go for a long time and was very excited about the history, the architecture, the culture and, of course, the food! I sat in my dreary office in the days before leaving day-dreaming of endless mezze, fresh fish, kebabs and baklava.

The week of eating started well with a 3 course meal on…

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"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." -Mark Twain

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