The Fishermen of Halong Bay, Vietnam

On the Go with Lynne

“We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.” – Jawaharial Nehru

Fishermen of Halong Bay-

Beautiful Halong Bay. Mesmerizing panoramas of limestone karsts often covered with lush green vegetation. Adding to this backdrop was the ever present fishermen who live on these waters. We were never completely alone.

The put-put of their engines was the first indicator.

Fishermen of Halong Bay-

A single boat with Quonset hut and colorful flags passed by our junk oblivious to us watching.

Fishermen of Halong Bay-

Oftentimes boats were rafted together. This was home for them and a way of life dating back generations.

Fishermen of Halong Bay-

We notice a lone man in his boat tied to this grey ragged landscape collecting crustaceans. It is food for the table and to sell.

Fishermen of Halong Bay-

A cultural and colorful highlight on this cruise aboard the Prince II

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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!

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:

  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








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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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