Thailand

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This country was everyone’s favorite. Lush and mountainous. One is  greeted  by persons with  hands place together in prayer format. If you see the King  place your hands way above your head. Neutral greeting is below the  sternal notch. I attended a lecture about Thailand before my visit. I was surprised to hear that the men can have girlfriends and mistresses and it’s  accepted…somewhat. A pragmatic culture with emphasis on being mostly nice and pleasant. I quickly memorized some Thai words that I wanted to use to  convey my best regard for Thai people and make a  good impression. Baht dollars went far and speaking of few Thai words  went further. The King  is celebrating his  88th birthday. He is not in the Palace but at a hospital, given his failing health.  All throughout Phuket  there are altars with his picture.  I try to learn as much as I can in the amount of time given but here it was about quietness and observation. People love the King. Faces range from full moon plumpness  to exotic light eyes and razor high cheekbones. I chose a legit Thai massage and had an experience that gave me deep respect for this skill. A bone deep inside my body had released and I was not scared of the “pop” sound.  All that I was holding in was released and I was whole again.  Long live the King!

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Komodo island

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I didn’t go but here it goes. Thanks to Espy and Mary brave gals who gave me report immediately. These 180 lbs dragons can take down a deer. One bite wait 3 days for infection to kick in then feast. They smell with their tongue which explains why menstrual peeps stay away as well as anyone with recent cuts or wounds. The mother lays eggs and once hatched the babies scamper up a tree to survive otherwise they become a snack for a hungry male.   They can sprint faster than you think. The  rangers who work 2 days on an island then return home via boat, make 45$ dollars. 200 people live on  the island and the young boys hop quickly  in the outrigger in hopes that someone will throw something worthy over board. I remember years ago Sharon Stone former  hubby got bitten by a Komodo and was brought into the emergency room (never on my shift). It was bad news because a komodo mouth is worst Than a drunken sailor’s. With that said I enjoyed my futile attempt to see one with binoculars. The driftwood looked like one so that counts doesn’t it?

Balinese Please

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I KNOW VERY LITTLE BUT HERE IT GOES. WOMEN HAVE SAME RIGHTS AS MEN. VOTING HAS RECENTLY TAKEN PLACE SINCE 2004. ALTARS EVERYWHERE YOU LOOK. BUDISM AND MUSLIM IS MOST PROMINENT AND THE WHITE COW IS SACRED. NO BEEF PLEASE BUT “BABI”.  FREE RANGE CHICKENS ABOUND NIBBLING ON RUBBISH AND DEBRIS.  WOMEN SMILE RELUCTANTLY  AND IT IS THE OLDER WOMEN WHO ARE THE THINNEST. BEAUTY HAD NO BOUNDARIES AND WAS MOST EVIDENT IN BUILDINGS AND TEMPLES. STEADFAST IS THE CULTURE DESPITE GLOBAL INTERVENTION.  STONE CARVINGS AND STATUE INVENTORY MAKES ONE CONTEMPLATE EXPORT BUSINESS. THE ARTISTRY IS GIFT WELL PERFORMED. NEW MOON CELEBRATION CLOG THE STREETS WHILE HAZE IS PRESENT FROM THE BURNING OF TRASH WHICH IS OFTEN ABANDONED.  YES I DRANK LUWAK COFFEE WHICH IS PASSED THRU THE GI SYSTEM  OF SAID MAMMAL. AND IT WAS GOOD JUST LIKE “CATPOO..CHINO” ziajian.

BALI

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Dark chocolate faces is what I notice first. Then the hustle which can’t be helped. “Taksi”. Thin and sinewy men with sun beaten faces, days and years  have registered quite nicely on their face. Stares continue throughout the time spent  here. What must they saying to themselves? “Oh you again” I  say “no no you have it wrong I wish to learn and love more my Indonesian brothers and sisters.” Economic dependence on tourism  is 69% as I was told. Brochure says at 55 years of age I can retire here. Proof of pension, health and life insurance and an agreement  to hire balinese is in the handshake. The food although not questionable, is suspect. “Fry the heck out if it I say and forget the cloudy fish eyeball. My dear mother got the Bali Bug. There is madness in the traffic and  delight in finding the motorbike with the  greatest number of people riding on it.  I personally like to ride side saddle so I can’t see.  I feel like an unwelcomed cousin, a necessary evil and wish to apologize and explain as I am not a tourist nor a traveler but somewhere in between. 

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