Message in a bottle

Here I am now to explain the reason for my silence, since people complained about it (you can never have enough of me, can you?!). The fact is that after days, weeks and months of travelling, one reaches the point of no-return.

I am not sure when it hit me (it may have been on the beach of Hikkaduwa in Sri Lanka, where on my first day of “surfing” I was reminded of the fourth law of hydrodynamics: never keep a surfing board perpendicular to your body or it will unequivocally end up coming back with increased weight on your face), BUT IT DID HIT ME! And so I find myself generally waking up with a big foolish smile on my face, going around greeting people on the road (it’s the Asian influence, I wonder what effect it will have on London’s indigenous population when I’m back, if.), spending long periods of time day-dreaming and thinking about the next destination. And so on and so forth. Now, you can imagine how, in this state of mind, writing about our travels becomes an issue: first, because I do not want to see my days as part of something so ephemeral as a trip and I prefer thinking of it as a constant way of life (denial!); second, because I became unquestionably lazy.

Anyway anyhow, we are now in Thailand, land of pleasures and wonders. After three days in Bangkok, which brought out the city-boyness and –girlyness in us, we headed towards Chang May, a lovely little town some many hundreds Km north of BK. Here we visited the many temples the city hosts and also had conversations with young Buddhist monks about theory and practice of their religion. I intended to go on a three days intense no-speak meditation retreat, but in the end we didn’t organise ourselves well enough (and maybe for the better). We dedicated today, instead, to the art of cooking: we went to the market and found our way through unpronounceable veggies and ridiculously ferocious chillies and then we started a four-hours session of cooking and eating that we will not easily forget (in particular, Sam’s intestine is not very prone to forget at the moment..!). Now we are on our way to the beach via Bangkok by train: Thai’s sleeper trains are incredibly comfortable, it’s basically better to sleep on a train that in a room!

My attention span is now over (bzzzzzz), I’m going back dilly-dallying, Roger Roger.