Turning Thai

Seaflower Bungalows. Standing on my parent's bungalow veranda, looking toward the palm thatched restaurant.

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Entry penned on January 20th, 2017:

Early last week Wednesday morning I was contemplating my last breakfast at Seaflower Bungalows. Bananas in warm coconut cream on brown rice or Red Curry soup with rice noodles? What to choose, what to choose? I went for the Red Curry soup as per usual and Lise, the owner of Seaflower told me I was turning Thai. I took that as a compliment and enjoyed every spoonful of that bowl.

I am home from yet another journey away from this continent I call home. Three weeks in Thailand with my loved ones was good for the soul. Iain and I had a hoot exploring new cities from the back of tuktuks, motorbikes, bicycles and truck taxis. I ate like a queen and drank like a sailor. I hauled my Kiev across the globe and left my smart phone at home. That was the best decision I could have made to begin a new journey.

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Seaflower's beach looking toward the Gulf of Thailand.

Two Seaflower beach goers at ease at Happy Hour!

Typical scene between these two dingalings. Tall Changs and shenanigans.

My beautiful sister Erin and her first mangostein.

Self-reflection on my parent's veranda at Seaflower.

My mom in her happy place on the beach.

Me in my happy place at Happy Hour in silk pants.

Gareth pours himself a cold one.

Milky takes a load off.

Ma and Pa take a New Year dip in the ocean. 

Cousin Kaleb at the end of a really good book.

My dad having a cold Chang.

Erin soaks up the sun.

Ladies on the beach.

Dominoes at Heaven Bar.

Kaleb for Dusen Dusen.

Seaflower and a slice of Heaven Bar.

In my happy place.

Chai takes a friend out for a spin.

A good scene of some of my favourite guys. Mexican Train in full effect at Happy Hour.

My love.

Happy beachgoers at Seaflower.

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Kiev 60 / Portra 400 / Delta 400