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Travel Blogs from Hat Yai
... to say the least everything is springing to life. Every morning and evening we water plants We have small coconut trees that we want to grow fast, cucumbers, pumpkins, watermelons, oranges, lemons, passion fruit, small egg plants, long beans, flowers, chilies, various leafy greens,and roots including ginger and tamaric. Some of the other volunteers that are here have started practicing eating raw food in the morning and the evening. ...
... men harnessing up a chicken with
protective padding and waving it at another chicken until they are both really
annoyed was more amusing than shocking. They did seem to take good care of
their cocks and gave them a gentle sponge bath after each exertion. With a few
days climbing under our harnesses we had to leave Railey and catch a bus to
Bangkok so Helen could prove to New Zealand’s nursing council that she could
speak English. ...
... of his home in Alor Setar, and were treated to 'high tea'. This is not available to members of the public, so we are truly blessed to have had this opportunity (thanks to Shari), and we are all very grateful. Needless to say, the resideince and grounds are spectacular, and believe it or not, the Sultan has his own private zoo! The zoo used to be open to the public, but is no longer.
The highlight of this visit was 'high tea'. ...
Today I gonna tell you a story of my life. Of when I rode across jungle roads in the south of Thailand. Of when I camped on empty beaches that would extend on my sides, further than the eye can see. Of when I tried the most delicious food of my life in little stalls next to the roadside. Alone, me, my motorbike, my backpack. Of when I was free, to go wherever I want, whenever I want.
The wind was hitting my body, sounding so loud I could barely ...
... world flash past the windows of the bus.
Soon, we were crossing the Malaysian border, shuffling through the characterless border post with our bags. Leaving Thailand, our passports were stamped by bored-looking men in uniforms, before we moved to the Malaysian side and had our passports stamped by another set of bored-looking men in slightly different uniforms. We were out of Thailand after the best part of two months, and our mundane, clockwork filing-through from one ...