Udon Thai House Thomas Resort & Hotel Udon Thani

... offering sticky rice wrapped in coconut leaves, presented on the important final days of the three-month Buddhist Lent.<br> <br style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">In the evenings, during the festival ...

... was nothing in english so it was just a blind roullete game as i pointed at something in thai (this was when im wasnt with me). her family are corn farmers so i was spared the visit to the rice paddies and instead got to hang out in the corn fields which being from illinois really made me more comfortable. all in all i got the feeling that the parents didnt exactly love the idea of their daughter dating me and when i asked ...

... is a very busy place, filled mostly with Lao folks getting visas to visit Thailand. We were both hungry, tired, hot, sweaty and dare i say grumpy...We found a hotel, showered up, went out for a nice dinner along the Mekong then hit up a local watering hole for a few beverages. The beerlao hits hard so i was careful to only have a few :) The next morning we met a couple friends that came from Bangkok and headed to the bus station to grab a ride to Vang Vieng....

... event horizon by red light. I am approached by a man dressed as a women, some work appears to have been done but I won't be the one to find out which bits are still on order. 'She' spies me and begins to oscillate in my direction, lays flat out across the bench I am sitting on and whispers sweet nothings....."you want make boom boom?" - "No thanks".... Then 'she' sits up, and makes the universally accepted gesture for '*******' over my groin. Either that or she ...

... in case a sudden jazz oddity takes its free form grip on my finger shapes. 12 quid all in. Knew it was a good decision when I caught the eye of a sort at the bus station the next morning, she eyed my talent up and down as I played to the amusement and watching ears of the waiting throng. Hit Nong Khai for my remaining time in Thailand, this is the most popular crossing into Laos. I have sort of felt like my Thai time, my Thaime, has been very different to India. I ...

Gooooood Morning Mekong River! Early morning sipping my espresso from my bungalow porch, the view extending across the expansive Mekong River and further pass, the country of Laos. Makes the two day bus journey to get here all worthwhile. The journey was pleasant if not inspiring. Even Tropical can wither during the January/February winter months. Throughout Thailand, bleak autumnal colors embody the dry, scrubby landscape while the sky is encased ...

In case it isn't apparent, I have definitely fallen victim to Nong Kai's way of life. Why do today what you can put off till tomorrow? I've been here for two weeks and this is the first time I've gotten around to writing an update. Nong Kai is a small city in Thailand that borders Laos. It's the site of the Friendship Bridge, one of the few bridges that cross the Mekong River, where you can easy take a weekend trip into Laos' capital of Vientiane (I haven't yet). It ...

After landing in Bangkok we succeeded in foiling the taxi mafia and took the cheap &amp; comfortable airport bus to the train station. An interesing ride seen the sun set on such a large and diverse city. After securing our over-night cabin to Nong Khai, we set about killing a few cold brewskies and enjoying some wonderful Thai food, yum. 

... It was high-pitched squeaking noises and I was not very happy about it. Then that night as we were falling asleep there were chewing scratching noises coming from some where really close to the bed and I started freaking out a little bit. I did not want a rat in the bed! We spent several minutes listening to the noise and trying to figure out where it was coming from and I finally realized it was a rat alright, a big one named ADAM. I must admit he got me good.

I just found this quote in my travel guide... "The man who wishes to wrest something from destiny must venture into that perilous margin-country where the norms of Society count for nothing and the demands and guarantees of the group are no longer valid. he must travel to where the police have no sway, to the limits of physical resistance and the far point of physical and moral suffering." - Claude Levi-Strauss, Tristes Tropiques