Hanoi is full of amazing old dilapidated tiling. I took these pictures around xmas-time then life got in the way. The tiles in these pictures are like my CELTA classmates, mismatched and disheveled, our course will be finished in two days. I have been taught so much, but there is also this feeling of stepping into line, doing all the right things so all the right boxes get ticked. The cracks are starting to show.
Back from Bangkok, behind in everything. Straight into a CELTA course. No time. Back soon.
Travelling alone may get lonely, but selfishness is a hard habit to break. When I was in Malaysia recently I felt immediately comfortable with making my own decisions regarding where to go, where, when and what to eat and when it was time to leave. But here in Bangkok I was travelling with someone who had completely different interests to me, so I just went with the flow. I travel for food, but eating is ho-hum for mum. So we compromised, we did a little site-seeing interspersed with food.
Visiting the amulet market was high on her list. So we visited and I enjoyed it too. Beautiful scenes; an intent monk squinting into a loupe examining an amulet, passers-by dropping coins into begging tins, table after table of talismans that I don’t understand.
And there was food, thai iced coffee and a boatride followed by a swim and falling asleep by the pool (only to be woken by the thump of my book hitting the deck). Hello holiday.
Hanging out in Bangkok. Tired, hot, yearning for an abundance of street food and not finding it. It is nice to be away, lounging by a pool, shopping, change of scenery.
There isn’t much to say. Recovering from the excesses of the season, processing these photos taken last week. Mum and I went for a walk around the lake. Embassies, courting couples, graffiti and spiders. Getting lost and finding the way again. Much is happening, holiday starts tomorrow.
