I thought MY imagination was twisted…
Super accurate travel guide about Thapae Gate in Chiang Mai.
(+ a bunch of chats w random humans)
Nothing says exotic Thailand like burritos.
I think every blog post I’ve ever done about Chiang Mai has been at least partly about food… also I’m a dog stalker, as some of you know already.
December was a bit of a wash out. But I’m feeling like my normal self again now. Three days ago, the curtain just lifted. It’s like that. A month of utterly debilitating depression, and then ‘click’… I’m OK again. Eating chilli chocolate probably speeded my recovery a lot…
Delhi is the scariest place I’ve ever been. It felt like the burning edge of the world. When I told Amit how I felt he said something like: “there are the same traps in Delhi as there are in every city in the world. In the west you’re used to having many things veiled. The difference here is that you can see clearly…”
I meet Marlene in the Embassy foyer and take delivery of my beer.
“Do you have a car?” she asks me.
“No. Just this.” I show her my scooter.
“Did you ride this from Scotland” she gasps.
“Not all the way” I reassure her. “I’m a hitchhiker.”
Marlene stares at me, wide eyed.
“You hitchhiked from Scotland?”
“Most of the way, yeah. All across Europe.”
“Aren’t you exhausted?”
“I could use a beer…”
There’s a lot more to Goa than beach resorts and cheap restaurants. I keep meeting people here who are creative and thinking outside the box. Hippies, filmmakers, slam poets, musicians, artists, expat’s – Goa definitely has diversity. And really cool street dogs…
Indian fruit is so much better than Australian fruit. Grow better fruit Australia!