It s a strange and dangerous thing but in Asia there are occasional holes in sidewalks. These are unmarked and unexpected and definitely dangerous. Not only could you fall in and possibly break something but often these holes are over sewage or some form of highly polluted , stinky water. So in Asia I carry a small lamp with me when I am walking in the evening and watch where I step!
I’m in Thailand, in Bangkok actually. I like Bangkok. It ‘s an amazing city of continuums. There is abject poverty all the way to ridiculous wealth. There are sad little booths under bridges and immense ultra modern malls. Condos are being built everywhere, boasting all the modern conveniences yet people still sleep on the street.
Women have dubious standing and yet they are fierce in business, highly educated, aggressive and knowledgeable.
I’ve been looking for a traditional puppet theatre which I know exists in this culture of gigantic movie theatres.
And the zebras… another surprising oddity.
Quiet and enjoyable afternoon drawing in the gardens at Raffles Hotel, Phnom Penh. I love palace hotels, and all beautiful buildings born of the human creative spirit. This gorgeous hotel was build in 1929. Gorgeous, peaceful gardens, details like beveled glass, elegant dining room and classy staff, the hotel is an ode to an era of elegant traveling!
Possibly the most iconic place in Phnom Penh for a writer, is the FCC, the Foreign Correspondant Club. It has been around since colonial days and has seen a lot of famous and not so famous journalists and other expats walk up the stairs to the bars. The food there, by the way, is delicious!
From the bar you can watch the promenade along the Tonle Sap, and the coming together of the two rivers, the Tonle Sap and the Mekong. Of course you can also sit and draw to your heart’s content!
There were so many wildly conflicing reports about Phu Quoc that at times I thought to skip it altogether. In the end, I took the plunge,made the arrangements and went adventuring. From CanTho I took a bus to Rach Gia and from there the Superdong 3 to Phu Quoc. I was very glad I went and Phu Quoc was everything they all said. I loved my stay . Although the resort was on the high side of affordable, I most enjoyed falling asleep and waking to the sound of the surf. I travelled with a very adventurous foodie and so was introduced to some very interesting Vietnamese dishes!
Eventually I decided to leave for the sake of my figure. Round the corner from the resort was à french artisan baker who made the most divine and irresistible croissants! I did not resist. Not a single day of my stay. When I left, I had 2 for the road in my bag!
Getting to Ben Tre was something of an adventure, made totally wonderful by the kindness and helpfulness of strangers. All my thanks Phuong!!!
In the end, when I finally arrived and was welcomed by my lovely hosts at Oasis resort, I went on a tour led by Hong. There were 4 of us going on the boat down the arm of the Mekong. We passed boats with painted eyes, looking out, Hong told us, for crocodiles. There aren’t too many crocodiles in the Mekong, but those that may be left would be afraid of the boats with eyes!
I spent much of my time in Saigon not feeling well. Something to do with the pollution and the air conditioning. I did get out to do things and to meet people but I wasn’t exactly bouncy. For the few days I spent there I had a few more things planned which will have to wait for the next opportunity. Eventually though I walked into a druggist shop and bought a mask. That has helped a lot even if she apparently did not have the matching cape!
Proof that I did feel well enough to leave the hotel, this lady sat outside the hotel playing with grandchildren. When I stepped out she would wave at first, then one day she got up, came to stand in front of me smiling from ear to ear and telling me something in Vietnamese, then she took my hands and lead us into a little dance before letting me go off down the street.
