At some point I want to stop starting the day with rain and ending it with rain. I hope that today means Resurrection Day, the day with the last fucking rain until Geneva. Of course, this will remain a pious wish, because this morning, too, the first look out of the window reveals exactly the same thing as...
Today we're heading towards Bangkok, a long drive across Thailand. So an early start, again without breakfast. The Chinese hotel staff are obviously not prepared for early guests, and in any case there is nothing to be found anywhere that could resemble a breakfast room. Maybe there simply isn't one. Noodle soup at the bus station The taxi…
The kitchen is already in full swing early in the morning. It makes a pretty exotic impression, but the smells that rise to your nose from the cooking pots intensify the feeling of hunger and make you want to have a long breakfast ceremony. And actually - even if the picture below doesn't necessarily indicate any delicacies - everything is perfect. The hotel owner…
A strange day, like so many, and yet different again. It begins with the farewell to Don Khon, wistful as expected, especially the last journey between the islands, the view back to the village fills me with great melancholy. The bus ride north thoughtfully, in silence. Then reach...