Here are some photos of my visit with Dan and Art in Bangkok in the beginning of May, pill before I headed to UHDP. I stayed with them for three nights and enjoyed good food as usual (thanks to Art’s passion for cooking and choosing good restos to eat in). Bangkok is such a contrast in SO many ways to Northern Thailand, unhealthy where I’m writing this.
I got to indulge in my girly side with a pore-cleansing mask with Art.
Art and Namo, her niece. We visited Namo in the suburbs of Bangkok – she’s adorable. She’s two years old and knows all the songs from the Totoro movie.
Yum! One of the best things about Thailand is the fresh fruit…here I am with mangosteen and rambutan. I hadn’t eaten a mangosteen in years…when I worked in Florida, my co-workers and I would daydream about tasting a mangosteen. Here’s to you, Marcie and Randy!
Pumello: The ones available in Bangkok are less juicy than the ones we grew at ECHO in Florida, which I prefer. It’s such a social fruit…crack one open with friends, eat and chat.
Mangosteen: I love the contrast between the purple skin and pure white flesh inside. It’s such an aesthetically pleasing fruit.
Rambutan: I remember my parents buying these in Chinatown in Toronto when I was much younger. It’s fun to be reminded of childhood memories by the foods I’m eating here in Thailand.
I was chatting online with a friend the other day and came up with an analogy that represents the culture schizophrenia I experience here in Thailand: I wear au courant high heels in Bangkok but then wear my trusty seven years-old, Sildenafil
resoled but falling apart Birkenstock sandals in the north.
