Thailand. My love. My heart. Always has been. Always will be. But living here, I’m now privy to a few things that suck about Chiang Mai. Number one on that list, and I’m not sure there’s a close second, is the traffic… and its consequences. Once a city that felt more like a lazy town ‘up near the mountains’, there are now corners, streets and neighborhoods in Chiang Mai that offer the same chaotic hustle and b
The early morning winds were strong and uncomfortably cold. Mid-morning’s even stronger, humid and hot. The surgical mask helped fend off the dust, ashes and sand, but it also boomeranged my dry, warm breath back onto my face. The sand and pebbles repeatedly spilled into my socks and shoes. After the sun rose and the heat filled the air, the sweat beading up all over my body only assured that more of the pelting sand
On June 13th of this year I updated my Facebook status with this: “In two short weeks we’re leaving … venturing into what I believe will be one of the most transformational experiences of my life … a slow, meandering through previously unexplored parts of myself and the world. I’m full of anticipation and curiosity.”
You can’t always do it all. Can’t always see it all. I’d be lying if I said I know this because I’ve always tried. Although travel has put some of this planet’s most breathtaking sights and scenes right square in front of my eyes, those sights and scenes aren’t necessarily why I love – or continue – to travel.