Streetlife

I don't know what it is with haadrin and Kohphangan. This is not really a place in my taste, yet I tend to come back and get more or less stuck when I'm here. Most of the people come here to drink buckets of booze, drink mushrooms-shakes while wearing facepaint and clothes that makes you think you are a psycadellic drug yourself. The tourism, or maybe the category of tourists, ofc makes the local people to act towards you like you are not more than a stoned dollarbill, here to fool around and not look after either yourself or the island. So it takes a little while until you get to know the people that lives here and until they respect you as an "ordinary" being with the best intentions and the interest to actually get to know them and become a part of their lifes, if even just for a while.

I'm getting there and I can happily say that I have a good connection with many people here which makes it -again, never lonely or boring.

What I admire about Thailand and the thaiculture, all possible because of the warm climate, is the streetlife. Everyone is sitting outside their shops, whatever they are, sometimes in complete silence just observing the quietness, sometimes sharing food with each other. Even the kids (very small ones) are free to walk around by themselfs, in complete trust that someone will have an eye on them and taking care of them.

Being more of a "local" (if even just temporary) the choices of what and where to eat always leans towards the familyplaces and the more simple, and in my opinion, genuine options. Eating homecooked food from plasticbags, sitting on the pavement next to a limping streetdog, trying to communicate with a thaichild and being part of the street-lifeculture is in my favourites.

Here comes a few photos of, for me, an ordinary day in this lifetime.

My favouriteplace for my favourite-food -Som Tam

The kitchen might be a bit different from the standard we're used to but I'm telling you -great! This is the beauty of the thaicuisine. Observe the cat in the bin looking for some fishbones

My favourite baby watching Met -the cat when he is eating

The cat got hit by a car, ran away for three weeks, came back and his leg had healed, although not the proper way. The leg is now poiting in the "wrong" direction.

My wonderful islraelian friend Sh and me enjoying the Som Tam

Until next time
xoxoxo