You know when something makes you so speechless and you fight within yourself and through your limited vocabulary to express the feelings conjured by this something? Well, Thailand and its energy is this something.
Elephant rides in grandious jungles dotted with Rubber trees that emit foul pungent scents; sand-in-hair and jelly fish stings; 1 dollar morning mango-coconut sticky rice from the Chicken Lady (locally doned); early morning beach front yoga sessions; gapped-mouth catfish desperately pileing on top of each other starving for brown-bagged 50 cent fish pellets; top-ropes necessary with one chaco and one shoe, splunking around in the pitch black underground, crawling out of grandiose caves peering upon endless sand 200 metres above the crashing salt water waves; hordes of monkeys playing whistfully in a playground of trees; listening to reggae beats as the orange and yellow setting sun slides down towards the horizon and blinks hiding its head once more. Thailand has only teased me with a corner of the country and is complex culture, I long for more.
