From tuppence to tuppence, from string to string and from paper to another you knit it tightly and gently. You had your own wings; you had your own dreams with your feet on the ground. You weren’t just a bird in the flight, but a special one. You held your fist tight to the strings of your kite. Pulled it soaring up through the higher skies. At times the air was clear, at times it was haze. Haze was your kindred. The one who pushed you higher and higher till you were lighter than air. The one that taught you to dance and sing over houses and trees....
Sunday, February 9, 2014
WAITING FOR GODOT
Formerly it was known as “Siam”, meaning the dark or brown because the Thai ancestors were black skinned. Interestingly all men and women in the country are whites. The black magic of the African ancestry is no longer there in Thailand. The Lao and Chinese origins have brought about a mystic combination in Thais. Thai women are well formed and tempting. So does the men! Fine dining and attention to detail are the hallmarks of the Mandarin oriental. Bright colors—from umbrellas, clothing, and wares—brighten the muddy water of the Amphawa...