So Thailand smells pickly fishy. I like the smell. I am also getting used to seeing all the exposed female flesh and loving being able to dress in skin-bearing clothes. My arms are nut-brown.
Feeling that while India never lets you forget where you are, Thailand can be a blank canvas for tourists. Jonah says Thailand hast the least soul of any place he has been to in Asia. I can't judge based on a week, and I can only compare to India, a farmore difficult place. I do miss it. But I am enjoying my vacation immensely.
No kissing in public in India. Gotta get all the kissing out of the way while I am here.
I am waiting for the train to Ayuthya, so here are some pictures:
Ganesh Bag (Shalini, Ritu)
Bikasha does workshop
A rooster in a bag (Old Delhi)
Mahadwi in varvarra