In New Zealand we are spending a fair number of days at the Tomic ranch. Here we are meeting the sheep with Auntie Chris and Lydia, being photobombed by Joe, making friends with the chickens, and enjoying the pool with Uncle Allen and Lydia.
The blues and greens of Auckland.
fresh, clean air the ability to communicate effortlessly with almost everyone whole grain breads (seriously, Asia: why the obsession with white bread, and white bread only?) not being immediately recognizable as a tourist before I even open my mouth. the possibility of perhaps being alone somewhere poached eggs for breakfast brushing my teeth with water straight out of the tap a complete absence of temples to visit
Flight twelve. Suddenly struck by the sense that time is ticking on this adventure.
Our guest house in Bangkok is well eccentric. Stuffed with vintage oddities and quirky paint jobs.
Lunch at Nahm in Bangkok: blue swimmer crab, peanuts, and pickled garlic on rice cakes prawn and coconut wafers with pickled ginger salted beef jungle curry with chilli and ginger stir-fried pork with dried shrimp and apple eggplant oyster mushrooms stir fried with blue swimmer crab and oyster sauce dessert duo of rambutan sorbet and mango and coconut cream crisp The whole meal was delightful, and the dessert was hands-down the best we had in Asia.
The reason you go to Wat Pho is because they have a bloody great golden Buddha. We can confirm it is indeed enormous.
Wat Phra Kaew and the Grand Palace
The Chatuchak Market in Bangkok is a warren of ephemera. I don’t think there’s anything they don’t sell, and I didn’t even realize some of the things they sell existed - seated Buddhist abbot statue, anyone?
In another episode of “Drinks in super touristy Asian rooftop bars,” night-time views of Bangkok from Moon Bar.