Afternoon Stroll

An afternoon stroll can wash away all the bad of yesterday..

I woke up this morning dazed and confused. Body sore, and mind everywhere.

A celebratory night, after a day full of midterms had me more tired than I could imagine.

Decided that food was in need.. A sickness had taken over Sven, and had him saying no to any food.
His face said it all.

Lack of food had him feeling down.

“The Guy” insisted that it was a cold day, and soup was in need. As usual, I did not question him.
Food was wonderful.

After a nice mean, Sven was back. Awake now, and more alive than ever.

On our way back home we ran into one of our Thai buddies. Sven decided to jump into the driver’s seat of his Tuk Tuk.

After coming back home, we all needed a bit of time to rest up.
A quick rest and I headed to the gym. Sweating out got me feeling better.

After showering, I decided that food and a walk around was needed.
Being that it is the vegetarian festival here, I decided to just roam the streets and see what I could find.

Google Maps was snapping away.

As I took each step, I was hungrier and hungrier. I headed to the corner for a nice solid base meal.

Rice, Cashews and Vegetables. Spicy please and a fried egg on top.

The consumption of eggs is inevitable in Thailand. I am becoming quite the fan though. I find myself ordering an omelet, or fried egg with almost every meal.

After that I headed to the streets. I found a nice stand with vegetarian food. Fried taro balls, spring rolls, and other fried veggies had me feeling good.

Passed by a bakery that had delicious looking pastries outside.

I refrained from buying anything though. Maybe next time.

Soon I found myself in a place of wonder.

Anytime I venture on these tracks, my day tends to brighten up.
Groups of kids could be found everywhere. Enjoying their Thursday afternoon, as was I.

After a long day yesterday, I decided to just sit along the tracks and let my mind wander.

Sitting there I forgot about everything. All my worries passed me by. I was totally content just sitting there all on my own, soaking in all around me. Thoughts zoomed in and out. Faster than any train that had ever ventured along this path.

No cars, no fancy big buildings or business men. Just everyday people. Living their lives with each other and enjoying the simplest things.

 

As I continued on my journey, I stumbled upon old friends.

It had been a long time since we last met, but just as old friends we continued on as if no time had passed.

Creativity is an easy thing to find at that age.

 

Sitting there along those tracks brought me back to early days in my journey.

There is something about this place. The joy in the air, the people all around. The purity.
It’s something that cannot be faked nor replicated. It cannot be mimicked nor brought back. Something that cannot be removed nor taken.
It’s here. It is part of this place.

 

Having the chance to be a part of it as well, is something I dare not forget.