I think I would have to lie to say I wasn't glad to be done with India. Not because I didn't like it or I didn't enjoy myself, India takes a lot from a person that isn't used to such a place. It took a lot out of me but it gave me much more than just memories. I left early this morning for Bangkok and here I sit, with the shades drawn and the lights off, sitting in my underwear and needing a shower badly. Today, I'm on vacation from my vacation. There is a new city out there in a new country but I don't care. Pictures from the last week and a half or so:
One of the fine luxury coaches of the Indian public transport system. This one even has windows.
It was very early in the morning.
Reflection pool.
Two women.
Some of the famous inlay work of the Taj Mahal.
Rooftops in Agra.
Tourists gawking across the Yamuna River at the Taj.
Bustling train station.
Prayer wheels.
Buddhist monestary in steeps of the Himalaya.
Buddha
Prayer Flags
Crazy Buddhist art.
Big fish eat the little ones.
Paragliding in the Himalaya.
Prayer flags in Rohtang Pass.
High in the mountains.
Vertical prayer flags.
Represented at this table: Great Britain, France, Italy, Canada, United States and Argentina.
The moonscape.
14,000 ft
The panorama.
Camp 3 sunrise.
View from my hotel roof. Canceled my flight and didn't get on my bus so I could spend and extra week here.
Bangkok river taxis.
The reclining Buddha, the moment of enlightenment.
Dreary Chiang Mai.
Muay Thai Boxing.
Children flying kites over the farmlands.
Biking through lazy farms and fields on a lazy afternoon in Tha Ton.
Temple in the clouds.
A dream I had.
Ruins
The Mekong River.
Resturants on the waterfront.
Crossing the river into Laos.
The Buddhists' stairway to heaven.
One Beerlao and a fat stack of kip.
Port
An offering to the diesel gods.
Four days on the Mekong.
Thai tourists gambling on the boat.
Fishing
"bathing suit for water funny" So when we hit a rock and sink, i'm suppose to trust my life to this?
Cave
In the cave.
Here is your bird Brittany.
For good luck.
Sweet Dreams
Bodhi tree.
Doors.
Art.
The secret to packing small.
Don't know what it was, didn't tast very good either.
Rugged northern Laos.
The most heavily bombed country in the world.
Nong Kiew
Nam Ou river.
