After a night out with the diving guys, filled with beer and Sang Som sets (ouch), the crazy Canadian I met at a sunset bar woke me up knocking at my door with aspirin and water and the promise of an adventure. Sure. Okay.
Most of the day spent travelling to Koh Lanta from Krabi, I was not quite sure what to expect and just hoping to get away from all the goddamn tourists!
Friendly and welcoming, Kantiang Bay is just what I was hoping for. None of the tourist hype, very laid back and relaxed and just plain simple chilling.
The first thing that I did was strip down into my bikini and swim in the sea. Now you must know that I am not a sea swimmer. Ever. This water is so calm and warm that it would be stupid not to! I’ve also hired a scooter for the next few days and will be exploring the island on my trusty zoot… because why not.
It’s been raining and overcast most of the time since I got here – the Candice curse, but nonethless there are plenty of little coffee shops and restaurants to just sit and take it all in.
Top View restaurant at the top of a steep hill has panoramic views of the bay that are breath-taking, literally! And the best part is that after a few beers, you just need to roll back down with little effort 😉 The evenings boast a band of locals singing all-time old Western favourites (Oasis and Nirvana are a must, of course) and our very own fire poi show…not bad at all…
I think that I will be staying here a while… and have a feeling that my posts are going to stop being named by day number as I am already starting to lose count of the days… Aaahhhhh…. sweet Thailand, how I have missed you!
Follow me on Twitter @PopcornCandi or hashtag #GoThai for snippets along the way.
After a long and tiring trip from deep dark Africa, I finally arrived in Ao Nang, Krabi.
Following warnings that it is somewhat of a shithole, I did not expect much, but having spent 5 hours in Addis Ababa airport, I have a true benchmark for what a shithole really is. Krabi is not that.
Ao Nang is a cute little touristy beach that serves as more of a transit zone to other islands than anything else. Nonetheless, it has its quirks and my day here has been awesome.
I started with a cocktail at a dodgy beach bar when I arrived last night that I paid horrendously too much for. I did have a good giggle though…
Woke up stupid-late this morning and headed to the beach. Towards the end of the beach are rows and rows of massage huts, with sun chairs under the trees. This is a cool place to hang out all day and they feed you loads of fresh fruit as long as you use their services, which is not a terribly bad deal at all. A foot massage is actually a foot, leg, head, neck, face massage in one hour of heavenly madness for a ridiculously cheap price. Only in Thailand!
Steer clear of the monkeys at the bottom of the cliff – they’re everywhere – like cute little furry flies. They steal everything.
Day one = success and I am madly in love with Thailand again.
Off to Koh Lanta tomorrow for some more…
An insane turnout of kids from the surrounding areas and orphanages proved to provide a very full day of activity.
There was apparently some street performance, cookies and hot dogs, singing and dancing, presents, presents and lots of laughter. I can’t actually give you my account of what was going on in general – I arrived and started painting faces, 4 hours later I was still painting faces.
I saw innocent little happy face after innocent little happy face and spent hours looking into the eyes of kids filled with hope. There is just something about the innocence and complete trust of a child that makes something shift inside of you. It almost makes you soften from the inside out.
Here is my photo account of the day. Don’t judge the artwork…I did my best!
If you were looking for something awesome today, I’ve found it for you: Dlala Nje at Ponte City.
Two white guys move into one of Joburg’s most iconic (and most historically-jaded) buildings, in the heart of Hillbrow and decide to make a difference.
They’ve taken on a project to provide the kids in Ponte City and the surrounding streets with a safe place to play and explore their own creativity by creating Dlala Nje (“Just Play” in Zulu).
I really can’t do it justice with my feeble explanation of what these guys have done and are still doing – this video will show you the heart behind the cause:
They’re also throwing a Christmas Party for the kids in the area at Dlala Nje on Friday evening. We’ve spent hours wrapping presents we got together for the children and it promises to be an unbelievable experience for these kids who, quite frankly, are used to playing with old tyres and sticks. I can’t wait to see their painted faces glow with happiness tomorrow.
If you want to help the cause (let’s be honest, this is an unbelievable creative CSI initiative for a corporate as well), get in touch with the guys via their Facebook page. Watch this space!
I’ll be sure to post about the Christmas party too 🙂
I think that it would be ignorant of me to say well done to these guys for what they have done and are still doing with Dlala Nje, because I ave not been a part of their journey from the start, but I will say thank you to them and people like them who care about their own communities and those around them. If we can all take a piece of what they have put together, we will go a long way to transforming our beautiful Jozi.
Ha ha ha…if you’re reading this post, then I will probably get along with you – your sick sense of curiosity amuses me 😉
This past weekend brought with it my 10 year high school reunion. After much umming and aahing, I eventually decided to go and see what happened to the jocks and the blonde squad.
And here are my reasons why you should not go to your high school reunion:
1. If it is organised by Miss Priss Prefect, it’s unlikely to have any fun attached to it, unless you are there to show off the big diamond rock on your finger and pretend that your life of baby puke and finding the 6 pack in your husband’s beer boep is amaaaaaaaazing. I guess that can be fun for some.
2. You’re likely not to recognise a lot of the people and spend the entire time making your brain split open trying to remember names and how you know the person. They’re looking at you with that same pained look.
3. There will always be that someone who completely ignored your existence in high school and is now suddenly asking intimate details of your life. Awkward.
4. The days of bitching about every other “group” of people in school is so far gone that I don’t even remember what it’s all about. I’m pretty sure that I wasn’t very good at it in the first place.
5. You will feel like a monkey in a zoo.
6. The high school dynamics don’t change. Same shit, different decade. Rather keep up with people’s amaaaaaaazing (pretend) lives on Facebook. It’s easier that way.
7. If you wanted to keep in touch with everyone at school, you would have. Forced friendship for an evening is not natural.
That being said, I am actually glad I went to that revolting event. It made me realise how happy I am with the life that I have created for myself. It made me appreciate what I have achieved and the place that I am in right now. I am okay with those crow’s feet forming at the side of my eyes because it means that I have grown up. That’s more than a lot of others can say.
The one constant in life is change
The universe, from atom to galaxy, is in a perpetual state of flux
We humans, don’t like change
We fight it
It scares us
So we create the illusion of stasis
We want to believe in a world at rest
The world of right now
Yet our great paradox remains the same
The moment we grasp the now, that now is gone
We claim the snapshots, but life is moving pictures
Time forces us to grow
Because every time we blink our eyes, the world shifts beneath our feet.
– “Touch” Season 1 Episode 12
*Thoughts to those in the US affected by Hurricane Sandy
Found this on Twitter this morning and had a good chuckle!
If fairy tales were written today, they’d sound a lot like this:
Fairy tales for twentysomethings
Here’s a taste tester:
“Wendy got back from Neverland and had kids right away. Then she was too fucking tired to do anything else.”
If you have been following me on Twitter for a while, you will remember my 365 project, where I took a photo a day for 365 days.
Well, that ended quite a while ago and I hadn’t picked up another project in this time.
Have a look and follow me on Tumblr if it interests you!