The journey home-Part I
“The thing that the mainstream media doesn’t want you to know is that Donald Trump is a force for good my friend!”
I looked back and saw a young British (white, obviously) man talking to an older Thai man. The Thai man and I exchanged looks, I raised my eyebrows over my mask and he smiled. As incandescently angry as that statement made me, I made a conscious decision not to allow it to ruin my day, my last day on the beautiful island of Koh Tao.
I kept walking, muttering obscenities to myself about the…
Hair loss and regrowth Haikus
About four months after giving birth, my hair started falling out. Big clumps of it every time I brushed my hair, my flat was littered with miniature tumbleweeds of it.
I expected it, I have enough friends with children to know that it happens to many women. During pregnancy, my hair stopped shedding and was thick and beautiful. The shedding was a physical manifestation of my grief, and I tried everything under the sun to stem the tide. …
Little Larissa and Plum Village
I have spent the past few weeks and months connecting with my inner child. I finally finished reading Thich Nhat Hahn’s book, Reconciliation: healing the inner child, which I bought over a year ago at his monastery in France. I went there just under a month after giving birth to Jamil- I booked it two days after deciding not to have a C-section. I needed so badly to have something to look forward to, something positive on the horizon after the death of my son. I was expecting to give birth within a couple of…
On the last night of my 5 days in Bangkok, before I travelled north to Sukhothai, I did a street food tour. I had spent my time alone in the city-the first stop on my 4 month tour around South East Asia-and I was looking forward to some good food and company.
We were to meet our guide at a metro station near my hotel. I walked there, leaving the major thoroughfare by my hotel to walk down a dark alley which wound round and round until it opened up to a bright and crowded temple and another large…
No distractions, or: The battle of procrastination
It’s really hard to sit with yourself, with no distractions. I imagine a lot of people are struggling with this right now.
I’ve been travelling for two months now, moving around quite a lot-I think the longest I’ve spent anywhere was the 6 days I spent in Hanoi. For the last 14 days, I’ve been on Koh Tao in Thailand, 9 of those days in a house share.
Corona and decision making trauma
I made it into Thailand and down to Koh Tao, a jewel of an island in the Gulf of Thailand. The 10 hour bus and ferry journey (complete with a bus accident) was forgotten the second I saw where I would be staying for at least the next two weeks.
“Wow, I’ve landed in paradise.”
Vietnam and Corona
I guess it was inevitable that I’d write about coronavirus, it is the crisis du jour, dominating all media- hard to escape.
It has struck me how different the western reaction is compared to the Eastern one. Here in Vietnam, I’ve had my temperature taken at every train station and airport, I’ve filled in health declarations about where I’ve been and any symptoms I’ve experienced and now I’ve downloaded the government app which provides daily information and an opportunity to update my health declaration. …
Laos, People Power and Hanoi
I’m in Hanoi, after just under 10 days in Laos, a country which I knew the least about before setting out.
I spent 4 days in Luang Prabang, in the north. It’s a sleepy town (much sleepier at the moment I was told by locals-it’s normally full of Chinese tourists) on the confluence of two rivers, the mighty Mekong and the Nam Khan. The centre is a mix of French colonial houses and ancient temples-quite indescribably charming. …
Anniversary or Birthday?
WARNING: This post has photos of my son, who was stillborn, half way through.
On the 26th of February last year, Jamil was stillborn. What do you call that day? The anniversary of his death, or his birthday? It’s both….
Whatever it’s called, the day loomed large. I wasn’t sure how I would feel, whether I’d be up for doing anything other than lie in bed and cry all day. …
Chiang Mai, part II
After the beautiful and unexpectedly joyous experience of getting my Sak Yant tattoo, I was really looking forward to the 3 days I had left in Chiang Mai. I booked myself on a food tour, a cooking class, and planned on visiting Doi Suthep, a temple on a mountain overlooking the city.
Turns out fate had other plans for me. On day 3, after a nice morning stroll around temples and lunch, I suddenly started feeling very ill. …