Saturday, August 31, 2013

Like love

"all good trips are, like love, about being carried out of yourself and deposited in the midst of terror and wonder," says Pico Iyer. (That erudite git! I wish I'd said that.) Thailand, then, was like falling in love...and falling, and falling, and emerging in rapture only to fall yet again.
Why this mooning? Oh, aside from the perfect, basil-infused food from the sea, the ever-smiling Thais, the welcoming skies that never opened up despite monsoon season, and the hallucinatory white sands and green-blue waters...everything was as it was meant to be.
The Andaman sea was the backdrop to every crystalline day. We went snorkeling once; my sister held  my hand and showed me a fish colored like a rainbow. I also jumped off a boat, straight into seven shades of blue...into that treasure box of moments I have been collecting, these go...
Enough blather. To prove my point, here is exhibit A.
I like to call this 'celadon'


Friend said...

Heck. All I saw was my life flashing in front of my eyes. This is what happens when people get distracted by transparent waters, rainbow coloured fish etc., they don't hear dog-like, whimpering cries for help.

dm said...

Oh you wouldn't have drowned. Even with me hanging on to his toe, J would have rescued you. Which he eventually did. Still, would have been a nice way to go, no? Among the rainbow colored fish.

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