A sky full of floating lanterns is just as magical as I imagined. The crowds and the popping and whistling crackers just faded away every time I looked up.
14 years ago
During the festival of Loi Krathong, little rafts of flowers, banana leaves and incense are floated down Chiang Mai’s Ping River. We are still strangers in Chiang Mai, unsure.
14 years ago
A dramatic dawn showdown by our neighbour’s roosters, Thai music blasted from loudspeakers and a frenzy of barking from the kennel behind us — the early morning soundtrack to.
14 years ago
My excuse was that I’m fuzzy-headed from grief. The travel agent had no excuse — she should know that October has 31 days. So our “booked through to Chiang.
14 years ago
A frantic flight home, a funeral, floods in Bangkok and a missed festival – a pretty crap couple of weeks for us. If “pretty crap” can sum up the.
14 years ago
“It’s your Dad,” Mum says. “He’s dead.” I knew from the heavy tone of Mum’s voice when she answered the phone that something serious had happened. But I thought.
14 years ago
My hands cover Miss M’s tiny ones, which are holding onto her dad’s sides. She doesn’t have the arm span to reach around him. My legs and arms hold.
15 years ago
A dear friend jets off to Vietnam next week with her toddler son, slightly apprehensive about her first overseas trip as a single mother. The unstoppable Ms J is.
15 years ago