Archives for 2017
Our boy was wondering for weeks what kind of birds there would be in Prachuab. He had his Papa look up on the internet what other birders saw. He scoured his bird books and wrote a perspective list of what he hoped to see. And then, on arrival in Bangkok, his Auntie and Uncle bought him a book on birds in Thailand. Was he ever thrilled. He was not disappointed with the birds in Prachuab — I think he saw 11 new birds. My favorite was the Greater Racket-Tailed Drongo — see the above picture — it’s not clear but you can see the two long tail feathers coming down about a foot long and then spreading out into a plume.
We ate well in Bangkok. B is an excellent Thai cook. She also loves eating cream. She made these strawberry tarts — yum. And another night we bought khao seuy and then had Jacob’s Swedish pancakes for dessert. Now that’s the best of both worlds — get the spice in the main dish and the cream to cool off your tummy!
A few hours of biking is behind us. We stopped for lunch at a place that ended up having tiny servings. Oops. But thankfully the next stop was a market, and in the market is a coffee shop, with a large garden. Wooden shaded benches are scattered through the garden, near the pond. That’s true Thai stle — it reminds me of other restaurants up north where you have your own private thatched stilt hut to enjoy your fish. Here at this coffee shop, they had a snack that I hadn’t eaten since . .. my childhood. I can still remember popping the savory packet into my mouth while sitting on the mat in the yard, in the dark . . singing in the New Year. But back to the present. Our kids were so thirsty. And so ready to be off the bike. I am glad we left the coffee shop before any of them took a spill into the water.
B&S took us biking around a peninsula in Bangkok. How on earth have I never heard of this place? It’s near the International port of Bangkok. There are several bike companies that hire out bikes. Our first stop was the Siamese fighting fish museum. And sitting outside, there was this man and his Brahmini kite. Our son was in seventh seven. Wow. Definitely a highlight that he will not forget.
The boat from the floating market took us to an orchid farm. Yes. It’s my sis and I’s heaven. The only sadness I felt is that I couldn’t take it all home with me and that Dad was not there as well. I let E have my camera — I was too absorbed to take photos. The owner of the place is very friendly and he gave Beth and I his time. We both we more interested in plants other than orchids. What are they called? Plants that just want water and air. Beth and I bought about four plants each — and the bill came to 5$. The plants were so well-cared for that they endured five days of being in the car backseat, in a bus, in a plane. . . all the way home to my veranda.