Our first week in country was double rough. I knew it would be rough, what with the dust/mold accumulated, re-starting homeschool, and jetlag, plus J’s long hours at work. Thankfully good times follow rough times. Nothing like a Thai market full of goodies to eat, sitting in the back of an open air truck past beach views .. . . and sam rot fish.
I’ve taken quite a hiatus from blogging, haven’t I? Months! Those were months filled with toddler noise and homeschooling, major travel and a huge amount of confusion thrown in. But now the confusion has ended I am trying to see if I can blog with a singing squirming toddler on my lap! I am going to try to ease myself back in. I so enjoy D & M’s blog. And E&E’s, too, . . and I know many of you enjoy this blog. I can’t promise many pictures of my taking since our camera now is a birder’s camera!
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.