It’s fruit season in Thailand. One can get fruit at any time of year, but a check of orchards and markets shows that mango season starts in April; after that come durian and rambutan, and mangosteens mark the end of it.
The excitement of having elephants in town is tempered by rumors of a lion. Let me explain.
You’ll recall when the elephants arrived. At that time, there had been a lot of rain, and some flooding, and I speculated that these elephants had been moved to avoid floods.
I saw this in the grocery store today. With immediate flashbacks to the famed Durio, I had to try this new granola flavor.
It’s sweet with a pleasant durian taste. This is too sweet for my taste—I don’t want much sugar with my grains, and this granola lists caramel as the second ingredient.
I struggled with a good title for this post. At first I was thinking of something along the lines of “it’s not how you start, but how you finish.”
Running out of Singha Park Chiang Rai just after sunrise.
I took the title of this post from Gabriel García Márquez. That describes what I had been experiencing recently.
And that was even before the elephants arrived.
Here’s what happened. It had been raining for over a week, tropical rainy season kind of rain, a little more every day.
If you’re like me, this is the time of year when you’ve got more bananas and passion fruit than you know what to do with.
I’ve been mixing 500 mL boxes of coconut milk with about 75 cm3 of chia seeds to make a pudding.
There was a big competition at the bird club a couple blocks down my street this morning. I had walked out on a circuitous route to get some fried bananas, sticky rice, peppered pork, and planting pots.
I knew my preparations for the recent Krabi International Trail race were a little unconventional. But I had some hope that they would be effective.
Naturally, when running at latitudes within 10° of the equator at elevations below 2,000 m, it is going to be hot.