This Post was delayed because I am traveling with my pomme pal. Meandering towards Darwin in our pop-top van we call Matilda.
I really do not know why I call her my pomme pal as I met her over thirty years ago back in New Zealand. She came out from England in 1961 and took the oath of allegiance that made her a kiwi, and she probably would have remained a Kiwi, except I decided I wanted to go home to Aussie and once Pauline discovered the wide brown land with its far horizons, the tiny land of the long white cloud was too small for her.
She is really my gypsy pal as I would not make the effort to leave the Gold Coast except for her influence. We are always on the move. She once went to England via China, Mongolia and Russia. Not satisfied with that, we traveled round USA. No sooner home than we packed our bags for Korea. We did a trip to Singapore through Malaya on local buses to Bangkok. I really liked that trip.
I love Thailand and Thai people, no; I love everywhere and all people. Every foreign place I have been the people treat me wonderfully. I think it is because I do not act like I am rich, and mix in and behave like the locals. I like to go where they eat and travel the way they do. I have traveled in Thailand experiencing the way workers in the rice fields live.
I may not be able to keep up with my blog out in the never never beyond the black stump, without internet service. I have put in a ping, a link to my pommepal for anyone who would like to keep up with our trip north in our pop-top van “Matilda”.