August 4th – what made me smile today – 365x project

new printed photos have arrived

July 18th – new york memory – 365x project

today I’m not following my rules – memory from Union Sq in New York City. this guy was just standing there barefoot on a blue blanket.

nyc – very soon very back!

 

February 10th – back to Thailand – 365x project

Southeast Asia week.

smoky mystic Chiang Mai. Thailand. onephotostory

Chiang Mai, popular town in North Thailand, became somehow mystic to me. It was a time when I needed less action and more contemplation. Chiang Mai was perfect – with plenty of beautiful temples.

I don’t like churches. At least those I know in Europe. But temples was a fresh breath to me, freedom, calm place where nobody asks questions.

And holidays. Smoke. Gold. Monotony voice. Red carpet. Bare feet.

people on the road: Dan. my “summer” romance

It was like a ghost relation.

First time I saw in on the boat to Thai island. I smiled. There was something in it. He made me curious. I didn’t have to wait longer. We met, by accident, on island’s main street, the same night. Few beers with others.

In life he was in the middle. Not middle age but between two jobs, two countries, waiting for a visa. He made me nervous.

Next days I got sick, sleeping more than 24 hours in the row. When I met my travel friends in the morning, they hangovered after some big beach party, mentioning they were asking – where is Kasha. They were with Dan, wondering, was Kasha a ghost? I’ve never met Dan again. Never on that island. Never in Thailand.

Just few days after in the center of George Town, Penang, Malaysia. Ghosts meeting on the street. Wow. We should meet. You should join. Let’s drink.

We became lovers. Summer lovers who ended with the stupidest thing ever – fight on the party the second night of our romance. He though I behave bitchy. I didn’t agree. I though he behave like an idiot. So shame cause summer romances has to be perfect. I suppose I will never meet him again. I didn’t plan, didn’t desire, didn’t whatever.

Two days after I saw him on the street in town 300 km from Georgetown. Ghosts between the tea hills. He wasn’t too friendly. Two strangers between tea hills? Goodbye. I should never see him again.

Besides the beginning of my crazy night in Kuala Lumpur. Bar. OK – maybe expats place. OK – maybe LonelyPlanet place. But still – ghost hours ghost place? How is that possible? He wasn’t too friendly. Goodbye. I should never see him again.

the weirdest compliment. Pattaya. Flashback.

In Pattaya I have heard probably the weirdest compliment in my life. We are sitting with David, my couchsurfing host, in the bar with naked ladies. Jacuzzi show it is called. He little bit drunk. Me little bit drunk with the atmosphere there. It is my first (and probably last) visit in nigh club like that. So we sit, drink, watching (I was more concentrated on guys sitting there, not that they are so sexy. They are not. Maybe one or two. Just curious how they behave without any breaks).  We dance. Me with a waitress who than thinks I’m lesbian and pulls me to jacuzzi girls that strong that I have to save myself telling that David is my husband. I’m drunk we sit. And after one hour David tells me  – you are the prettiest girl here.

I’m not very sure if being the prettiest in bar full of  Thai naked girls serving drinks or sitting in jacuzzi putting ice in their pussies is a compliment or not, but I politely say – thank you, David.

it’s a different chapter. Pattaya. Thailand. flashback.

How did I get to Pattaya, place famous for nightlife?

It was my first days in Bangkok. Loud, crowdy, so sooo hot. My plan was to go North. But before I had a dream: blue sea, yellow sand, sun, chill-out on the beach, yeah. I looked at the map and into my guidebook and made 5-min decision. Pattaya is close and available. I should have done better research but… my brain was somewhere else.

For those who doesn’t know Pattaya – it’s town on the seaside with small dirty crowdy beach, next to it there are hotels and block of flats with like 50 floors, disgusting, million Russian restaurants, famous Walking street with center FULL of nighclubs where you can get anything you want -boys girl ladyboys…

Entrance to the street. “Long Live the King”.
Under: “International Meeting Point”.
Yeah, sure.

Google Night Club. Photo taken for my brother.

 

 

 

saw and seen. Bangkok. Thailand.

Observing tourists in Grand Palace in Bangkok is much more interesting than sightseeing.

food is in the air. Thailand.

I am not food expert. If so, only in tasting. I’m also not a big fan of making photo of everything what’s on table. Better just eat it.

once my Polish friend visited me in Prague. we ordered traditional Czech food. He was taking photo so long that worried waitress came to ask if everything is OK…

I am back to Europe now and food makes such a big difference as I’d almost never eaten so-called  Western food. while in Asia. I missed potatoes, cheese and bread. Nothing more. Now I miss rice noodles, cheap food on every corner, available seafood and tones of chilli.

Every second person who is curious about my trip is asking me – and what about food?

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Streetfood everywhere

 

 

Sausages: Polish-Thai connection

 

 

My beloved soup

Seafood all-you-can-eat in Pattaya

 

Famous cooking classes:

 

 

 

 

blue and smoke. Chiang Mai. Thailand. flashback.

Chiang Mai was my first meeting with religion in Asia – first celebration. Lunch for monks. Habits and tradition.

Not only beautiful temples but some calmness I’ve found there. Where I can concentrate. Where I can just be.

Inner beauty.