Sometimes it's sounds

[My Penis is hungry]

Iike the sounds I hear, not always the images just the sounds of the morning market eating duck noodles for breakfast, last meal before lunchtime flight, crappy radio, women cooking, women yapping, motorbike taking off, I used to think too much noise, now I like all those different noises blended into food market noise.

[bust]

I enjoys the sounds from the rivers. More so in some of the quieter parts in border towns. The vibrancy and mystery always fascinated me. We used to sit on parts of the Moei River drinking a beer and wait for the approaching river boats. You could hear them coming for miles due to the remoteness in some places and you never knew what they would be carrying. Sometimes people, sometimes produce or timber and other times soldiers. I am sure a lot of the time concealing to real cargo.

[Old Hippie]

I have come to like it all…Time was, all I wanted was booze and whores, and at times still do. Now, I like watching the rice grow, watching May Thai and betting (sometimes) with the locals, and all that…watching the night sky and just relaxing. The market and food has always been a call! 

[My Penis is hungry]

I can remember hating all the noise in the village, far too much, now I quite like hearing it all blended together.

 

Like. A good stir fry