I remember playing that game as a kid in our neighborhood. Honestly can’t remember the rules but we played it a lot. We were so lucky to live in a safe neighborhood growing up where we were constantly playing outside, even at night, running amok with kids our same age. Our Westmoor gang still remains friends after all these years (some I have known since birth- others since kindergarten) and many of them haunt my subconscious daily when I look at the stars or drive through graveyards.
(shout out to Joe, Bobby, Kassie, Debbie, Sarah, Brian & Dennis)
I wonder sometimes if that is why nature speaks to me or why I am happier when exploring. As a kid I was always outside, in the woods, building forts or riding my bike to the swim club. How do childhood joys effect/trigger our current level of content?
Today I explored with Tia up another road and stumbled across a graveyard. I haven’t seen many of these on my journeys in Phuket. So I thought it would be an interesting blog to share.
This was seen from the main road. I stopped to take a photo. I wanted to go in through the golden entrance but hesitated not knowing if that would be considered disrespectful.
These are the monuments that mark the graves. I have always found graveyards peaceful. In high school Joe and I would drive through them while sipping on beer and discussing life. Seemed like a safe place to be, can’t cause too much harm. When I worked at SKL I would drive over to the graveyard across the street to meditate. It was a comfort to me. As strange as that may sound.
Some monuments had photos of the loved one buried there. Others had offerings for their spirits. As you can see often they also had spirit ties at the top.
There didn’t appear to be any plan to how they were aligned. I also noticed the grounds were not well maintained and wondered whose job it is to take care of such things.
There were multiple colored flags like these along the road. I tried to google translate but couldn’t figure out what language it was. It’s not Thai .
As I was driving up the mountain I saw this sign. But since I couldn’t read it, I kept going. Figured I could always turn around if the road got dangerous.
View from the top was beautiful.
I translated this when I got back to the condo. It read “Kwan Liman Viewpoint”.
I hadn’t been out in a few days so it was nice to be wandering the streets again. Last time I escaped the condo walls I got stuck in a storm and the roads were flooding. Luckily I turned into my condo drive before the water got too high. Traffic was lined up for miles. (which I can weave in and out of…) Further up from my condo the scooter rider’s legs were getting drenched as the water covered the entire road.
My drowned rat selfie.
This wasn’t where it was bad. But this was the shot I was able to take outside of my condo.
I'm just your average gal figuring out her way through the second half of life that decided to follow a calling to Thailand. Now back in the USA due to covid, seeking nature for further direction.
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