Condensed Fortnightly

It's a tough job to try and condense the weeks that passed. I hoped to be able to chronicle all that was wonderful these last few days. But perhaps it was the ill-planned days or maybe we'll blame it on sudden delays of appointments made or even
the unexpected call from a new found friend.
But it's been hard to put in words all I'd love to share with you...

So in a few odd words and ill rhymed lines
I'll speak in brief of sore butts that heckled
worse than the burning sun
when we cycled down to Kaeng Krachan

We spotted lots of gibbons
And porcupines none too rare
A hornbill there and a civet there
Smelt an elephant too as he whooshed by the hammocks
That held us and all we carried
From Bangkok to Kaeng Krachan

Yes! we slept in hammocks
Too ill-equipped even for a measly tent
And peddled dusty roads
and meddled with maps

Lost our way we did
More than thrice the fingers I can hold
While rattling down a rutty road

But we did find and oh in plenty
Kind people and gifts that come rare
Pineapple from a sweet faced lady here
A bed there and a blanket too
Not to forget the smiles on the way

And best of all

The knowledge that the world's often a better place
When travelling the roads where rare people dwell.


P.S: Forgive me mamma for killing good verse
But it's often better than droning out prose.