Cheryl Koshuta

Aware Life, Midlife, Good Life

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Tying Things Up in Thailand

A local boy photobombs my picture of the street scene

A local boy photobombs my picture of the street scene

The garish t-shirts were everywhere. They sported an amateurish “Bike for Dad” logo in both Thai and English on a weak yellow shirt highlighted with uncomplimentary deep sky blue sleeves. Men and women, young and old, wore the identical tees. It was a river of sickly yellow flowing on the streets, the elevated trains, and the ferries. Vendors sold them on every block from impromptu tables or storefront racks. It wasn’t exactly the look I expected to see in Bangkok. What sports team or charity could possibly generate this much support? (more…)

Morocco

No traffic jams when riding a camel

No traffic jams when riding a camel

“Take off your clothes,” said the woman who’d escorted me into the small room. She waited as I disrobed, then pointed to an arched door. “That way.”

She followed me into a low-ceilinged, steamy chamber with a large, knee-high slab of granite in the middle. “Lay down on your back,” she instructed. I eased myself onto the table and closed my eyes. They flew open when she doused me with a bucket of warm water. I closed them again for the second bucket and waited for the third, but instead, I felt her soapy hands washing my feet, and then my entire body. I rolled over and had the back side done. I’m going to fess up and tell you that she didn’t miss any spots. (more…)