the art of getting lost
For a decent curry
I was in Penang one evening. It is such a delightful town with so much interesting food. But I wanted green curry. So, next morning I went across the border to Hatyai. Hatyai is a transit town, the city centre is nice and the railway station has some old engines. There was no green curry that made me happy, so I took the train to Nakhon Si Thammarat. This city used to be a big trading centre in the past.It was also a religious centre. It still has couple of temples, mosques and an old church along with some nice wats. And of course, they had the green curry. Next morning after the green curry breakfast I headed to a wat. I saw an interesting thing. Some children were drawing the wats. They were drawing with their finger. And what was their paint? …,….sand. They would clear the top soil and rub their finger on the moist sand and then they would draw a stroke. The completed picture looked good.
