Hua Hin via photos: in continuation to my earlier more verbose post.
A lone horse with his master, on the lookout for tourists who would be interested for a horse ride.
Just before the rains came in@twilight@Hua Hin
The resort at night. Awash with muted lighting and the fragrance of frangipani
Frangipani in full bloom everywhere
Pink colored frangipani flowers floating in the pool
Since most days I woke up late, I ended up having brunch. This was the most sinful I got…gosh, and was I stuffed! Had to lie down post this gluttonous meal:)
The sit-out which overlooked the pool, and one could even see part of the sea, far away
Listened to the whispering palms, while I read my book.
The sweet touch to my Zen-like break was certainly from these Thai leeches. A must try, if one likes fruits which are sweet and juicy.
This trip made me realize that silence has a language of its own. One can listen to silence and learn from it.
“As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.” – John Steinbeck