On that note

In the middle madness

A diamond to my bow

Meeting at the junction

That's where your heart will glow

KF

We've wandered around galleries, shopping malls and streets full of artwork. From street art to ingenious design, we've been inspired here. 

Like a chip to the shoulder...

Did anyone ever stop and

Think to ask the tree

If it wanted to be

Sliced

So thin

KF

 

On our last night in Asia, I'm reflecting for a moment on what we've seen along the way...

We have seen old

And we've seen new

Seen a lot of people in our view

...

We'll take back home

An overall impression

Knowing that we'll never

Be the same

KF

And on that note, we fly

...

Transforming

I get up from the couch

My ghost sits there till morning

What if I forget to sit down again?

Would he stand for that?

KF

Bloodshot eyes

Alien in this space

Transforming

Up Up and Away

Sweeping up

Juggling many tasks at once

Lobsters in the tank

Waiting for the VIP's

I'm eager to go on this journey, to Angkor *what, Angkor Wat, *what, Wat... *what, wat, *wait what... 

"Where'd that Monk go?, he left his stuff"

Dunno

"What do you feel like for tea?"

There's a little place around the corner, it looks alright, its got good reviews. Shall we go there?

"Yep"... "how long to go"

Ages

...

We're inspired on this trip. South East Asias been just the ticket. There's so much to see here, it's overwhelming. And we take it all in. Trusting every driver along the way. A round trip. Here I go. K

The Station

I'm so hollow said the tree

Can you see my bark...

The Monk at the Station

Sitting in gold

2 men by his feet

Their stories are told

Awaiting their meal

The Monk takes it first

Hands over a portion

For quenching their thirst

They play with their feet

Heads bowed to the floor

From train station windows

I'll say what I saw

They're keen to tuck in

And quietly rifle

Through bag after bag

Of some kind of trifle

Thank you they say

Hands touch, heads are lifted

Monk taking pride

For what he has gifted

Faces light up

They're fed for the day

He takes them away

For prayers they must pay

KF

...Twice shy said the leaves

Can you hear my sky

KF

Lake Wanaka, New Zealand

This dark brew has your name all over it, if you can handle its contents.  A bit hot, boiling over faster than a mud pool... Another handle'll be needed for the tilt.  So heady is this broth, it sinks another iceberg in Coffee Bay, triggering a tsunami siren from the trench. Desserted... 

Affa-gotta-go, Ice-creams melting.