If I’ve learned a little gluttony in my sixties, it was in Georgetown. The Malaysian island of Penang is called a culinary paradise. Indian, Chinese, Malay, Thai, Arabic and God knows what other cuisines, as well as endless variations and mixtures of the best of them. It’s incredibly tasty and varied.
In Lao, cinemas are called by the same phrase as shadow theater. This can make some confusion in understanding the names in the English translation on Google Maps. But there is also some blue-eyed symbolism in this. It is interesting that when a few years ago the city was decorated with street art, on the … Continue reading Laos. Cinemas of the 60s in Savannakhet and surroundings
Savannaket is a small city, and its historical center is even smaller. This is especially pleasant for tourists: on an area of half a square kilometer you can find about a hundred old buildings and a lot of illustrations on the theme of the connections and mutual influence of Asian and European cultures. In a … Continue reading Savannaket. Our guide
There is such a people – the Hmong. They lived in the mountainous regions of China, but they were systematically forced out to neighboring countries (Laos, Thailand, Vietnam), and during the war in Laos, many were forced to flee to Thailand. The Hmong are masters of embroidery, weaving and silverwork. There is a small Hmong … Continue reading Two artists met in the markets
Возможно, кто-то скажет, что долине Пхрао не стоило посвящать столько слов. Или наоборот, стоит начинать знакомство с севером Тая именно с таких, “не примечательных” долинок. Которые и составляют сущность здешних мест.
A tiny town (which does not prevent it, however, from being the capital of a small region of the same name) with the French name of Phrae, lost in the hills of northern Thailand, turned out to be full of surprises and secrets. For example, there is a museum of the Second World War. Although I have always been sure that Thailand did not participate in hostilities.
This is one of my favorite Thai temples. And I would say it is ideal for the perception of a European.
Since we accidentally stumbled upon it, wandering through the already semi-rural streets on the very outskirts of Chiang Mai, we call it “The smallest temple” (although sometimes we call it “The most charming”)
Indonesian coffee is delicate with a slightly spicy aroma. And I drank the most delicious in this wilderness, on the top of the Samosir plateau, looking down at the lake and the vastness.
On the graves of relatives, especially eminent ones, it is customary to put rich tombstones with traditionally depicted human faces. At first I thought it was such a decorative abstraction. But then I looked closely at the locals.