My winter’s hibernation is nearly at an end. I had hoped that, by now, spring would have definitely sprung in the UK but it seems that more snow is on the way for when I return on Good Friday. Brrrrr! But at least I will return with memories of warmer climes and especially of Hua Hin which ticks so many of my boxes!
Watching the kite surfers on the long and semi deserted beach makes for a very pleasant afternoon’s viewing
and had I been younger I might have given the sport a go as it looks so invigorating.
But then again, just chilling out watching the tide come in – until it does- is probably more my cup of tea!
Temples abound, of course, seemingly always at the top of a flight of steep steps
I counted 217 of the darned things to reach this one located more or less in the middle of nowhere and guarded by a herd of inanimate elephants.
I have only seen a few of these beautiful and revered beasts on this trip almost all of them having been ‘imported’ from the north of Thailand. However, other members of the animal kingdom are in abundance here
and clearly in no danger of extinction!
For an area of Thailand that is expanding so quickly, I must say that most of the more modern architecture is acceptable but every now and again you come across something hideous! The apartments in this eyesore are, apparently in much demand.
I can’t possibly imagine how this dreadful structure slipped through the planning ‘net’.
The Thais certainly don’t lack creativity, though
and close to the centre of Hua Hin itself there is a lovely artists’ village with a plethora of half way decent artwork for sale.
In the surrounding countryside there are a number of top class golf courses
and even a couple of vineyards
The town itself is full of a wide range of bars (with or without music), a ‘ladyboy’ show or two
plus, of course, an endless supply of both local and international restaurants. I was not, however, tempted to try this jungle curry
nor this month’s special Prosecco offer!
Despite all of its relative sophistication, Hua Hin has not forgotten its roots
as a small fishing village.
Nor are you very far away from reminders of what is in store for you if you are not a ‘good person’ in this life. In your next life you live in eternal damnation, blind and emaciated. You have been warned!
So that’s it! I’ve secured my little bit of land here and I’m excited at the prospect of welcoming family and friends to my small ‘hut’ when it’s finished. In the meantime, I’m looking forward to seeing family and friends back home – even if I suffer a bit of reactive hypothermia in doing so!!
Until we do it again!
Phileas.
thelasthurrahsite 