Pai in the Sky

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I loved this place…sat in the lounge of a wonderful house under a huge tree…people from all over the world were jamming…smells from home – pasta – children playing dogs mingling…a wind came up and leaves and rain blew through the slats at the top of the wall onto my face…the cool…after bangkok…i wept…pai in the sky…how one comes to value the simple pleasures of life…it was Songkran…people were throwing water everywhere…street happiness…largess…i found a magic place after several tries…garden birds…wafting white mosquito nets…green…friendly people…wood everywhere…akin to a paradise…how lucky i was…this was my last journey…after this…when i got back to Bangkok i became sick with chicken pox…after…came home…AFRICA!!!! I came into the airport having wished so hard, like a child wishing for Christmas, that i would hear african singing when i came back home…customs…welcome home…smiling faces…AND african singing. As my luggage was pushed out into the cold highveld air, i screamed AFRICA! Big open skies…my home.

A Pai street:

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Homeless by Ladysmith Black Mambazo from KwaZulu-Natal. I had been homeless and now I was home. Grammy award winners.

They played with Paul Simon, remember Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes? How South Africans can sing, dance and laugh.

 

 

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