What’s Funny Honey?

The Daily Post: Weekly Photo Challenge – Fun

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Petronas Towers – Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
When you travel the fundamental reason is to have fun. People say that they travel to experience the culture, learn new things, gain new experiences, see the world. These are all true but my main reason to travel is to let go and just.. Have.. Fun!

Wherever I have been I have connected with that place and they will all stay in my heart with their own memories. But if your not having fun then they can all be questioned – “what are you doing when your travelling? Are you not having fun?”

In some countries I had more fun messing around and living carefree than others where I was more worried about ticking off the bucket list, getting the best job, going to the best restaurants.

Appreciate. Live. Love. Have Fun.

Live the life you love and love the life you live. – Bob Marley

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Maybe Baby.

The Daily Post – One Word Prompt

You think you’ve seen her naked because she took her clothes off?

Tell me about her dreams. Tell me what breaks her heart. What is she passionate about, and what makes her cry. Tell me about her childhood. Better yet, tell me one more story about her that you’re not in.

You’ve seen her skin, and you’ve touched her body. But… you still know as much about her as a book you once found, but never got around to opening.

Maybe you should open it. Maybe if your up to it.13532904_583677135146398_2899296791120546283_n

Fear of Shallow Living

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Shark Bay – Koh Tao

Here’s what fulfills my soul..

I hear the sounds of the birds bright and early in the morning, knowing that’s their love song makes my heart melt. The sight of an elderly couple still in their early stages of last acting like teenagers giggling whilst they have their midday tea.

The smell of the sea gives me goosebumps. I always get a sudden urge to jump straight in. I’m sure that I’m a mermaid underneath it all. I can feel it bursting inside me as I have no fear of depth but a great fear of shallow living.

Travel is a necessity, the buzz, the smells, the anxieties make everything painlessly scary. It’s the drug that keeps me addicted and holds no boundaries for me to explore dangerously. My soul is full of desire, desire to always keep on living. Living for the small moments that I will forever cherish. No one will understand however much I longingly want them to but all I can say is; “what is stopping you?”.

Yourself is the answer. We have this fear of change inside our heart and minds which flashes a murderous red with warning flags all around. How will you adapt? That’s what were born for. I get a tingling sensation from the bottom of my feet that sores straight up my spine and gives me ringing in my ears when I think about hoisting my bag and running along into the distance.

Give it a go. The worst that could happen is you return to your daily routine that you say you dislike so much.

Follow me.

 

“Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry about things going badly. Let the lover be.”

Dumbo Love.

To everyone that knows me well I have a soft spot for elephants. Something about their calmness and grace soothe me.

I first found my love for them when I visited Ayuttaya in Thailand in 2013. Unfortunately it was at a riding attraction. I was unaware of the abuse to these gentle giants and had probably accepted that chains were the answer to human safety. When we climbed aboard I could instantly sense the hostility between the Mahout and Giant. He was dressed in his entertainment clothes, hurrying us along, holding a spear like fork. I thought it may have been incase a situation happened, possibly fighting with another elephant. But I was wrong..

Our route was around a dirty, dusty roundabout walking inbetween cars and tuktuks. An elderly monk crossed the road infront of us and in the blink of an eye I heard a deep, echoed crack travel through my fingers that were admiring the elephants treelike skin. It was in fact, the Mahout. He had smashed this beautiful animal in the skull and he stood dormant.

I will never forget that feeling In my stomach, a responsible guilt. I swore to myself I would never ride an elephant again. I hate to think nearly 4 years on that beautiful giant is probably navigating the same roundabout, with the same evil spirit clambered on his moneymaker.

When I visited the second time round I wanted to do it properly. I visited an elephant sanctuary in the highest hills of Chiang Mai. An organised trip by my hostel. There wasn’t a chain, rope, chair or spear insight.

A Mahout has a choice. It’s a profession passed down in their family and the elephant remains with them for the rest of their life. Many do use this as an opportunity to make money, becoming greedy and putting their elephants through torture and ridiculing regimes. Forest logging and tourist attractions are the main ones. Dying from exhaustion and mistreatment.

The sanctuary I visited not only rescued the elephants but also the Mahout. Giving them a small fee to stay there and have their elephant provided for. Giving them a peaceful life. If you own an elephant in Thailand you have a bounty on your head. The baby boy below was worth 2.5million Baht, thats just under £55,000. A hell of a lot of money to not have protected.

Elephant Sanctuary, Chiang Mai

The Sanctiary had just started and there was a handful of elephants within the family. We met them all, learnt their stories and how they rescued them. We met a 55 year old pregnant female who had been a forest logger for 30 years. Her eyes told everything.

On a brighter note, after we had met the family we had lunch over looking a beautiful waterfall. Then it was time to get mucky. We had a mud bath!


Mudfights and playtime. It was the best experience I have ever had (even if I was covered in poo!) to have the babies trumpeting with excitement and playing with us is something I will treasure forever. But obviously you can’t walk around dirty.. Time for a bath!


I was in my element and there was absolutely no pressure on these gentle giants to perform an act for us. I left the sanctuary exhilarated and emotional.

My message is to anyone looking for an experience of a lifetime or a photo opportunity to do your research. Respect yourself and your planet. These animals are to be remembered and cherished in a time of war, politics and money. You can do something to prove we aren’t all out to seek these things. Support what you believe in.

A tribute to the animal I love, a tattoo! It’s the least I could do!

Embrace what makes you different – Dumbo Disney