An ordinary evening on the streets of Hua Hin. The food hawkers are out with their carts.
Some food carts are mobile -- they move about the town all night.
Some carts seem to move about and never stop. Car batteries and lamps illuminate the product.
Some hawkers seem to own a corner. Here dried, pressed squid strips arrayed on Hua Hin Main Street.
Our favorite ginger soup and soy milk sweet dessert cart seems to have found a permanent home on a side street. We are very glad to have found it again!
Most carts seem to come out in early evening and set up "food courts" in the same location every night.
There is a stark beauty about the actuality of these night hawker markets.
The lighting seems to highlight the human endeavour to stay alive, as well as to eat.
The carts are wheeled in and tables and stools are brought out for the customers.
Late at night, this man seemed so lonely making his hot noodle soup.
Late night, Hua Hin back streets.
Some night hawkers walk the streets trying to sell their "hill tribe" mementos to the diminishing number of tourists . . .
Tailor shops and tourist tuk-tuks sit empty, their touts listless.
At some point every night, a decision is made to beak camp and head home through the night streets of Hua Hin.
The famous Thai tolerence allows the cheap and the tawdry in.
A hard way to make a living. A hard way to live.
Week-ends in Hua Hin are always filled with new vistas and fascinating things to see.
I was surprised by migrating birds over the sea.
The sunset sea had a moody sparkle.
The sunrise sea was starkly mysterious. I am continually surprised by the changing face of the Gulf of Siam.
The next sunset revealed yet another seascape identity.
The Gulf of Siam is rarely this clear green and blue.
Sunset over the Thai-Burmese boarder.
Flowers anew. Bird of Paradise.
A new bud.
I loved these yellow stamens.
This painting of the King of Thailand humg in an Italian restaurent. It made me sad to think that he is in poor health. I fear for my beloved Thailand, my adopted home.