The King smiles down on the tattooed bands of smoking western travelers staggering from mini vans into the immigration queue on their fortnightly visa runs, replenished with duty free. Orange Malay campung gives way to the blue corrugated tin roofs of rural Thailand, side roads degrade to dirt as the sun comes up over our third country in thirteen hours.
That familiar sense of stepping down from the organized glitz of Singapore's wealth with each northern border crossing sets in as the pace slows like a satisfied sigh. This is the children's first time in Thailand; the country where San San was conceived and our journey into marriage and parenthood began; the country that awoke my gypsy blood with Richard and Catherine back in 1991. It's good to be back. The beach calls.
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Location:Hat Yai, Thailand
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