Return to Ayutthaya

Wat Phra Si Sanphet, Ayutthaya, Thailand

Might as well carry on with Thailand, since it’s Wesak / Buddha Purnima, and I have pretty much nothing else to write about. Here’re some pictures of Ayutthaya, the previous capital of Siam (Thailand). It was ransacked and destroyed by the Burmese in the 18th century (they’re arch rivals and frequently waged wars). It is named after the Indian city of Ayodhya, the birthplace of the Hindu deity Rama, and the setting of the Ramayana epic, which features prominently in the culture and arts of Thailand and South East Asia.

Somehow or other, we always end up in Ayutthaya on visits to Bangkok. This is the third time in memory that I’ve visited. The first, I have little recollection, apart from remembering that it was quite a nice place, with lots of ruins and statues of Buddha draped in yellow cloth. I might have visited with Michael Har, a colleague and friend from my Ireka days (don’t really remember). Those were the days of the film camera (late 90’s or early 2000’s), so there might still be some photos tucked away in some boxes, somewhere…

The second visit, I remember vividly. It was raining cats and dogs, and whatever God could throw down. We spent the whole day waiting for the rain to subside, looking at ruins from the confines of our car, or was it a bus? We finally braved the rain and explored a little of the ruins in pouring rain, and were thoroughly drenched, nice! (See pictures of our exploits in my earlier posts of Apr 2009 and Feb 2006). This was the last trip the family made overseas with my beloved Granny, who was becoming increasingly frail due to old age. I remember changing my plans from visiting East Malaysia and Brunei, to visiting Thailand with the family. Glad I did this as she passed away not many years after this.

And here’re pictures of our third visit – in burning sunshine, for a complete change. Nice for a thorough suntan, which the missus wasn’t very happy about!






Wat Mahathat, Ayutthaya - with leaning towers, half-destroyed temples and headless Buddhas


The Buddha of the Tree, at Wat Mahathat – a famous postcard / souvenir view of Ayutthaya




Views of the Chedi's (Thai stupas) of Wat Phra Si Sanphet – at the heart of the Ayutthaya Historical Park, this was where we braved the rain in our last visit


Temple at Wat Phra Si Sanphet


A Sleeping Buddha near Wat Phra Si Sanphet (I think it is Wat Lokkayasutharam, thank you Google Map), how can a post on Ayutthaya not have a Sleeping Buddha?


Wat Chaiwatthanaram – reminds me of the Temple of Doom, with a Khmer (Cambodian) styled prang (central spire)


Wat Phu Khao Thong




Wat Yai Chaimongkon, Ayutthaya, Thailand




Buddhas at the Wat Yai Chaimonkon

Moving to England

We’re gonna move to England soon. From Russia.

Yeah, we’re moving from Russia Cluster to England Cluster in International City, Dubai. It’s a ten minute walk away. Haha! Got you!

Have been told to quit our company rented apartment since November last year. Finally got one apartment in a building not too far away. Spent yesterday cleaning up the place with niece, Karishma. (Anu has the flu). On top of the kitchen cabinets, we discovered a treasure trove of fossils, hundreds of little cockroach carcasses preserved in tar pits (i.e. grease traps formed from cooking oil deposited through the years of the previous tenants’ cooking). Can’t really tell what age these cockroaches are from, as we lack carbon-dating equipment and technique, but the carcasses are still nicely intact, if somebody wants to try something like that.

As we had little love for fossils, we went to work right away, spraying grease removers and obliterating all traces of whatever’s been here before. Take that you bloody critters! It was such a fun thing to do, standing crooked on the kitchen table (to prevent my head from hitting the ceiling), scrubbing grease and picking dead cockroaches, and having muck and soap flying on your face, that I forgot to follow basic safety rules (such as stools are not meant to be ladders). Ended up on the kitchen floor on my bump and twisted my friggin left wrist.

Hope to nurse it back soon to continue our migration… Would have started cleaning earlier if it wasn’t for the flu. The past week has seen first Justin, then I, and finally Anu catch the flu. I don’t think this was some ordinary flu, or I wouldn’t have had this long a fever. I’ve not had a fever since… I honestly don’t remember, but this one stayed for 4 friggin days! Justin had it for 6 days! And it’s the 5th day running for Anu now. Hope little Jayden doesn’t catch it.

And hope Nepal can quickly get back on its feet after that devastating earthquake. Don’t know anybody in Nepal, but we’ve been to most of the places shown in the news in Kathmandu and Pokhara (was there in 2010). Must be terrible for the people there. Nepal’s a nice place, and pretty friendly. May God help the missing to be found alive. May He keep the affected safe and provide them with shelter, food and necessities. May the families and friends of those who perished, find peace, strength and hope to carry on.

Beauties of the Khlong

A beauty pageant in the canals (khlong) of the floating market in Damnoen Saduak, Thailand

New Year’s in the air.

It’s Songkran time (Thai water splashing festival) again! So what better way to update the blog than with a post on Thailand! (That’s called taking the easy way out, haha – a few sentences, and a load of photos!).

By the way, it’s not only the Thais who celebrate their New Year in mid-April. It also happens to be the New Years of Myanmar, Cambodia, Laos, Sri Lanka, Nepal, Punjab, Bengal, Assam, Manipur, Tamil Nadu, Kerala, Odisha, etc… So Happy New Year everyone, to those who celebrate it anyway!






Damnoen Saduak Floating Market, Thailand


Going shopping, in a boat


A traditional dance on a boat, accompanying the beauty pageant


What’s with the fruits on the boats? The more fruits, the better chances?


And Miss Bountiful Fruit goes to… (dunno, we didn’t stay to find out)


It’s not easy to take pictures of them, they’re moving so much, like Justin…

Somehow or other, I usually end up here, in Damnoen Saduak, on visits to Bangkok. It’s probably because floating markets are so associated with Bangkok in people’s mind, that any first time visit to Bangkok, must involve a visit to the floating market, never mind that it’s not actually in Bangkok. (It’s Anu’s first visit by the way). See more photos of Damnoen Saduak in my previous post of April 2009 – A Long Time Ago in Thailand.

The Hills Have Tombs

Beehive Tombs (the small mounds on the ridge) at Al Ayn, Oman, with Jebel Misht (Comb Mountain) in the background

Continuing in Oman, here is an eerier, but absolutely scenic place to visit, between Nizwa and the UAE Border Post in Jebel Hafeet / Al Ain. These so-called beehive tombs (coz they look like beehives, don’t they?) date back to maybe before the age of the pyramids! But no one knows what they’re actually for, or whether they're really tombs, as no human remains have been found near them.

The place is a 20km detour off the main Nizwa to UAE road. I did the trip without Anu knowing that it needed a detour hehe (or she wouldn’t have said OK). I said, “it’s kinda on the way”, so it ain’t an outright lie either, right?


A closer view of the ancient tombs – it’s like a 5 minute walk from here, but the missus was absolutely against mucking around ancient tombs, especially with the young one around, so this was the closest we got


Another view of the beehive tomb site and Jebel Misht, from where we parked our car …in the middle of a friggin dried up river (wadi). Ya, you'd have to cross the wadi to get there


The typical landscape around the road leading to Al Ayn, Oman


Pyramid of the Scorpion King, from the Mummy Returns – just kidding, it’s a hill near the beehive tomb site in Al Ayn, but it sure looks like the pyramid, doesn’t it?

The Road Behind the Mountains

Bidbid to Nizwa Road, Oman

Somehow or other, my mission in Oman seems to be continuing. Recently, ended up making another one night trip to Muscat, with about 20 colleagues and associates. Went there for a meeting. Work isn’t such an interesting subject, so what d’ya think, some photos of Oman instead? Ahem.

The office workload has actually reduced, but we’ve started this business of hunting for a new apartment to shift to. This has turned out to be a time-consuming and frustrating affair. We’ve gotta shift out by the end of June, company’s orders… Wish us luck on finding a good place!

In the meantime, here’re some photos of our road trip from Sur to Nizwa in 2013, using the road behind the mountains, (i.e. via Al Kamil, Ibra, Bidbid). I didn’t exactly want to use the same coastal route we took from Muscat to Sur for the return trip, so here we are, tada!!


Our trusty rented Toyota Yaris, parked at an Omanoil Petrol Station on the Bidbid to Nizwa Road, Oman – not bad for a small car, drove a couple of thousand km in 5 days, thru causeways with running water, gravel roads, etc, and made it back in one piece without any problem




On the road between Ibra and Bidbid, flanked by barren mountains

A Wish Not Granted

Looks like my Chinese New Year wish didn’t come true after all. And it was just a simple wish, no more plane crashes please… (see the post before)

I hope this Germanwings crash is the last one for ages to come. Is there some super sophisticated terrorist organization out there that could alter the mindsets of pilots? And cause them to crash a plane or make it disappear (like MH370)? Such an organization could like threaten the governments of the world to pay a ransom, or it’ll make a random plane crash or disappear?? Nobody will know exactly what happened in the co-pilot's mind before the crash. What drives someone to commit such a heinous act, ...only God knows.

May all the innocent souls lost in the crash rest in peace. May the affected families, friends and loved ones find solace and peace. May God be with you all.

In Comes the Goat

Gong Xi Fa Cai! Koung Hey Faat Choi! Keong Hi Huat Cai! Happy Chinese New Year everyone! A little late, but Chinese New Year’s 15 days long right?

By the way, we spent the first day of the New Goat Year travelling, in India, from Silchar (Assam) to Kolkata. Flew back to Dubai from Kolkata on the second night of New Year. Spent Day 3 holed up in our Dubai apartment due to an on-going sandstorm. Earlier, said sandstorm delayed our flight landing in the wee hours of the morning by up to an hour! (Pilot said it was congestion… but do you believe everything a pilot says?)

On the map display screen in the Emirates plane, 10,000 feet above ground, it showed the plane circling over different parts of the UAE (first Fujairah, then Ras Al Khaimah) for like …a 100 times (I lost count after fifteen). And I can tell you, flying in circles, at low altitude, in a friggin sandstorm, holding a sleeping baby, with the older kid whining due to numb legs (and disturbed sleep I guess), ain’t much fun, unless you have a crazy liking for Merry-Go-Round rides. Imagine yourself in a Merry-Go-Round for an hour. Luckily didn’t throw up, or it would’ve been worse…

Anyway HAPPY NEW YEAR again! Here’re some specially selected pictures to usher in the New Year!


Happy New Year everyone, sez Jayden (on his 4 month old birthday)


Justin, in our Silchar home, fooling around with the little red dots (bindi) of his aunt’s


A hookah (shisha) session at home, in Silchar – Celebrating CNY the Arabic-Indian way. Instead of a reunion dinner, we had a big lunch at Anu’s mother’s home, and later at home, a dinner of chapatis, curry chicken and mutton liver (gotta be mutton right? It’s the Year of the Goat after all!)




Where we were at on the night of CNY 2015 – some Victorian treat at The Astor, Kolkata. The hotel botched up our booking, so gave us a night at their penthouse suite at no extra charge hehe!

Let’s hope that the Year of the Goat is less ‘exciting’ than the tumultuous Year of the Horse. For one thing, no more plane crashes please…

The Chateau at Roti Village

Here’s another desperate picture post, before I go on another short trip, this time to India.

Who would’ve imagined a chateau with a vineyard, and fabulous suites in the middle of rural India, surrounded by villages of goat herders and sugar cane farmers?

Well, welcome to the Four Seasons Winery, Roti Gaon (Village), Baramati District, Maharashtra, India



This place lies less than 20 minutes away from the project site office where I used to work, in Kurkumbh, Daund. We could get fleeting glimpses of the manor, from a few confined parts in our Project, but mostly the view is hidden by the many hills, buildings or farms in the area. I remember wondering what the hell the building was, until one day when a colleague suggested visiting the place. The route there is interesting. From the highway that we were building, we had to take a small trunk road up a steep rocky hill in the direction of Baramati. At the top of the climb lies Roti village (yeah, that’s the real name of the village, don’t ask me why, …maybe they’re really good with their rotis (generic name for Indian flat breads like chapatis, etc)). Right past Roti, you’ll get the full grand view of the winery, like some outlandish French manor, out of the blue, a pocket of opulence amidst bullock carts, goat herders and acres of empty grassland.

The first time there, I brought the family along on a Sunday, but it was closed, and was asked to come back another day. Since then, we’ve been there a few times, especially when visitors come for a visit. Unfortunately, all our visits were towards the end of my stay in Daund, and none were during the harvesting season (or there would certainly be a lot more photos). And with the winery being so close, what better way to get wine, than to send the driver there with a shopping list, haha. See my previous post with a picture of the Project Team in the wine cellar, and of Justin sampling wine.

Here’re more photos…








More views of the chateau, during the day, and at night


The vineyard and pastures surrounding the winery, during the monsoon


Yours truly, with Justin and brother-in-law, Gopal, at the grassland surrounding the winery, filled with sharp prickly grass (yeah, they’re nice to look at, but be warned, do not, under any circumstances, walk barefoot on it, or you’re asking for trouble).


The grounds within


The large stainless steel tanks… (nope, don’t friggin remember what they’re for, despite having it explained to me 3 times, in 3 separate tours…)


The wine cellar