Another Night at the Edible Jazz
Same Same but Different! Another night at the Edible Jazz in Pai -> Enjoy after you click the Link to the Pictures
Same Same but Different! Another night at the Edible Jazz in Pai -> Enjoy after you click the Link to the Pictures
I like to travel, and I like to snap pictures!
My mother got me an Eurorail ticket when I was 15, and together with two friends, we adventured into France. This was the beginning of a new addiction. I do like to take pictures, so one thing leads to another. On this site, I want to share some of my pictures and some of my trips with you!
Now I am on the road for more than 8 months every year. Visiting old friends and making new friends while exploring this big blue ball.

The last few pictures from the Old Quarter of Hội An. The next day it was back on the bike again and move on. FaceTime with the loved one That leave drink did not taste to good Who would bring this home?? A wooden gun for the living room? One more picture… Yep – did…
Well not everything with wheels but i took a few pictures of the locals on their bikes. And even one car! I can drive blind! Nice to chat to your friend on the way – you can not do that in 2 cars Not to many of them on the street anymore And why no…
Hiking down to the lake we did cross the rails at the 1st day. Thinking the train takes that route up to Kalaw I decided to take it. That includes getting up when the monks collect food in the very early morning. I went out of the hotel and a taxi dropped 2 guys at…

Another one of those Gray days. You can not see where the sun is the whole day because the Gray soup is so thick. And it looks as if it would start to rain every second. Had my breakfast at the Mountain View Hotel. Since I do not like to eat eggs, I had my…
This is very wired! Rain in Pai! I come now for 10 years to Pai and i never had rain here – not in November, December, January, February or March. Pat does not remember such a thing. And it really did rain – thunder, wind – the whole thing. Quite nice when you are back…

The big question every year: how much more fucked up is the town? How many new buildings, how many new bungalow places, and how many old places are gone? And I am surprised by the change every year. Some buildings do not even survive one year. And let’s not talk about businesses. In the daytime,…