Through the eyes of a fisherman
Today I decided to visit Pa Sak Jolasid Dam which lies to the east of Lopburi. It looked huge on the map and was definitely worth the trip just to spend some time relaxing by the water. My journey on the motorbike was very positive. I felt so happy with how things were going I let out cheers of joy to the confused look of passers-by; I guess sometimes I just need to share my happiness with the world. As I rode out of town I realised how relaxed I’d become in Thailand; it felt like my second home. People are so nice and welcoming here, so much so, there hardly ever passes a day when a Thai person doesn’t do something to warm my heart, and for that I have a lot of respect for them. I thought about Louise’s arrival next week and how much fun were going to have together. It will certainly give me a different outlook on travelling, being able to share experiences with someone I care about.
When I arrived at the dam, I was greeted by a great expanse of water, rippling in the gentle breeze and glistening in the brightness of the afternoon sun. A fisherman sat, huddled under a rusty umbrella, with tackle laid out sporadically, showing wear from a lifetime of use. I approached with interest. “Di? (meaning Good? in Thai),” I questioned, giving him the thumbs up. A flurry of Thai responses formed our connection, and he invited me to join him in the shade. He quickly realised I couldn’t speak Thai so decided it would be best to say nothing at all. I guess sometimes, words have no place in the glorious hands of nature. So there we sat in beautiful silence, enjoying the wonders of the dam, our eyes focused intensly on the tips of the rods, waiting for the slightest indication of interest from the depths below. The beauty of the surrounding landscape often averted our gaze. The soft mountain backdrop soothed the eyes, whilst the fluffy, white clouds invoked our dreams. Suddenly, the tip of the rod sprang to life, and I alerted him excitedly as he made a dash for the rod. Unfortunately It was only a tiddler, but such small action could easily fuel many more hours fishing. Fishing for me is a time to be with nature, to be still, and to take a moment to reflect upon thoughts, and listen to your inner self. The capture of a fish is a bonus, yet the capture of your inner voice is something much more meaningful. A few hours later he decided to call it a day, and we both went our separate ways. These simple interactions with local people is what’s making my journey through Thailand ever so special.
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