The clash.

Sometimes I wish I could escape from England, much as I love it so,
The divide between my worlds is large, and it seems Thailand is my true escape, wherever I go there,
The sandy beaches, with rocks to climb and deep dark blueish turquoise water, the little crabs that scuttle into their holes as you walk near, the warmth of the sand you lie on, the sun always always kissing your skin, and when it rains, its a warm shower.

At hottest its 35 degrees C and lowest about 10
I'm never cold, the sun lifts my heart, I was built for this. At the hottest time of year there is the water festival Songkran. My brothers and I, along with our friends, would put a plastic barrel into the back of our truck, pull out the hose and fill it up, we drive along and throw the water at everyone. Whoever your enemies are, or your friends, for those few days, it doesnt matter. You throw it at them, a national game. It's all light hearted, and the boys like the excuse to put Bang (talcum powder like substance) on your face and draw their names.

There are parties that fill our whole street, and we grill fish, and roast whole piglets, we play the music loud as we like, and everyone gets smashed. The women begin their shameful kareoke and the men talk louder and louder, while we play and start fires, and hid in the junkyard.

Everyone is taught how to make a raft out of banana leaf, to float candles over the nearest water source, called Loy Kratong.
You light your candle, and you let it float away, your sins are meant to go with it.

The streets I walk smell like hot concrete, and food cooking everywhere, people always look, they smile at me, you can talk to a stranger with ease.

The beaches are calm, your worries float away..

And the jungles are like nothing else. Monkeys and Tigers roam our jungles, and we rule it all. We run around, we make our own paths, we climb everything, no need to watch our step, because we were born for this. A westener would trip over the winding roots of the trees, they'd be afraid of the animals, theyd slip on the rocks of the waterfall, but we know this is a playground, and we will never get hurt.
The freedom of being there, nothing compares, you feel so at one with the world, like this is where you fit, this is home. You can feel the life here, and it accepts you as its own.