My eyes were going cross eyed trying to concentrate on some work on my screen so I took a break, grabbed the camera and went downstairs. I was their for all of three minutes before I had enough snaps for part II of my “My Street” series.
Seerung tells me that when she was a little girl owning a bicycle was seen as a sign of wealth in her village and only a few families could afford one. These days every house hold has a few and they are generally only ridden by kids or by the very poor who now cannot afford motor bikes.
This time of the year you will see a lot of these trucks come into the area from other regions of Thailand looking for work shifting soil prior to the start of the wet season. All day every day for the last few weeks you see them going past mainly taking soil from rice fields and dumping it at residential homes as people try and raise their homes to escape the inevitable flood that is only a few months away.
I mentioned motorbikes before so here is a shot or two. I will endeavour to get some better ones (with the entire family of five or six people on the one bike) soon.
Of course, one mode of transport that has stood the test of time is the old two legs and a heartbeat. This little fellow certainly had his heart beat working well as he spied me from about 50 metres away and decided the only way (after much consideration) to avoid the nasty white devil was to run as fast as his little legs would take him.