The ironman of travel Yoshimasa Ikeuchi

Traveling Iron Man Yoshimasa Ikeuchi

Central Mom Sarabal

Red curry / vegetable

Rice with saffron

Taxi Kotetsu and Churia

Churia selling fish

Button beach night

Sunset parasailing

Taken from a hotel room

Storm / Thunder

erima Cassie Thank you 　　　April 4-11, 2004

a week so fast,
on the last night, I decided to go to the restaurant whereChuria
works.

Churia in the morning
sells fish from6am to 11am..

The dexterous scales are also attached to the board.

Guide at noon,
I work in arestaurant at night.

How hard he is like a young man.

When I hear that he’s the same age as my son,
I can't think of anyone else, the youngest of eight siblings.

There are few words and the guide fee is gentlemanly.
He says he is looking forward to eating at the food stalls from time to time.

A chance encounter makes the trip even more enjoyable.
On the day of our return

During a deep sleep
I woke up with the sound of the breeze,
rumble and lightning illuminate the night sky.

Suddenly, the sound of rain that seems to be a storm.
The rainy season on the southern Island is not strange.

Did it last for an hour?
The hands of the clock are 3:00 am.
At dawn, last night's storm was like a lie.

The resort is crowded as if there was nothing in the calm sea.

Families come from all over the world on weekends.
The beach where marine sports are popular
a line of people waiting in line forparasailing continues.

Prosperous business, quite good,
beach boysare busy moving around

"Eat homemade Indian curry ..."
Invited to the house.

For a stranger from the morning
the food you cooked.

"Chicken red curry", "green curry",
the three items of "vegetable curry" are all different.

The richness and spiciness match well,
rice contains cinnamon and star anise,
the saffronscent adds elegance to the taste.

A quiet mother looked into his face from behind her.

Apparently Churia
he looks like his mother (Sarabar, 76 years old).

At the end of the trip, the best on the Island
got the best hospitality.
The days of satisfaction were spent with peace of mind as if they were our relatives.

Of course, sending to the airport.
Penang's son "Churia".

Thank you, a memorable travel diary. I want to go again someday.

Epilogue