Memories of Thailand

I was chatting away to somebody last night and recited this story. It dawned on me that this was one of those moments that stays with you long after you've returned to your normal life. So I thought I'd share it with you - see what you make of it.

I was in the night market in Hua Hin looking for cheap eats. As I walked through the crowds I passed a few beggars without much consideration. Everyone has to make a living and tourists are easy targets - some beg from choice rather than necessity. I don't give especially when they're saying they need money for food while holding a can of lager!

Then I passed a man sitting on the floor asking for money and something clicked. I felt bad that I had passed a man with the best part of one leg missing and who generally looked like he genuinely had not had nor was having it easy. I continued on my search for nourishment and resolved to make a donation on my return journey. This time I had already separated a note from my evenings food/beer budget and popped it in his cup as I passed. He immediately showed me respect with a hands above head wai, something I'd rarely been shown on my journey. I thanked him, smiled and continued on my way for beer & food.

The following night I opted for food at the night market again. I made my way through the bustling crowds and as I approached his plot, the man instantly recognised me and stopped asking for money. We smiled at one another as he wai'd me again. I squatted beside him and passed him a ciggie. We smoked and shared a calm quite moment while life in the market raced on around us. I was pleased that he remembered me and seemed to respect me enough to not ask me for more money. I have a fond memory of the connection I shared with a stranger and find myself wondering how he is.......