For my more “literal” friends,

let me clear something up first. The title of this blog “Thai tanic” is a play on words and is not a metaphor for the Big Ship that went down off the coast of Nova Scotia at the turn of the century.

The title is simply a play on words encompassing the country that I will be traveling to; coupled with the true meaning of “Titanic”.

Titanic adj. a very great size or power.

Mention of Icebergs will be limited to the little ones found in my glass. There will be no frigid waters, over capacity lifeboats, violins or Leonardo Di Caprio.

The problem is that the play on words was best suited for the journey to Thailand…but that chapter closed last year and it’s time for another.

The fact is that creating another blog site just doesn’t make sense to me and I rather like the title of this one.

So once again I address my more “literal” friends and say that I realize that all my entries do not relate to adventures in Thailand and yes the play on words may now be moot.


I’m going to ask you to take a deep breath and deal with it. I know you can.

Now that we have the disclaimer out of the way….Starting February 10th I will be traveling to and experiencing the wonder and mystery of India.

Like last year, I embark to lend a hand and sample the culture. Over the next few weeks I will chronicle my journey for my friends.

Hope you enjoy the pics and words. Let the adventure begin!

Saturday, January 16, 2010

And so the adventure begins…

(9 a.m. Toronto Pearson Airport, one hour to departure.)

Finally the day has arrived. Bags have been packed, comfy travel clothes adorned. My carry on luggage is packed with entertainment to keep my fidgety hand busy: as if that was possible.

I had made the decision to stay awake for the evening so that I can sleep most of the long flight to Hong Kong. In hindsight this probably wasn’t a great idea.

I’m way to hyper to sleep.

Airport security was disappointing I was rather excited about walking through the new full body x-ray machines; I had been practicing my poses all week.

But alas there were no x-ray machines and while there was the potential of a physical search none was to be had.

No hassle about my camera equipment.

No removal of shoes.

No removal of belts.

However, there was a glance of a passenger in line that was obviously not wearing a belt; which was evidenced by his long, deep and dwelling “plumbers crack”.

Now I understand that every once and a while we all have a weak moment when we reach down for something or stretch a little too much and someone gets a look at the “space between our bookends”. It just seemed like this guy was wearing it like a badge of honour!

Anyway, I digress.

In short security wasn’t bad at all.

(Arrive in Hong Kong 1:10 a.m. leave for Bangkok in one hour)

First of all sitting in a tube at 31K feet without a cigarette for 14.5 hours is cruel and unusual punishment. I did manage to keep the cravings at bay with the airline snacks.

Unfortunately, the majority of snacks offered were “Bran Snacks” so I have a whole new set of problems.

Anyway, landed in Hong Kong, looks like an amazing city from the air too bad I am only here for a short while.