The local mall has a play area for when they come to visit us in Florida.
It’s always wonderful to see children enjoying simple pleasures.
Who of us doesn’t remember the thrill of playing on the swings in the local park? Some things never change.
When Sienna came to visit us in Johannesburg she wasn’t too old to enjoy the playground swings.
Likewise with the rides in the shopping mall.
A few years ago, this was my teenage grandson’s favourite seat as he wobbled around on his unicycle which he’d bought with our birthday money. He actually became quite proficient on it, but alas such fads blossom and then die, so it now languishes in a corner of the garage.
This week, I found some photos of places to sit in Thailand. A trip to Bangkok wouldn’t be complete without a trip to one of its floating markets. We were collected from our riverside hotel by boat and taken on a ‘shopping’ tour.
Fruit and vegetables were in plentiful supply at the market and the locals also shop there.
A great variety of goods are sold from boats and as we floated along, our boatman stopped off at many of these well-stocked booths where everything you could imagine in the way of tourist souvenirs was on offer at good prices.
Exploring the Khlongs and canals in Bangkok is done on one of the long-tail boats which are like tuk-tuks on water. The wooden seats are not the most comfortable, but my sit-upon survived the almost two hour tour and the scenery was so interesting.
In Patong I spotted these guys seated on the back of a truck advertising the Thai Boxing Stadium, a visit to which unfortunately was not included in our itinerary, Muay Thai is a traditional form of full contact kickboxing that utilizes kicks and punches as well as elbow and knee strikes, so definitely no sitting down involved. I think it would be quite fascinating to watch though whilst seated at a safe distance.
Our favourite local wildlife reserve is frequented by many elderly folk who come to admire the birds and generally just to sit and enjoy the peacefulness found in nature. Dotted along the boardwalk are benches donated by grateful families in memory of their loved ones who used to enjoy walking and resting here.
The benches are all very plain and serviceable,
but the view from this one is absolutely wonderful,
and sitting up there on the guard rail was this Little Blue Heron, having a very cute bad hair day.
I’ve perched myself on many a makeshift seat over the years. This friendly elephant in Zimbabwe seemed to think it was really funny to have me sitting on his knee.
In Egypt, it was straight off the flight from South Africa and onto a camel. Our guide insisted that we do this before he would take us to our hotel to freshen up a bit.
It was quite a bumpy ride and our camel was a bit frisky, so I was relieved when we were back at ground level and I could slide off of my seat. It’s now a distant memory but I can still remember that searing heat and the pungent camel smell. (Camels pee down their legs to cool themselves off.)
This was a far more civilised mode of Egyptian transport; a horse drawn carriage with a comfortable seat for my sit-upon.
To celebrate my Mom-in-law’s 100th birthday, she donated a bench to her village. When she was just a few years younger, she regularly walked a couple of miles uphill from her house into the village to do her shopping. Just before she arrived at the shops, was a wooden bench where she used to stop and rest for a while before doing her errands and returning home, usually carrying a bag of groceries in each hand.
One day she reached her usual rest stop, only to find to her disappointment that the bench had been badly vandalised and was no longer usable. When her centenary came around, it seemed fitting that she should replace the bench with an indestructible one for the use of other senior citizens.
The following year, the family gathered for a sumptuous Christmas lunch at the picturesque country pub just across the road. Grandma was of course the guest of honour and my grandson together with his cousin, sitting on an old bench there, serenaded her with an impromptu ballad all about their amazing great grandma. She’s still going strong and her 106th birthday is coming up in August.
Here’s a ‘throw-back’ from 1998, snapped by our son Jeff. Hubby and I were resting on a bench in a rainy Central Park before leaving for the airport on our way back to South Africa. I really loved that flowery umbrella and wish I knew where it eventually disappeared to.
Another memory from 6 years ago when our granddaughter Sienna was visiting us with her dad in Johannesburg. In our local shopping mall we came upon this rather flashily-dressed cow reading the Daily Mooews.