Slow train, take it easy

I thought this about captured a lot of how Kanchanaburi, away from the tourists, on slow day at the train station when sheep grazed across the tracks, felt like to us:

Graveside

I visited my grandfather Alistair William Hay’s grave today for the first time. It seems somehow auspicious that the visit falls on the 20th anniversary of the day I quit drinking and got sober. Maybe I would have visited otherwise, though that’s unlikely given where I was headed, but even if [...]