It’s durian season (apparently) and so it was off to visit some friends in Rayong who own a fruit orchard. There was a little cart waiting for us, the contents of which was loaded into the back of our car.
I was always under the impression that durians are the faeces of the devil, pooped from the arse of hell; but in fact they grow on trees:
The orchard was not only home to hundreds of durian, but other fruit as well; some of which I recognised:
Continuing the fruit theme, we headed off to indulge in the Rayong Fruit Festival. Any festival that is advertised to last for a week has to be suspect; but there was to be a parade of fruit themed floats and it’s not every day you get to see a motorbike covered in fruit:
Classical photography cock-up on the last shot, with the pole sticking out of the girl’s head. In my defense, there was nowhere else to stand.
Given the contents of the boot, it was a rather smelly journey home and extensive showering was required to get rid of most of the pong.
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2011-05-15| Barry saysThey cock-up a lot of things, but you have to hand it to the locals. They are pretty damn good at parades. A pity they have no practical purpose.
2011-05-18| Billy the Brush saysthanks for some wonderful atmospheric photos …. for myself, I prefer stuff with humans in that your usual line in inanimate objects, no matter their technical brilliance!
2011-05-18| Billy the Brush saysNo practical purpose… you mean like the Mona Lisa, all forms of dancing and every song that has ever been written, not to mention football? Sad!!
2011-05-19| Barry saysFair comment. I am humbled. On the other hand, there are some dances and many songs that we would have been better without. Plus Leeds United in the 70s.