Are you looking for a unique, dark, twisted and magical temple? Have you had enough of seeing temples which just all look the same? Thailand is hiding a delightful treasure for you and you have to see it! Read on to discover the black temple in Chiang Rai, Thailand with Teacake. Let’s go!
Say the word ‘temple’ and you’ll most likely think of calm, peaceful, nice stuff where Buddhists are chilling out, ornate statues are looking pretty fine and everyone is on their best behaviour. Screw all of that, push it through some seriously creative minds and what do you get? Thailand’s craziest White Temple in Chiang Rai. The most badass, messed up place you’ve ever seen! Thailand, you never fail to amaze me. Welcome to Wat Rong Khun, the White Temple of Thailand!
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The tides are changing. You feel it in your gut that it’s time to leave home and welcome travel into your life…but can you do it? Can you leave your house, your job, your friends, your favourite food that only your Mum cooks? YES you can. You MUST. Here’s why.
Some people work like crazy with fierce blood, sweat and tears to save up enough money to buy a house. What is some peoples’ dream, is Teacake’s nightmare. Owning a house is my WORST nightmare. If I did bad stuff and the earth police told me I had to buy a house and live there forever, I would cry a river. I would be like one of The Prisoner’s buddies, desperately holding hands with him as we tried to escape from the island and THAT white ball.
Back in May 2013, I was lucky enough to catch the last glimpses of the desolate, fizzy pop mecca of Pepsi in Battambang. When I arrived, a few men were carting off antique machinery and left me to it. This super cool factory unfortunately got into the claws of the Khmer Rouge in 1975 and was promptly shut down. It stood there firm in the ground until September 2013, until it was regrettably torn down with its fate sealed to be transformed into a water plant. Read on to step inside a piece of history which has unfortunately crumbled and been swiftly thrown into Cambodian dust.
Travelling changes you forever. Taking that brave step into the unknown world will blast you apart and the pieces will not go back together as originally assembled. Some parts of your unique jigsaw will be lost forever, other pieces will grow an extra arm or leg, some will expand, others will minimise and some will refuse to fit in even if they’re in the box. Here are some of the stark pieces in my jigsaw that have stood out to me over the last 5 years: the good, the bad and the ugly.
As I’ve got older, the amount of times I’ve read women’s magazines and tutted with an unpleasant concoction of frustration, disappointment and disdain has steadily increased. You just don’t need that crap in your life. They make you feel fat, they name and shame your fellow female comrades and they encourage you to spend a hell of a lot of money on stuff to make yourself beautiful in this society, when already, you are totally rocking it girl.
You’re racing along the water, holding onto the wooden sides of the boat as the waves throw you back and forth. The wind runs its slick fingers through your hair and the sun throws its glorious rays down upon you. Everything feels amazing. You’re high on the undeniable beauty of Palawan and cannot wait to hop off onto your next island as you sail through El Nido’s infamous Tour C. Slowly your next destination emerges…What adventures await you here?
13 years old. Wide-eyed, totally confused about my inner self and drenched in the blackest of the blackest goth attire because, hey, it’s the year 2000 and nu-metal has completely engulfed me. Stomping forwards in my ruby-red cracked DMs with no real grace through the streets of London, Brixton, I’ve just pulled myself out of the darkest, sweat-inducing, beer-flowing walls of the Academy. I’m high on the electrifying riffs of Slipknot and dizzy from all of the thrashing and mayhem. I charge like a baby rhino towards the tube to return home, because my parents have warned me, people ‘are going to rob me for every penny’ here. Head down, ploughing through, ascending the concrete station steps, nearly there then…