Potential new motto: The following selection of photos from the final days of our hiatus and first few days back in Portland is presented without any photo editing or enhancement. So there you go.
A few mere days ago, the final strolls through Bangkok
This morning in SE Portland
It was a surreal return to Portland this week, with brisk air, the plethora of golden and red leaves, warm, gigantic cats and mug after mug of tea to soothe the sore throat I felt develop, gulp by gulp, over the course of 17 hours in the air. This mix of jet lag and a cold remains, where I sleep a few hours here and there and realize that I’ve watched three episodes of Masterchef Junior US with J. Legume over bowls of grits and tempeh bacon, before the sun has even risen. We departed for our hiatus a few days into autumn, and now we’re back, and I’m already craving snow.
One week earlier in Phnom Penh, Cambodia
Getting out of the apartment and into Portland
I’m in no rush to get back into a schedule..it’s one I need to figure out. Every day, which has been broken up oddly by naps, makes it stranger and stranger to be that much further away from our riveting day by day travels and new experiences.
And from our tuk tuk ride to the Phnom Penh airport
A trio of manicures for J. Legume, Chelsea and myself, that final night in Bangkok
The past six weeks were spent in serious heat, with sunburns to show for it. I’m slowly catching up on email and reopening google docs, while pondering future projects. First up, practically around the corner, is co-hosting Vida Vegan’s Holiday Hors D’oeuvres & How Tos Class on December 7 in NE Portland, which means it’s time to get well and get cracking on revamping goat cheese spreads, the notion of pumpkin-chanterelle pate and seriously spiced syrups.
Suvarnabhumi Airport, 3am
The exhausting morning of our return,staying in from the storm
And now I’m reflecting, on my couch, underneath a cat once again. Even under the weather, it’s so dang cozy to be back in our apartment, which feels luxuriously like home, being so warm and considerably well stoked on flour, grains and spices. We have a kitchen!
Making use of my jet lag before my cold truly sunk in
I don’t remember much about our first morning back, after a dear friend dropped us off back home. We unpacked a little, hugged our gigantic cats, and after briefly debating passing out or if either of us had the energy to walk down the street to New Seasons, I hobbled into the kitchen, sliced garlic in what felt like slow motion, grabbed some dried chili peppers, and put on some water to boil for the capellini I spotted above the fridge in the pasta jar. I have so much appreciation for my catsitters and dual catsitter/housesitter as it is, but an extra thank you to Janessa for leaving some Gardein and baby spinach around that I could spoon onto our plates before we crawled into bed. I realize this post has lost any cohesion, which really makes it that much more authentic, because I’m getting flashbacks of the endearing level of exhaustion and hunger we felt after Delta ‘glitched’ our special meal requests for the flights home as I go over this. I have nothing positive to say about our meals on the way there, Asian Vegetarian for me and Vegetarian Non-Dairy for J. Legume, but being that it was at least something to pick at, that we paid substantially for in our ticket price, I had some mildly depressing rage issues about the situation.
One thing I miss: hot bowls of breakfast ramen in Phnom Penh
Spending less than $2 on most meals — and such exciting meals, and seeing the price tags on life around it, really makes re-access the spending I do on a near daily basis. It makes me feel uncomfortable, and already, I cook most of our meals as it is.
With only a few days in town, it’s been interesting seeing where both of our thoughts go, homemade meal wise, the missed cravings, reasonable costs and seasonal influence alike, and how our spending and habits can unfold in the future…
More to come on our grand adventures in SE Asia, including nearly every single thing we ate at the Thai Vegetarian Festival, budget travel as a vegan, and what project sparks it’s already inspired. In the meantime, it’s back to projects and the Portland reality. And resting on the couch with season 2 of Grimm.
The continuation of Portland life: toasted red rice milk, soaking
And you’d like peruse to the earlier installments of our travels: