Wednesday afternoon, and four days after the Khao Yai expedition. I was in the back of another pickup truck, bumping along a mud track into the jungle. This time the location was Kui Buri district, 300km south west of Bangkok on the Thai Myanmar border.
Read MoreBefore the monsoon rains fall and the red earth is washed away, there is always a blast of hot air heralding its imminent arrival, that will break branches and tear giant palm fronds from their bending trunks and send them sailing into the skies. Bamboo forests bow to its savagery, and the older more brittle stems will snap or become uprooted and are left hanging like fishing poles over forest streams and rivers.
Read MorePortraits of Crab-eating macaques, sitting on the promenade wall in Prachuap Khiri Khan, Thailand.
Read MoreAlthough he is yet to talk, and for most of his day lives in his own special world, Pat likes to jump and he likes to sing.
Read MoreLike many in the world, having been a virtual prisoner for months, stuck inside, deprived of fresh air and social contact, I was very pleased when travel restrictions were lifted in Thailand and I could leave Bangkok and travel to the beach for a couple of weeks. A sea breeze, sand between my toes, a warm sultry sea and the opportunity to take a few photos.
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