New Year's Eve started with a trip to the farm and another cooking school. I think that Omar called ahead and ordered us all sombreros!
We were all given our own cooking stations.
The aspiring chefs in action.
Cooking is so much more fun when your ingredients are prepped for you (after you have picked it fresh from the garden)…and every time you turn to use a different pot, it has been washed for you. No prepping, no clean up, just the pure joy of cooking. Is this a great country or what?
Night time was magic. There were Christmas lights, fireworks and floating lanterns.
A friendly, festively-dressed lady boy with lanterns.
Up..
Up..
and away...
The sky was alive.
Along the moat that surrounds the Old City.
In the hallway of a very dark bar, we heard "Jim?" Rosie (blond at back left) was doing her dive master training at Oceans Five in Gili Air (where Jim trained) when we were visiting Gili Air in October. We spent a few evenings together. Her mom and sister had met her for the holidays. The world gets smaller each day:)
One of the Buddhist Wats on New Year's Eve. Strings hung from the ceilings to their heads, a sign of good luck.
The monks doing blessings.
A New Year's Eve pancake snack. (Remember banana pancakes Natalie? Some things have not changed:))
There were many stages, with lots of lights, and many bands….
Singing and dancing...
Food stalls serving everything imaginable...
Vendors selling anything and everything...
And people…more people…and more people on the streets….
Apparently everyone from Thailand was here to celebrate.
Of all the markets we have been to…these are the biggest, and have the most variety. Everywhere you turn there is a stall with something different than the last.
and more people!
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