If you know Southeast Asia well – particularly Bangkok – you’ll get the inside joke of this URL immediately.
Anywhere you romp in that region, you come across small shrines. Early morning offerings always feature loose change, a smoldering stick of incense, one bowl of rice and several garlands of prayer flowers. In the middle of it is usually a bright red bottle of Fanta … with a bendy straw jutting from the neck, aimed at the mouth of a crumbling statue.
I grew up in Alabama. The Southern Baptists of my hometown believe Jesus drank austere, red wine from a wooden grail.
Buddha wants something fizzy and full of sugar. He’s laughing. He’s got a gut and a bendy straw. I fell in love with Asia in 2003. I’ve been back too many times to count and have spent the last seven winters there, thawing out for 4 months at a stretch.
I’m smitten with a culture and a place that puts so much whimsy in spirituality. To me, the sacred necessitates smiling. This is the region that first inspired me to be a travel writer … the bottles of Fanta, specifically.
The world is a crazy, bizarre, happy catastrophe of a place. I want to explore as much of it as I can before I sign off, and this travel blog is where all those attempts get cataloged.
I don’t believe in taking life too seriously. I don’t believe you have to lose your sense of wonder or stop believing in magic, just because you passed your 11th birthday. I’m well into adulthood … and I still go outside to play.
Even Buddha Drinks Fanta.
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