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Coming back to the vegetarian festival is always interesting! You see Phuket in a new light! The island looks pretty with it's festoons and yellow flags. The temples come alive with chants and incantations , fireworks  trances and body piercings ...so much of activities topped by the camouflaged Tofus on an overdrive ! Cannot complain really - found my dragon pants and dragon "dugdugi " as my carry home memorabilia :)










The trance reminded me so much of the "Shitala thakurer bhor hoya " during the Choroker mela when I was young . There was this lady dressed in perfectly shocking pink outfit giving out shocking pink blessed bands! I was a lucky receiver :) Of course the  atmosphere was charged with fervor and devotion,  but I was left wondering if the trance is at all real . But the fun lies in soaking in the festivities, sampling the food that looks deliciously non vegetarian , but tastes oh-so-bland in the end ..and laughing over the fact that vegetarian Thai food is as deceptive as a goodlooking guy with an empty head!


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  1. sharmila14 October 2012 at 10:23

    ha ha last line is a good one. Informative! I am glad you are enjoying...:)

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  2. amrita16 October 2012 at 07:19

    Sharmila :))) something to laugh about ! really ! yes I am enjoying ..a bit lonely at times , but enjoying nonetheless!

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