Awake in a room beside a narrow brook one morning, I put T-shirt and pants on my body, a pair of sandal on my feet. With my backpack and sunglasses, I start my day in Damnoen Saduak, about 100 kilometres away from Bangkok, when the hot season just begins in March.
Not far from the room that I rent near the brook, a rice noodle booth stands beside the lane. The lady who owns the booth waves to me as I am walking closer and closer like every other morning I did.
“One bowl of rice noodle, one cup of coke full of ice cubes as always, please!” This is my routine menu for breakfast; the booth lady can cook it for me in less than 5 minutes. A simple breakfast electrifies my day at the beginning.