I flew north to Chiang Rai, my favourite spot two years ago.
It is still peaceful and lovely, but growing a bit. Unfrtunately I didn’t get
to spend much time with any of the people that became our Chiang Rai family last
time round. I still had drinks at the bar ‘Peace House’ every evening, with the
friendly Sanpet for company.
I managed to get a bit of writing about politically correct
language in teaching down, so only a few more hours of focus needed for that
assignment. As all travellers find at some point (especially when on your own),
talking to strangers you usually explain your origins and questions are
exchanged about purpose or location or time of your adventures. I am getting
tired of explaining I am not really on holiday and I just wanted to re visit
friends blablabla..then I go and recloosively open my laptop to do some reading
or research for the presentation or essay I have to do soon.
It rained a bit on and off in Chiang Rai, I was lucky to see
a few of the crew there, but resolved to return again…I wonder if I can manage
it? I ate at the night market each eve, much more solitary than last time
round, where was everyone hiding? Low season I guess. I did get a job offer
though, so who knows where I might end up in a year or so?
So this morning I bussed to Chiang Mai, only 3 hours on a
VIP bus, super comfortable and of course CM is easy as to figure out. Sunday is
night market so walked around the foody bit and got a feast of various asian
foods, then sat on damp seating and munched away. I flittered around the
streets with yawns escaping. I think I will have an early night because I’m sad
my friend Yung isn’t here. He was yesterday, but our paths corssed on the road
between here and there. Funny how things like that happen, I talked to him and
said I will see him in 2 more years.
