Over the past 24 hours, I have:
Gone spelunking. Nobody told me that caves were so damn beautiful. And now I know the difference between stalagmites and stalactites.
Driven my little self over 200 kilometers on a bike through the most beautiful scenery I’ve ever
scene seen. Yes I wore a helmet. Yes it was the best thing I’ve ever done.
Spent a night with a village of long necks, a Burmese tribe (now refugees) whose women wear long golden coils around their necks, if they so choose. Please google it. I have never felt so welcomed by strangers, or slept in such a remote village, or been so struck by the beauty of cultural tradition.
Cried once because I was on a bumpy road that I did not like. Cried once because I was struck by the occurrence and the meaning of Good Friday. Cried zero times after my camera decided to experience a lens error and cease to function forever (shit happens).
Come back to my home away from home in Pai and watched a gorgeous sunset from what is either a tree house or a bamboo hut. Either way, it’s paradise.
More to come soon (I promise!)