. . . . . . . . Alina

Happy shoppers on the way back from the market

I have absolutely no idea what day it is, if it's morning or evening, where we are or what kind of animal the 7 cm long creature on my desk is. It's got 2 tails though...? It's been a huge bunch of hours travelling already and I believe there is another 48 hours of constant rides left to go, by all sorts of vehicle and by both land and water, til we reach our destination #1 in Laos. I don't even know the name of the city, but they better make me a proper coffee when I get there.


Morning ride with my favourite tuktuk driver man.

I do know though, that a bus dropped us off at this guesthouse, in the middle of nowhere, about an hour ago. Apparently the people here are gonna help us out with the visas we need to cross the border to Laos. "Photos will be taken at 6.00 pm, dinner is served at 7!!!" Orders from the chubby man who checked and KEPT my passport. And he wants heaps of money from us too, that greedy thing.







Chiang Mai was a pretty place. We went to the most beautiful night-light market, had some monday session and french fries with the tigers in one of the 239846 temples around and somehow got a VIP table next to the ring at the Muai Thai boxing championship. The boxers had funny shorts.


Luke shared my opinion about the boxing dresscode and bought his own shorts.