Arriving in Muang Khua, five hours down river from Hat Sa, it was all familiar and homey. I had noodles to make up for no breakfast, then hiked across the crazy suspension bridge to my crazy guest house.
No one was around, so I checked myself in, threw my shite in the same room and claimed my spot on the balcony. I was halfway through a cigar before my host showed up. He was, as ever, boisterous and gracious. "Sit, sit, drink the water, drink whiskey, dinner at 6:30 ok ok?"
This is the view of the dinner vege being picked for tonight's meal.
Sometimes slow to dead-stop is the best Travelling speed.
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