We’re barreling through the northern Thai countryside in a mini-bus with 10 strangers, headed for the Lao border.
The scenery, as you’d expect, is gorgeous: rice paddies (flat, not terraced like the ones we saw in India); rolling hills, lively markets, tired farmers, grannies on scooters, bright flowers, endless banana trees, ramshackle straw huts, and of course, the ubiquitous wats (temples).
When we boarded the bus I got a glimpse of the attendance sheet and saw which countries our fellow passengers are from. Riccardo and I had to sit separately (last people to be picked up = slim pickings for seating) so I shared my detective work with him via iPhone. Yes, I’m a dork.
It’s unclear when we’ll get to Chiang Khong, or what we’ll find when we do. I’ll let you know.