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From Thailand to "na camboggia"

Without the lodging change a little walk 'to the area before the river then to the markets close.

sale to tourists a lot of nonsense, clothing and beds for Thai food right in front of restaurants, there is everything and everything "cooked" at the time, so many smells (including unpleasant) and color combined with the heat are almost unconscious.

Contrary to the bed and felt the area farang nagging it is not chaotic, but it must certainly be seen in the riots that the streets are packed with all shops, restaurants, agencies, massage fish and whatever you can think of.

the evening sparkle dall'annichilente already bored of the signs I decided to walk and find a more peaceful place, through a channel and a street of restaurants known Thai (Thai-Chinese) and local outdoor tables.

One of the managers, and nicely without making sounds, catapult me \u200b\u200bto a menu giving me his desk, pen and paper, freedom of choice ...

At the next table a Western woman who saw me quite bewildered that I recommend the salad she was eating, well today I have to do anything J .

begin to talk and just tell him that I come from Italy starts talking in perfect Italian.

is Australian but the daughter of Italian immigrants, as many are here for business , sells clothing in markets around Melbourne, his city, hippie clothes to be precise, I could understand me ... besides that does other things quite special hippie would say a few months a year working and traveling in Asia, incredible woman Solar and full of positive energy, and after dinner we moved to a nearby library micro managed by an English course that also sells beer, drink, read no?.

The place is a bit 'on the edge of reality, there are 4 tables and guests "fixed" a little one English and Panza son ever to play the blues after a fair amount of beer, a German who lives in Bangkok from 9 years by selling spare parts for motorcycles in Germany, a retired Eastern Europe but scozzesizzato, and Sardinia with his wife, who has built boats for a lifetime, an African boy who stands there for days but no one knows why.

In this lively and seasoned angle spend the rest of the time chatting in their countries and lives, but most of Italy and definitely a step in that beautiful evening hilarious frame, then all to bed 23 to the city close and it all comes back, surreal desert, not a sound in the chaotic Bangkok.

Practically the last I spent two days touring the rest of the city and temples with her (and the usual people-relatives of tuc Tuccari - you always say that the temple is closed for only 10 baht and you will they visit other that no one knows, not even a Thai ... nenooo, oh well the first day but just bring all eh!! ), I have to leave for Cambodia and her return to her job but was really enlightening knowledge that gave me new aspects about Australia and its system (useful for when I'm there) as well as a dip in their memories of the beloved former "beautiful country" ... plus I got another friend from stress, I am becoming a burden on all continents J .

The next day at 7, a beautiful, bright morning in this peaceful corner of the city, the minivan will pick you up and off we go to the border.

arrive at Aranya Prathet and make us sit in the agency to fill out forms and get a visa, but I've been clear in Bangkok, are here only for transport, but they try to give me the visa them "for only" 1350 baht.

No handsome face from me, thanks ..

opposite but I attach a sticker kind of an orange square cm on the shirt saying wait for us the other side ... I'm not very convinced.

walk more than a mile from dust, trucks and donkey carts loaded as trucks, before arriving start killing people with a tag around his neck and trying in every way to make me get a visa with them, I was aware of this and eludes them even if with difficulty, I start asking around, police, tourist office and all they show me one of those cursed men who like condor expect smiling.

I no hurry and I am continuing my research, after 15 minutes with a military beret and sunglasses for drop blacks calling me, that makes me a sign with an eyebrow, chest out-militarized all-square looks at me from head to toe and I say to follow.

I exit door and smiling in Thailand told me after a foul, and say hello to me ... oh, well.

Actually it was the first thing I did when I was in line but some westerners have told me that you had to do before going out, nothing more stupid.

However, I do stamp the exit and entrance of Cambodia military in 36 seconds I stick the sticker on the passport, visa 800 baht a month. Half.

In the meantime, I find a pair, equal to his French Chandler, equal to her ... a thai thai, waiting for me thinking that they could share a taxi with me to Siem Reap but I tell him that he did everything Bangkok and that there should be someone waiting for me on this side, they look at the sticker and hesitant to follow me.

We do not have time to attend to the last things that we are surrounded by men in the neck with another card (type, Cambodian Tourism Association), we are told to follow them, I already started to strange but I see that all get on the free shuttle bus to the station, I speak of the agency and they tell me to follow them because of that.

We get on the bus and talking to tell me That adhesive that does not count and the fact that not having seen them will not begin to tell us what options we have to reach Siem Reap.

In fact, I have neither received nor anything, just the stupid sticker and no one was on the other hand, everyone in the minivan this morning they stopped there waiting to cross the border by taxi.

Doubts began to attack me but fortunately when I set the thing to Bangkok I left a deposit of only 200 baht and this morning when no one asked me the balance I so much less I spoke J .

We arrive at this station, brand new, looks like a small airport, just show us the resources available and the prices, inside us and only micro fast food deserts.

Now I'm not square, the rates are higher than what I know and I begin to say that I have to wait for those of the agency, they tell me that it is not, the money I've lost and I have to strength from them, I have no other options.

asks to be brought to the border but do not think about their own and if they laugh.

Even the couple with me is not at all in agreement on this matter but a little 'resigned to meeting began, I began to warm up and I demand an explanation from the two that I had been told to follow them on behalf of the agency but they pretend to say anything that is not true and I have to take the bus have their cha.

I begin to get excited slightly and I repeat my request to blow up one of them tells me that all red to turn back the tourists in Cambodia did not want him and decides who can enter or not ... all of a sudden I lay me down in front of that exhilarating exhortation and burst out laughing in his face, his blue back in the office.

Quiet and with a great face slapped me square in the waiting room began to think what to do, but after a few seconds I hear screaming my name, was the man who kindly asked me how the agency I was never waiting for the border, I explained what happened and he lashes out in fury on all the hominid station reproaching them for blatantly trying to "cheat" against us, especially with the impassioned Puffetto which becomes blue purple.

back to me and others to apologize on behalf of everyone telling us that everything is ok and in five minutes we leave for Siem Reap; they can come with us? I say referring to the Franco-Thai couple who had no reservations, I certainly respond, we're not Thai us, we are good people (imagine the face of the sweet little girl thai).

After 4 hours of van with six other foreigners and three of those evil, mendacious men who tried every minute with anyone (even me), to offer hotel and guest house with their fake smiles, we finally arrive at Siem Reap.

In sum ever border was more difficult, people really mean and false, a truly repugnant, misleading, though little has a border, bad first impression of this country.

Andrea, Siem Reap

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Some have written to me (long but I'm a goat, I know) saying that blog it was difficult to read because of color contrast, I hope it goes better

:-( Any suggestion is welcome ...

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The ways of the Buddha are almost endless ... or?

over the shock I find myself in my new bungalow with no guests and their animations ...

My idea was to rent a bike and run around the valleys of the north but the weather has decided, without asking permission, to give me two days of rain, 3 to tell the truth.

2 hours of sun, one hour driving rain and intermittent electricity, the light went away almost every night!

is rainy season and I can not help it, grrr ...

Except for a brief excursion to the hilltop temple in 1500 with the usual steps to deal with (because all the places of interest are rising? To better understand the ephemeral existence of man, you could not even understand plain? No!) the rest of the time I spent wandering around the town, quite a waste of time especially at night when you met groups of Anglo-Saxon kid with bottles of Johnnie Walked and mega joint smoking in the street (say Pai, which is a bit 'as in Lao Vang Vieng oldest and only hippie, I would say a lot ...), in practice I had to give up any walks and views the short period of stay granted me, I decided to leave the place and head south, Ayutthaya to be exact.

Waiting for the bus I found myself in a very good vegetarian restaurant next to my table and a curious pair, he seventy-three and her elderly Scottish lady in Thai traditional dress, odd couple to be honest and not very talkative only big smiles.

now retired, and only with young adults, understood that to stay in Scotland (in a neighborhood of Italian) was no longer the case, could hardly walk for a few leg problems and the board came so hard to make ends meet Pai decided to travel and has known her.

For five years he married and moved to his house fell in love with this place, lives in a nearby village and every day for lunch with his wife is here on his Harley Davidson, although not speak much because of the apparent cultural distance living happily together, sharing the last years of their life, smiling, serene and no "ailments", even those left them to their previous life ... beautiful J .

With the micro bus I'm back in Chiang Mai, at the station waiting for the night to Ayutthaya.

Bus really kitsch plastic and studded with psychedelic colors, but with comfortable reclining seats. ... So comfortable for me to pass out and wake up in Bangkok K!

At 7 o'clock in the morning I find myself in the station disoriented and sleepy, the only positive note, no one noticed that I had to get 3 hours before so I asked the difference J .

Quickly I avoid taxis and tuc tuc on my way close to the bus station, with great serenity and take the third after 15 minutes I found K hao San Road, meeting of all the farang, only around taxi tuc tuc but not particularly insistent, some stranger sitting in the bar with the last pint and slightly distorted face and a few others around in costume with bare feet, there will be beaches I say, no, I think they are "mushrooms."

tour in search of a property but can not see, hard to find them among the thousands of bright signs and my sleeping brain ...

I find myself in a square and a guy comes up to me after the usual questions from the script tells me that up to 15 everything is closed today because party holy Buddha , in fact everything is closed but it is true that it is 8 o'clock in the morning, and I want to take a tuc tuc and take a trip to the city, now all the temples are and free entry for only 10 baht you roam around the city ... oh, well.

I type shows a route on the map and say hello to me.

I remain a bit 'banned but continue my research.

After another 10 minutes I stopped, a professor of literature (he says) and tells me the same thing as the first, at the end called a tuc tucchista , stops him and I head to Ayutthaya, I find myself with "one" and "ino" into the plush seat ready for the tour.

In my mind, something is wrong and feel the smell of chicken, I, however, including fatigue, sleep warm and I decide to let me roam around the city and after a couple of temples, I find myself in a jewelry store, enter 5 minutes you pretend to be concerned, I get a coupon for 5 gallons of gasoline and you do not pay me the race today, ok?

Everything is clear now, but I accept it and enjoyed the whole morning, proceed as follows after each temple I find myself to be a tailor, a jeweler, a travel agency, for each stop dozens of foreign and local tuc tuc outside shops ... basically finish the morning with a wicked amount of VIP card, quotes and orders, complete with a score of versace facts to measure dozens of jewelry for family and friends, tours throughout Thailand in 10 days, of course, everything on the floor, fix it, after I returned from my managerial commitments, I must point out a software company in Sydney, I will the Gates of duemilasettordici, soon J .

Holy Buddha, Feast of Buddha dancer, stuffed heads of Buddha, the Buddha 7 eleven, you can not trust even your shadow when you're in Khao San Road (or surrounding areas), it seemed the election campaign of Berlusconi, but despite an immediate understanding of What I enjoyed today and shot all the temples in 4 hours.

find accommodation for the night, not happy, I decided to use the same system to see the city "a free ride" in the afternoon.

Without a guy and say, Chinatown but instead of haggling on the price we do on the number of shops, they are one and J .

The Chinatown truer than ever in eight months of travel, surreal, absolutely film.

that will suit the Asia there are more Chinese and Asian ... let me explain better.
All shops, jewelers, restaurants, leather goods, suinerie, ect ... they are Chinese or mix with the locals.
Since I set foot in Nepal (Tibet actually) everything is Confucian ideograms.

Each sign has both written Chinese viet, lao Chinese, Thai, Chinese, ect ... if in China there are about one billion two hundred million people in the world I'm sure there are many (maybe more), how many are in the world? Six billion? Well I'm absolutely convinced that almost half are Chinese (because I'm missing a lot of ground to be trampled underfoot !!!!), I do not know if it is clear ... the only problem was returning to gh at night under the flood, type I has led to the first tailor that came to mind, but from there we turn 5 more, each stop had already been there, depressed J .

However since the first day I got an idea of \u200b\u200bthe city, at least the surrounding area, but something has changed in the evening.

At 22 all, and I mean everything, has closed its doors, including 7 Eleven , curfew for a week.

In fact there was no great movement of tourists to the area stracaotica farang, because of problems in recent days between the red shirts and the government have drastically decreased attendance.

to 22.30 So nothing was moving, streets, bars, shops, all closed, no cars it sounds, only 2, 3 guest very central with open bar and the people disappeared at night, except lady boy , as big as cats and rats the usual inevitable flying cockroaches ... and I J .

really surreal.

The next day I sballonzolo the city trying to figure out how to get to Cambodia, there are less than 3 days at the end of the stamp Thai and I must hurry, c on the usual move of the tuc tuc friend of my coupons I carry around for tens of tat, government tourism agencies (although they only Calderoli local government).

I find the cheapest for 600 baht, I take you gh withdrawn from the border and across the direction you riaccatano Siem Riepe.

Despite the location of tripmagazine it seems ok for the price and speed of the thing, of course, the visa I do it to me at the border.

After the procession seeking a new home, as usual I can not sit still and find a completely perfect in an area near the Thai river, a paradise even with the free wi fi, do not believe it, all the guest and hotels in the main rounds of hell while they are quiet and serenity reigns supreme, plus a few Western faces, idyllic.

certainly was not easy to find, turning the prices and services There were numerous, for example I found one really cheap rooms but not larger than the bed, that was wedged at an angle, but with the added special night.

words, the sisters of the owner, if desired, could entertain a "card" all night for two!!

No if you look at my problems are increased with advancing age is 9 months I bear myself 24 hours a day and I see beings of the opposite sex, then the two together, as your sisters, not really thank you.

Andrea, Bangkok

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Chang Mai ...

is very pretty I admit, as a first taste of Thailand's what we wanted, but we always finish the meal ...

Wandering around the perimeter of the fortified everything seems very friendly, clean and sunny, apart from some local and western hotels "in" one in this place far enough away from the chaos of modern, take a walk along the temples, monasteries, local shops and small houses facing the street with their families taken from everyday life.

But the illusion did not last long, the first course, things change ...

Just outside the walls start to the main streets that extend over the city, one of which leads to night market, famous "attraction" of the place.

The buildings are changing and the signs are more bright, large, famous, buildings grow in height, so as the number of bars, shops, exchange, atm, massage and western food, are in Manhattan!

to reach the market shortly before dinner and is already bustling, and huge crowds and a river of people who are there for them do not understand where output is off.

There are thousands of stalls selling anything the mind can imagine, outdoor dining, all with kitchens / throws in and for the first time the fish new frontier of relaxation massage Asia.

This pleasure is a must in a series of tanks no higher than one meter where the individual stress-type, sitting on the edge with a cold beer courtesy, dive for a few minutes her legs to the knee and you munch on the micro fishes, are as bleak and, in several of whether the fight in order to have a pack attached to the shins, the beauty is that there are thousands around with lots of diving enthusiasts, foreigners of course.

Now I do not know if there are any benefits or not, might be used for the regrowth of pilu mascuolo (in case I hope women refrain), but it makes me a strange feeling to know that the crunch of the fish I skin, usually it's me that after a slight floured and a pleasant swimming in oil I draw the superb benefits J ... Revenge of the world will be a fish?

I dedicate the evening for dinner as usual at the local market - the night market is too crowded and busy - is small but quite stoic despite being virtually surrounded by "seven eleven" there are an infinity, is frequented mostly by locals and the food is excellent and cheap, there are also many foreigners, some young people with local youths, some less, but always with local young people, and some pretty vintage men who walk hand in hand with local women, but of the same age, relief.

As mentioned the "farang" are many and of all types, some are here on business, who played for seventy years it still feels a grouse, who is discovery of the Asian world with his or her friends, and those who travel alone without a goal and money (like me J), but the number of those will never be comparable to the number of bars, "go go bar "...

These bar I had never seen, and are usually open in the afternoon empty, but inside there is always an inexplicable number of young local girls pretty, pretty, dressed "hip" and always ready to indulge sweet nothings, the singing of the sirens once through the space in those three meters deep entry ... not I've never seen a full up to a few Western men lost in conversation in front of a pint, but I can not say more about it, even though the fantasy may lose its purpose, I follow the 22 are already in the room .... in the old L .

Eventually I allow myself a few more days in Chang Mai and the atmosphere amazing time despite started the rainy season and sometimes in the evening descends a short time, plus the Sunday there is an endless, colorful and real market for the city streets, all the streets lit banquet coming also from the surrounding areas, a very show of colors, smells, sounds and local authorities, other than night market.

But I must leave, I only have 2 weeks and 5 days there are many, I decide to head to Pai, hippy town near the border with Myanmar, the area, according to some guys met in Lao, is perhaps one of the most beautiful in the country, will be doing a solo tour.

I start with the local Bussetto microbe and saturated, the route to Pai through mountains and hills and then deal of ascents, descents and corners, plus the contraption has a small problem, in order to put the third gear must stop the descent at the beginning (or end of the slope) and picking up speed, 4 hours of pleasant madness even for a trip of 140 km ... at least we enjoy a beautiful landscape L .

Arrival in the afternoon and given the scale of the place was pretty easy to find accommodation and excellent price, 100 baht for a large room, with new and bathroom, all clean, it is certainly a bit 'strange room as the only at that price, with a large area covered with white tiles and a huge sink instead of a wall, a huge wooden table with some fly just over the garden neighbors will be happy J .

I make a tour of the town and known now many bars, tattoo and massage centers, residents are quite diverse, there are many Thai traditional dress from the nearby hills, Muslim (Chinese I think), several many local and foreign alternative alternative, all tattooed with dreadlocks and western girl behind the bike, once the parties have been reversed.

The air is very quiet in the few minutes I had almost circled the town and of itself does not offer anything, are beautiful areas in the nearby hills, they organize many treks especially Mae Hong Son where you can visit one of the villages of the "famous" ethnic P adaung (refugees from Burma), where are the so-called "giraffe women" ... even from Chang Mai proposed trips of this kind but information I think is a better thing to do.

All this has taken a turn rather concern, has become a kind of "zoo" attraction for tourists and flash (of their dollars to be exact), the Thai government decided to create a kind of "ghetto-villages" without any normality, tradition, dignity , live only with tourist dollars, not because they make it clear.

I do not know maybe wrong, but I do not like what I've read too many reasons to prefer to rent a bike and turn the villages alone in the crowd as always.

We're really going beyond the limit, combine what the world ...?

before dinner time starts to tantrums so I decide to go in changing room, turning on the light of some well-known ant that wanders on the basin within the bathroom and waiting for 4 Cockroach giant sketch for the hanging my laundry on the floor and the shower in his hand ... I try to direct them towards the water drains on the floor but they swim back to have fun and start to flutter on the walls ... and I go out of the lady of gh to ask if it has something to ask them to leave the room.

Still smiling and pulls out a kind of Baygon the size of a fire extinguisher and together we go to her daughter in the room.

She is stunned and begins to spray some spray so the blatterfly start to go crazy but do not surrender, the fight is so uneven that eventually the lady picks up a bag and catch a bare hand, frenzied.

tells me that everything is ok, no problem and goes, I think for a moment and I run after, I ask him if he can leave the fire extinguisher for the night, just in case ...

starts to rain and thunder, running back and close the door, I headed to the center of the room ... everything is moving, everywhere, my clothes, personal effects, the backpacks, the basket, the walls, "it seems" that everything is moving ... the two sprays generated the wrath of nature, room is invaded by flying insects, bacaschifezze hopping and running everywhere, ants of all sizes and colors, millipedes, ect.

whole world in one room ... crazy.

I remain motionless a few seconds in between them to observe everything and figure out what to do while a song takes my mind ... fantastic trip Pai Pai, Pai Pai're never alone, Pai Pai with you ... all the entomological

Within seconds I realize I have to change room and head towards the door, but a spider as big as a tart of white mill hangs on the handle, is big time, and gray ...

Panic, still numb and desperate look at the Thai Baygon and reluctantly head to the handle, he staggers to the ground and I go out in the flood running in the driveway trying to avoid toads, snails and Ambaradan all that rain has caused, I am sure the lady who wanted to change room and gives me the key to one of the bungalows, one of those raised, To tell the truth all the rooms are well except mine, because it is cheap here.

While back in the room the lights go out, and completely soaked with her head resting on the door I decided to go to dinner, later I will move that we do not always think about them ...

The head never the same old song ...

Andrea, Pai

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This time, the public bus was really tight and full, but not humans, few have spent the trip with his head out the window (in fact the road was really incredible curves between mountains and infrastructure disasters ), but objects, boxes, bags "animated", tables, pieces of furniture and plants unfeasible, a smiling lady I placed a jar with a tree right next to me took a little 'wild of the night.

After 13 hours I find myself in front of the sign at the border check out , on the bank of the river that separates Thailand from Laos.

I take the "raft" that acts as a cop and I find myself on the other side.

the Thai border all saw pictures and simple anything slips just a stamp with the date of entry and an exit with that.

The bad thing is that for those traveling by land grant only 14 days off and having to see the north (it deserves) and Bangkok in 2 weeks is very bad news.

Without wasting time I reach the bus station, walk the course without Maranza with the tuk tuk, and after half an hour are on the bus to Chang Rai.

The landscape is very similar to the one just left, green lush, stilts houses and temples, a bit 'more kitsch, the only difference is the blow-ups scattered throughout the king and his wife with the "hoods", scary, oh I forgot, the "templetti" for the spirits have a pious bit 'more meager, empty but still kitsch.

is I've never spoken, but almost everywhere from Vietnam, near the houses, in front of shops, hotels, street, surrounded by nature, everywhere, the Asian Buddhists are very superstitious, so before "remove" to the spirits of the land space to build them a small house, a micro temple where they can stay and find peace, are also made daily offerings to keep "good", which offers food, drinks, liquor, cigarettes, incense, statues, all are very exaggerated and some have entire walls filled with all good things to prevent their "anger" manifests itself in illness and misfortune, I find them really beautiful.
I will mention one more step Terzani's book, describes it so well ..:

"because ... the pious were happy, at peace and were not ordinary mortals would give trouble in any corner of the city, every street, in front of every house there were temples dedicated to them and the people he cared always leave the food, the small wooden elephants, dancers in chalk, a glass full of alcohol and beautiful, fragrant flower garlands of jasmine. Every time that you were the foundations of a new house or digging a well, now you also made a small altar to the Spirit of the Earth to apologize for the trouble with those jobs given to him and ask him for protection in time to come. With the deals, which were then made regularly to the altar, he renewed apologies and prayers. If in the course of certain work was necessary to cut a tree, there was a special ceremony by which called for the pious of the plant permission to use the saw against him ... "

that great ...

Arrival and now I start looking for a guest, and exhausting stubborn begin my solitary walk, in just two hours (lunch time 166 °) runs throughout the city by tracing a path in the shape of horse from the station, south of the city ', to the river to the market to finally find a cheap accommodation right near the bus station where I dropped the first two hours, more so, I'm just a billy goat!

The city has nothing special except some beautiful monastery and a gold watch in the middle of an intersection.

Despite part of the famous golden triangle what I've read and heard from other travelers, the area now is nothing but a sort of attraction for tourists, in fact, all these agencies offer "idiopacchetti" exploiting the reputation of taking place back over the "streets of opium" to a sign, useless.

are certainly interesting to visit the hills with the different ethnic tribal organizing treks, but also through agencies or even renting a car, practically time and money, this time I did not either so I stopped one night and visit the city.

Let's say that as a first approach is all very quiet and peaceful, there are few local shops and western, but rather many many massage centers.

Before dinner I headed to the night market near but not least attracts my interest, on the counters the usual sights and magazines, I bought some socks, my "equipment" is slowly abandoning me J .

Immediately after mangled duck with rice on the street I head toward the hotel, more than 24 hours have not slept, while I take my way home girls are starting to emerge from the massage parlors that I will catapult him screaming "thai massage" "Total body", "as here sir", etc ... around there are very few tourists so they jump on the only idiot that whistling at 20 back to the hotel, I struggled with many difficulties and not go back to the guest.

Now I understand why all these centers ...

The next morning I headed to sneak to do with the station avoiding the road "teacher" even though in the distance, at 10 am, the girls are already in movement.

I'm heading to Chang Mai cultural symbol of the nation, a city of poetry and shopping (as my friend calls it), hopefully good mah.

The city is surrounded by a canal, protected by walls built in the days of the frequent military incursions into Burmese in the country, creating a square where precisely lies the old city.

Arrive at North Station and all threw themselves into the usual tuk tuk exorbitantly priced brokers and a guest house, as Thailand is tuuuuuutti other countries.

I slip away and head towards the main road where I start to stop that kind of collective taxi "truck" red information on pricing, we move from 80 to 20 bht, the actual fare, taken.

I do stay close to the Chinese market, but my latest interpretation of the maps are often water path and after a couple of miles I find myself in the zone of night market, the modern, just the other side of my destination, just over 2 km from the old town, where I had decided to stay.

desperation and encouraged by a gas station that I laughed from the news takes breath and go on ... even today, more than 4 km backpack, lunch hour course L .

After a brief search to find a decent guest private bath on the balcony, the staff is nice, I died, plus the place is quiet kid and no Anglo-Saxon music gun, clean and free wi fi, I am only sorry for the builders in front of my balcony ...

Tour for the city and is quite quiet and nice, plus there are few tourists, it must be because of the unrest in Bk, I follow the story every day and I would not like it.

Turning to the center done in a street full of stalls, music and people right in front of a temple, even within a matter of fact, a river of people occupying the perimeter is closed to vehicles.

is the Wat Chedi Luang, a beautiful temple bombed during the conflict with the "burmesi", however the ruins are beautiful despite the very top damaged, there is some occurrence that it is impossible to understand, and everyone laughs I do not respond, oh well ...

Around is a party with all families, the elderly, children, monks, are bidding together, raise money, play and pray, never seen anything more beautiful in a religious place, a kind of temple-carnival- festival (I know terrible definition), absolutely radiant, even the monks observe and participate in fun.

I of course I try to test the reliability gastronomic ladies as I pass from one temple to another, jumping, however, that the banquet of delicacies, worms of all sizes and colors, bacamostri, grasshoppers, the usual fauna to gratin short, but before or I'll have to try ... maybe then I can feel it.

Until the night was a bustle of people, the thing that struck me most, although I must say is a feature of nearly all the countries visited sin'ora, 's happy and harmonious participation of all ages.

Seniors, adults, adolescents and children.

Together cheerfully, have fun and joined in all activities forever.

From what I remember is no longer true in our society tends to "freezing" of relations at the time of foreclosure, of affection.

During my teenage years (I think even today), the characteristic of young people has always been to group isolation "snubbing" the presence of adults and do not even remember why, but in these countries there is an sort of total sharing, nice, sweet, heartfelt.

Maybe then at some point found in groups with friends and girls, but always without exceeding or staying up late at night, almost always a healthy and joyous entertainment, daily interaction, sharing relationship that makes me happy and always think, more and more.

I miss a bit, 'I miss my country's past, one of trust, love and family, sharing and respect, I hope one day we'll return to talk about "priority" ... the real ones though.

voluntary exile at the time, I enjoy the sweetness in the gestures of others .... We lose.

Andrea, Chang Mai