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On the other side''on purpose "Staying

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