rain

this morning, up before dawn to return to the temples, only a vague and hopeful window in the grey skies...the dawn light dulled and then darkened as the sky turned black and the rain fell and fell and fell a little harder...weather forecast offering only rain and thunder for the next week or so which puts trekking on hold...

and then the bus, which wasn't waterproof...nor the one that we had paid for...front seat waterfalls upon leg and bags we floated upstream to chiang mai for a night, pausing only when the incline of the road pushed the engine beyond its capabilities, again in the middle lane of three..

but later there was an excellent reggae band with a horn section...possibly one too many caipi's and a foggy headed morning which should lead to pai for a few days without need for alarm clock and then back here to chiang mai before heading off in the approximate direction of laos....and just maybe over these next days the jaded cynical viewpoint of this increasingly uniform world...or maybe some hippy dippy romantic views of travel...