No need to say that everybody felt sick the next day and that we all went to bed early. It was my last day in Pai so I made sure to say good bye to all the places I’ve been, before chilling in a hammock at the Jazz bar and on a couch in the easy garden with the boys.

I woke early the next day to catch my bus to Chiang Mai. 

My stomach was painful and the fact that everybody in Pai felt the same make me think about the fact that a virus was in the air. It’s something that you have to know. When you are backpacking and you meet somebody, the first questions are always the same:

– what’s your name

– where do you come from

– for how long and where are you going?

– soooo… Do you feel ok or are you sick?
Poo and vomit are a big subject here and I know, you don’t want to imagine two people just meeting talking about the taboos subjects with no shame but I promise it’s true. 

Taking that mini van, in the heavy curved roads from Pai to Chiang Mai really pushed my stomach to the far deep end but with the help of a young lady traveling in the van with me and her tricks, everything went “fine”. She gave me a bit of ginger root and told me to put that in my bottle water. Hell it was good.
I arrived at the bus station in Chiang Mai half asleep, half sick. Checked for some tickets to go to Ayutthaya but everything made me arrive really late in the night or was serially expensive. I was not happy with the idea of arriving at 3am in a city that I didn’t know.

I dealt with a guy waiting on a chair to go to the train station for 60 bahts as no taxi wanted to take me there (b*****ds!) and was really surprised when I understood he will drive me there with the help of a little scooter… My heavy backpacks and I went in the back of the scooter and I prayed so much to not die like that that day. 
I jumped out of the scooter after the 10 minutes ride. That’s when I understood that even with all my shit on my back, I could take the scooter taxi. My entire world was illuminated. It’s quick (not necessarily safe) and cheap.
  

I managed to find a ticket to Ayutthaya for 265 bahts, in third class. A bargain, I tell you. So ok, I had to arrive at 3am and I had nowhere to sleep except on my bag but it was CHEAP. The train was leaving 10 minutes later, just the time to buy a bottle of water and here I am, on my own, sitting on a dirty seat in the back of a slow train, ready for a new adventure. While I was watching the sunset and the railway passing down my feet, I thought about everything I lived already in these two weeks in Thailand. So far so good!