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.
In the morning, two French guys were having a coffee in the outdoor area of the Lazy hostel. I don’t like talking in the morning. I don’t like to talk to French people just because I’m French. That could have started badly but we actually begin to laugh together and they nicely proposed me to carry me and my backpacks to my hostel in the center. I’ve been waking up in a pretty bad mood but it was the beginning of a brilliant day!
Sometimes, doing NOTHING is the thing to do.
The wake up was sad but I booked a lesson of yoga with Mam Yoga so I woke up Paul and Ben that I met the night before, they wanted to try the yoga in Pai.
I promised myself few month ago to never ride a mountain bike in my life again after I thought I will collapse after 8 hours on the cliffs in South England.
You need to have a strong stomach and a lot of time in front of you to spend if you want to go to Pai. This little hippie town in the North mountains of Thailand is, said the Lonely Planet, “more a place to live and a state of mind than a place where you will visit”. Not a lot of lines to describe the place, I just take my chance and buy a ticket to go there.
The night before, I met some German dude, cool as hell, Marcel from Holland, Fabio from Italy and Evgeny from Russia. We went to the night market then to a cool Rasta bar in the center. We finished the night eating a too much noodle soup bought in the 7-eleven at the corner of the street. This place start to be my favorite shop in Thailand…
The Wanderlust Queens Project 