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…
A pumpkin cake in my stomach, Noi, a Mahout, an elephant and me started to climb the mountain in the jungle for a morning walk.
I can’t remember which blogger said that but this quote is one of my Mantra for this trip: “when you travel, you vote with your dollars”. That sentence made sense when I had to search for a place to spend some time with elephants.
Thierry and Arnaud invited me to this big reunion of French people met on the way. How could I say no! With my little experience of traveller I know that it could be a great night or a disaster, depending on which kind of “French” they were. Fortunately, they were the good ones and even if it’s really hard to enter a group in which everybody already knows everybody, I had an amazing time that night.
Thailand is really open in terms of graffiti and street art. I doubt it’s legal but they are everywhere!
The Wanderlust Queens Project 