The valley is on fire. The locals are preforming a controlled burn of all the dead foliage, and the smoke is making everything taste funny.
Life here has settled nicely. The locals call me ‘Mister James’, and I get extra food in my portions.
I hired a bungalow half a mile out of town, and I’m enjoying the solitude. Most travellers only stay in Pai for a few days, so after my fourth cycle of friends I decided to stop trying.
The house is cool, my bathroom has a resident lizard that I have named Littlefoot. I have no curtains, so the dawn through my window is my alarm clock.
All the spare time makes a good atmosphere for exercise. As I can see the White Bhudda from my bedroom, the three hundred steps make for a fun jog.
And I’m a regular at the Thai boxing gym now. Thai people take a ‘western’ nickname, as their true name is unpronounceable. For some reason, my trainer has chosen the name ‘Taliban’ 😂
I have a few more massage lessons this weekend, before I move on next week.