In a small town, you run into people you know by accident. You learn people’s names and can go to a restaurant and order ‘the usual’. You have more time and can get more done, and people greet you in the street with recognition and a smile.
A few weeks ago I had a crystallising moment. I visited the breakfast hut and ordered Avacado eggs with salmon, ‘the usual’. I looked at my phone, and paused. The thought of spending the next four years reading scary Trump/Brexit news filled me with a mixture of boredom and dread.
So I put my phone back in my bag, and watched the staff cook my breakfast. I was really impressed by how efficient they were. I havn’t looked at the news since.
I have enjoyed Thailand. I like the uniquely Bhuddist culture, the friendliness of the locals and that something unexpected happens every day. The food is great, bargains can be found but no-one is selling too hard.
But, alas, I must move on. My visa has expired, and the controlled burning has put a smog over the valley that would concern a Chinese weatherman. I have a bus back to civilisation tomorrow, then I’m back on the road.