Chiang Mai, actually. And to be completely honest , I'm feeling a touch queezy due to a bold, or irresponsible atempt at consuming a local version of a tunafish sandwich.
My dad tells this story, that cracks me up, about a colleague of his on an archaeological dig down in Mexico. This apparently well educated guy was determined to "go local" by eating and drinking without taking your typical precautions with foreign dining. As the story goes, he never did get used to the foreign bacteria in the food and drink but was hospitalized almost constantly during their extensive stay south of the boarder.
Anyhow, we arrived in Chiang Mai today after a three-train adventure that started in Bangkok and ended some 24 hours later here in the mountains of northern Thailand. We flew past endless expanses of rice paddys, dense jungles and muddy brown rivers. This morning I was lucky enough to watch the sun rise a weak orange over a jagged mountain backdrop.
Apparently we're headed into the jungle tomorrow to wear out our legs and ride some pakiderms. Cambodia is next
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