Now, it was time to get to sleep, but one thing we learned that was kind of a downer was that this place didn’t have mosquito nets. This was disconcerting considering that malaria and yellow fever…

That relative peace and tranquility was quickly dashed on our way out as large Chinese tour groups with tour guides speaking through bullhorns once again invaded the premises. And it got worse…

The clouds looked dark and threatening, but they hadn’t delivered any precipitation. However, the winds were howling and that made the cable car ride a bit scary as we were swaying in it…

I was looking forward to the plane ride partially to at least try to get some sleep and fight off this apparent fever. But at the same time it was gonna be one hell of a long flight. Julie reminded..

Since we’re not even half way through our trip, this was worrisome. And sure enough after a few more minutes of touring the temples at Doi Inthanon, the lens got completely stuck. So from now on…

The taxi driver pointed to the alley way. This didn’t look like the street we arrived to the Baan Chantra in. So it looked like we were had and now we had to figure out where we were and how to get…