the morning wake up at dawn, with the first workers to head to the gate of the factory and some sunshine lick the cardboard cover that a few days ago I bought at 60 cents. Mao instead use the Sarong, which is cool and Eastern Europe (and is more 'cald0). Early workers and first zanzarine, who enjoy dancing between a lobe and the other of our ears, The Lake has thankfully come up with the saves ankle sock and then goes free, while Mao is scratching like a gibbon for micropunturine. We gets up, wraps around and he jumps into the street. Outside the city of course. Dell'autostoppista that the first rule is never to raise his thumb in urban centers. Fact or superstition? The fact is that the city is so "small" and for taming walk for at least 4-5 km, accompanied by a behind the sun already blazing. There ASSEP under the sign of Goodbye, just before a bend and while waiting we devoured a pound of Rambutan. Breakfast is done. And at least two fruits to stay here two Thai women who, in the saddle to pick up their black, seemed just out of a Rodeo, many muscle shirts with sleeves that curled 'left glimpse. Together we load a Thai boy (just to be safe ...) that goes into the cabin, however, the recommended. They go to Chang Dao, famous for the presence of one of three mountains (possibly the third) most 'high in Thailand, the tail end of the Himalayas, while we in Thaton, 5 km from the hills of Burma. But we do not care about and you go along. What then will the fate put us in the right place. Dao Chang arrived at the beginning of an hour we worked on the Internet, more 'to the fact that it cost 20 cents an hour, that a compelling need. But certain things when you're penniless gypsy, not the you can lose.
As we said, we give up at the beginning of Chang Dao alias to hitchhike to the end you have to walk there. Having said that, some do not spoil another kilometer. Arriving at the other end, another pick-up stops almost immediately. Husband, wife and daughter. You go, at least up to Fang. Like the popes to the Grand Prix at full speed and throws to cut the curves of hills submerged by more green 'on,
sballottolando the little heads of the happy little family as those who used canetti plush fashion in the eighties. sballottolando the little heads of the happy little family as those who used canetti plush fashion in the eighties. Maostralo (pitechi must remember is Monastery) made merry, sun in my face and wind in their sails, until out of nowhere (and nothing) the nailing machine. And while we are preparing to remove, trying to figure out which destination we had ever taken, dad nods to sit and wait. Mom and daughter last fall and is preparing to throw the impossible. Poor child, we believe you!
After the flush, vomit back into the car and dad again exactly as before, that the unexpected pit-stop has away precious seconds.
Fang is Not good, and after the rite of pisciatina we threw on the road, firmly convinced that they sleep in Thaton. The Golden Triangle is far away, time is running out and money is short.
Solita infinite mileage e. .. tock, not even we stop that locks up another pick, this time maroon. A seller of fake flowers and bold two cronies. He moves away a few leaves of plastic, it sits on and go hard.
And you get well!
And the first thing you study the area, to understand where to hang the hammock.
You must know that every self-respecting northern temple is perched on the top of a hill. Hundreds of steps offer breathtaking views, to give them a little time 'to stop the pilgrim under the roof of a pagoda contemplative.
And since we're in town, what better place if the sun canopy over the Mae Kok River, which enters into Thailand from Myanmar just a few kilometers upstream?
found the spot we have to go to the second of the four sacred Clochard hammock needs of the shower. Here are 40 degrees and it smells like wild sheep.
the astonishing figures of 60cents, who lives with us 2.5 euros per day including accommodation, we have met our vanity dive under a cold shower in one of the Guest House the country, not happy, the bosses, they lost perhaps the only customer of the day.
And then dinner, savor from early morning, in one of the usual bettolacce decadent, where Mao decides to remain a bit more 'light of the previous evening, Porco all spit and soup, while diving on Lake of the catfish Mae Kok, a silurino pound fried in the shape of a vibrator that you do not know what is the back, let the belly.
evening stroll, just to wait for the rest, a couple of winks from those of two tourists, "I like the man but only Zozzo pe 'na night," here is that it's time to swing a bit'.
You pull the hammock, thrusts calzinetto and listen.
You will hear the Mae Kok boil in his bed, gait slowly gaining territory in the silence of a tropical night. How symphony cradle our beds helped by a breeze wise who knows which side was born in Myanmar, sly rubs the skirts of a thousand hills that separate the two lands, and does not care about borders and guards, dancing hand in hand with the water dark brown of the river's history and traditions.
Good Night!
Monsieur and Madame Mae Kok Birman
Our home in the Temple
Myanmar Good Morning!
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