You know how you get a mental image of what a trip might be like, but it never quite is close to reality? Well, that happened to me about this trek that we just got back from.
Three days, two nights.
Some highlights (too tired to write right now):
- You can’t feel leeches (yes)
- Indigenous villages are hard to get to by foot
- Bamboo rafts are teh rock (ftw!)
- You can blow bubbles with only a leaf
- Downhill is harder than uphill
- Elephant hair is very wiry
- Quiet dignity of village people
- Cats here are timid. Very. Dogs too.
- Falafel after 3 days of Thai food is delicious. (Not that the Thai food wasn’t also delicious).
- French men are pigs (its true…)
Anyway, tomorrow holds a 6 hour bus ride to Mae Sot. Jenny’s pad and a Thai/Burmese refugee camp. No tourists allowed, but you can get in by invitation.
Been learning a bit about the particular trouble the Burmese have been through, more on that later.
