from “Post”, Björk, 1985.
Shhh, shhh. Well it’s time to leave sleepy, quiet, and somewhat hazy, Chiang Rai for the noise and chaos of Bangkok. Despite Thailand and Myanmar doing their best to disrupt our stay with earthquakes and prolific stubble burning – which led to the haze that was present here for a couple of the days of our stay – we’ve had a very relaxing time indeed.
Apparently the Le Meridien resort has been quite full during our stay, but we only really noticed any kind of level of occupancy during Songkran, which is the Thai New Year where the Thais generally all go mental for three days, throwing water over each other, drinking a lot, and driving even more recklessly than usual. No wonder we decided to “stay on the boat” and hunker down at the hotel to avoid any unnecessary wettings or other such calamities.
So we’ve had the place seemingly almost to ourselves – apart from the twittering birds, chirping geckos (mainly in the room usually in the night), croaking frogs and toads (24 hours it seems), whirring insects, and other assorted wildlife – and it’s been very pleasant.
And in the calm Philip has made a really good start on returning to the gym in force as well as swimming, and he’s pretty much shamed me into admitting it’s about time I seriously starting to use the gym regularly again myself. I think he’s probably right.
It’s been a wonderful stay and here’s to hoping we return one day but, for now, it’s goodnight Chiang Rai.