Back in the world of the Wheel

I already started to miss the jungle and the world of bamboo as soon as I got into the back of the truck after the final part of our organized trek which was bamboo rafting. Despite the harsh environment (actually it was quite beautiful, peaceful and understanding apart of course that is from the rooster which were intent to announce the arrive of dawn in every city in every time across the globe all through the night), and aching muscles, the jungle felt so much more like home than the hum, buzz and clang of the city as the wilderness was lost further and further behind the cross hatched tarmac of urban density.

Back at the guest house, I have a private room with a mattress which feels as though it has been compacted over the years by several processions of elephants so that it is now as firm as 6 by 4 piece of pine covered in cloth. On the up side however, I do have a private bathroom with a hot shower which is a God send.

Another down side however, is that the walls in the guest house are paper thin and as such you can hear the most intimate of whispers down the hall if only the guests were kind enough to discourse in whispers. Not to matter though, I have invested in a set of ear plugs through which only half of the noise seeps through, and then at such a distance as to only vaguely alter the course of your dreams. Other than that I am left to the gentle hum of my brain, or maybe that is just the noise ear plugs make as they try to expand inside your ears. Oh, bring back those roosters.

I think that I will check out tomorrow and head to a place called Pai, a bit further north. I am not exactly sure what is up there, but I have heard it is a good place to go and do nothing except lie in a hammock and read a book all day; or maybe even make a bit more head way with what I am doing with my life at the moment.