After two weeks of having Chinese horns blasted in our ears and listening to the dulcet tones of the hacking of phlegm we decided to change cycling venues and head for Thailand. A Dragon Air flight from Wuhan to Bangkok gave me one last taste of Chinese culture as the gentleman next to me expurgated the contents of his upper respiratory tract into the change donation envelope that he found in the seat pocket. Ten times.
A couple of days shopping and eating in Bangkok preceded a flight up to Chiang Rai in the north. Other than the heat which reached about 39 today, there’s not much to complain about. Fish and somtum by the river, smiling faces, quiet back roads next to the border with Burma, cold drinks at the 7 Eleven….