Waterfalls, Waterslides, Buckets, and Hippies
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So the four German girls and I decided to all rent motos for the day to explore some of the waterfalls outside of town. All four of the girls are English teachers in Chiang Mai, though some are just starting and some are just finishing their work assignments. After a big wake-up breakfast, we rented bikes from the place across from our guesthouse for about $3 and headed off. Three of the girls are new to the whole moto thing, so they rented automatics and putt-putted along at a scenic pace. The road up to the first waterfall is narrow and winding, but mostly paved - a nice change from Laos and Koh Tao.
The first waterfall was exactly what I could have hoped for - clean, cascading falls with natural slides and sandy pools.
Some local monks felt the same way, as they were playing in the water too. I snapped a few pictures, not knowing when my next chance would be to take pictures of monks playing in a waterfall.
Next was the waterfall south of town, down a slightly-worse-but-not-too-bad road. This one fell right into a narrow slot. Though photogenic, the water was more murky and it lacked the charisma of the first waterfall.
Once we got back to town we changed and headed out for dinner and buckets - same same, but different. We went through a lot of buckets, and met a lot of locals.
The next day the German girls got on a bus back to Chiang Mai, and I spent the day walking around town with no specific agenda. I ended up spending a few hours chatting with this old hippy named Willow. Willow looks like Willy Nelson's long-lost brother, with a long, white braided ponytail and an ever-relaxed demeanor. Before moving to Pai and marrying a local tribe girl, he was a medical doctor in the states, a television producer, smuggler, journeyman, etc. He's done just about everything, and now he's found a new home in Pai along with a few hundred other expats.
After a long conversation touching on politics, environmentalism, existentialism, and everything in between, I grabbed a great dinner and headed out to listen to some local jazz whilst sipping Singha and conversing with some Americans and Canadians. The next morning I hopped on a bus to Chiang Mai, and finally arrived in Bangkok around midnight.
This trip is almost at a close. From here I enter the cycle of the wage slave for an indefinite period of time. Have no fear - a long, existential musing/rant is just around the corner.