Rough

Left the guesthouse and after 2 km found the path North, across the mountains. This is Karin hill tribe country.
And path it was.

                                                   A really, really good section of the "road"

 Today was about serious riding, all playing at adventure riding gone away. The goat paths dished out the punishment with huge ruts, washouts, rocks and even mud from springs in the hills.  Kilometer after kilometer, bouncing and spinning dirt, it was an incredible ride. I was thankful for the monk's blessing.

                                                  Crazy Monks at a deserted hilltop Wat

Aside from making merit at a hilltop Wat, it was all about the ride.  Lost, deadends, backtracking, it was all part of the day. And the surprised looks on villagers faces when I moto-ed into view.

                                              Contemplation in spite of the Nagas

                                                       Getting Lost has huge benefits

Dreaming

No, I did not ride over this bridge

                                         Noodles!!  The reward at the end of another lost section

Eventually I found Chang Mai, road the rush hour traffic like a Thai, and shed dirt, sweat, and the moto at the guesthouse. A shower and massage made everything perfect.

Today I leave Chang Mai for the north, heading for Chang Rai by bus.

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