Chiang Mai, Brace Yourself…Here I Come

The World Is A Book, Those Who Do Not Travel, Read Only A Page

The World Is A Book, Those Who Do Not Travel, Read Only A Page

Clickety-creak, clickety-groan….

Waking up to the noises of a train and the sounds of an asian language around me, I thought I was waking up in India.  It took a few minutes for the cobwebs and stiffness in the neck to clear, but then the highlands and jungle of Thailand soon transported me back to where I was supposed to be.

The morning was beautiful and nearly everyone on the train was still asleep. I wandered back to the dining car and ordered a cup of coffee. I went between the cars, opened one of the side doors, sat down with my feet dangling off the moving train; the sun on my face reflecting off the rice paddies, looking out into Thailand. I pour a bottle of water over my head (a ‘train shower’) and enjoy, quite possibly, one of the most relaxing cups of coffee ever. Continue reading