That’s a pretty menacing looking storm cloud, posturing over to the right. Instant rain hits the bus hard as we pull away from sea level gently, toward Chiang Rai. The three hour trip will take considerably longer though, as we’re now only barely in to double figure speed. And suddenly the streets are several inches deep in water. To my left a stream has been given an unexpected stint of momentum and is heading furiously in search for a connecting river.
The coach only has 24 seats, each one almost fully reclining and shrouded in leather. I bought a few snacks for the ride and now wished I hadn’t; we have a steward onboard to serve us and she’s giving out free drinks and cake. Earlier she dropped the three TFT screens and played something that seemed like a Thai version of Emmerdale; though clearly set on a Rice field instead. It’s more realistic that way.
The air-conditioning has gone from being a blessing to a freezing cold annoyance – as we are gaining in altitude, so the ambient temperature is dropping. And the rain isn’t helping either. I found a few nice looking hotels on Trip Advisor; even the solar-powered torch that is Lonely Planet had some ideas. Feeling relaxed and no longer “green”, I decided not to book – I’m a traveller, that’s how we roll. On spec, on a whim is how I’ll find my bed for the night. I just hope there’s room in the inn and I don’t have to drag my bag and feet through this weather for too long. Looking ahead I see clear sky as the sun lights up the clouds. I’m hopeful.
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