‘Pai And Mash.’
What a strange confection this little town is.
A real ‘mash-up’ – Aussies, Israelis , Brits, Swedes, tons of Thais, oh yes, and a number of our American cousins too. A very large number!
I have often been perplexed by the much reported fact that less than half of American citizens own passports – this morning I was just pleased!
Admittedly, the type of Americans we encountered on this day were fresh out of High School – only ‘high’ and not so fresh!
Brash, bolshy and boisterous (obviously too many wheatgrass shakes) and with no consideration for the odd geriatric hippy making an attempt at some semblance of a meditative break-fast. Andrew and I couldn’t hear ourselves think! There was nothing for it but an A.M. Chang – just to take the edge off.
We took the road less travelled (on foot at least, we were the only pedestrian traffic), out of Pai and upwards. We then stumbled upon a wonderful wat. With four hundred steps to climb!
This temple was both life affirming and leg firming.
I doubt he would have signed-off in the same manner by the time he’d reached the summit.
It was calm, clear and, even better – ‘Yankee-doodle -band-free!’
But of course, as the Buddha recommended, balance is the key.
So tomorrow morning we’re heading off for the ubiquitous ‘English Breakfast’ at ‘Mr Big’s place’ and maybe a pie and mash. Om………..
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