The mountains of Thailand has given me two great lessons. First: I should not underestimate my stupidity, always grows. Only then can one explain that lived ten days pelándome very cold in the tropics, one of the most visited countries in the world for its magnificent beaches. And second: an excursion into the jungle in Southeast Asia is so lacking as in Gandia catch a taxi to take you to the beach. In Thailand, if you're in a city, the green leaves you by the ears.
So a tip. If you come here and you pay to go to the jungle, are the timando. Except that the only thing that interests you is Subirós an elephant and that your friends will do a photo to the back molar. Nor have we wanted to go visit the people of the giraffe-neck women. We found very circus. In fact, you get charged only for 300 bats, they are in more than six euros, but leaves the detail you clearly what you. We can live without that picture.
Instead, We spent the morning, which certainly at that time the sun did quite hot, to kick us indigenous people of the villages near our accommodation in Ban Nam Rim. I enjoyed the beauty of the bamboo forests, SUV is a tree. The same goes for building a cabin to mount a scaffold forty meters, or to give a delicious shade, maintain a fire fueled for hours, design bags, chairs, furniture or even to eat delicious bamboo and mushrooms.
I have to confess: have linked. One of the boys made me eyes, selected for me the best part of the grapefruit
In one of the people we sat down to eat grapefruit with Indians. A striking scene: women with broken back giving the weaver, and men smoking, drinking alcohol and listening to Thai pop unbearable on their mobile phones.
I have to confess: have linked. One of the boys made me eyes, selected for me the best part of the pomelazo grapefruit, we- and then I sat down putting his leg up and put me softly in his ear a little song mellow ... If my friends are not involved, I think it saved me. To top it has pissed to feel rejected and almost gets violent.
Finally, after many hours of walking the mountain, reason we have entered, and go to the beach. But before, to say goodbye to the northern Thai, We spent the day in the village festival "large" in the area, Sopong, should not have more than 3.000 inhabitants. I have to tell thee, because it was like traveling to rural Spain in the eighties. A vast wasteland of sand, a treadmill where teens strip the turkey, all kinds of goodies, cotton candy and meat skewers will not attempt to define ...
And, dotted here and there, the mythical sideshows. Let, we, I snapped up the, cry the stallholders, amplified by loudspeaker. The ballots must sell you raffle of the wrist, or they charge you fifty cents for throwing three darts against giant balloons that fail to go to San Gabino. The trick is that the prize is a doll so ugly and seedy almost should pay you because you take it.
He finished my joy in a well. The alleged beauty contest has been rather a display of costumes
The big dish was to be the beauty contest in which participate, thought to understand, the cream of women in the county. I'll put the boots, I thought the afternoon, because I do not know if I told you that here the level of women streak, soft to speak, high, almost like that of her long legs. In fact, Except for two or three plump zampa-nuddles, we have not seen an ounce of more. And for the record that hunger, or even lack, at least in Thailand I have seen, no way in hell.
Lo and behold, my joy has come into a well. The alleged beauty contest has been rather a display of costumes. Let, I'm out to enjoy the virtues of women and cream flowers, they had on more clothes than a diver. And, truth, designer's vocation as I have not yet touched, I have gone to the other side of the fair, where beardless young but very good handle beatings were given in Thai wrestling. I will not say the same thing as a beauty contest like the one pictured, but not bad.
I finished recording the documentary memory of witnessing the end of a sport that is never seen in my life, I have to look what it's called-. They play three against three in a kind of volleyball minicamp with a tiny ball can not touch the ground and pass over the network based on several earwigs and capers. Fuck what give and what coordination. And I tell you that these are put to train a bit, and are able to earn himself running the Kenyan Orson. The remainder of the public, brilliant. They turned, I watched as saying, what makes this white here, And hit me a few tirades! And there I was, laughing with silly face, grateful for the warmth, but catch a.
Before returning home we had to laugh after seeing the What concert? four dog-arrhythmic flutes that would pass through a recital of the great Javier Brandoli (pardon me). And nothing did not fill up the stage. By education we have come to ask what were destroying some improvised guitar and drums made from empty water jugs. Apparently, wanted to raise money for a children's hospital. Poor children.
I said, This whole experience of going to the fair, although we have become without chochona and seeing Miss Sopong.
I repeat, to give you envy: I go to sea to bathe. From there I tell you
