Life of Pai (actually that is what Ethan is reading currently) and funny, its also the name of the city we are in.


In case you can't read this, Ethan and I are in seats 7 and 8 of the 10 passenger minivan to Pai and this is our ticket.

On a minibus, we weaved in and out of the mountains to the valley of Pai. This little town was a suggested stop by a RPCV and we are truly glad we made the trek. The bus was a bit scary for Sara but Ethan enjoyed the scenery while I put my nose in the Sudoku book. The Thai man next to me even tried to figure a few out, but since neither of us spoke any of each others language, I couldnt explain. We thought we were getting close after a police check point when we stopped and everyone got out. It was our rest stop and the driver needed to eat. We had homeade sausages (not quite sure what was in them, but they were yummy).

Ethan in front of our 'minibus' at the pitstop on top of a mountain, about 40 minutes from Pai.

We are staying at Mr. Jans because it was close and in the book and now we see there are many other options out there, but it is quiet and serene and in the middle of a traditional herbal garden and we have our own bathroom with hot water (a first for us in Thailand).


Bungalow #5 at Mr. Jans

After checking in, we immediately rented another motobike and buzzed around town. We found the food a bit eclectic, for lack of another word. Every place had the standard Thai options along with pizza, sandwiches, burgers, and other assorted random bits. Every menu was 15 pages long. The afternoon dry period from 2pm -5 pm must throw many for a loop, but coming from Samoa with evening Sa, it almost made sense to us. The guy that sold us our beer at about 4PM, told us to put it in our backpack and to be quiet. Ethan said it was reminiscent of buying beer on Sunday in Samoa. After dinner, we tried to find a fun local bar and we did. I can't tell you the name of it but Pong, the owner was a really good guy and he gave us some great insight on what to do tomorrow.


Pong's Bar - that is tobacco (shisha) in the hookah behind us, I swear.