Holidays in Pai-radise

First of all I would like to apologise to the readers for the unannounced interruption of the blog during the past weeks. In my defence I could say that 3 months of intensive travelling deserve some time off (!). To be more precisely 10 days of vacations in Pai - a small village in the heart of Thailand's northern mountains. Along with Pushkar and Pokhara, Pai has completed my three-of-a-kind favourite towns of the trip so far. Apart from the first letter of their names these towns have many other things in common: a lake/river, nearby mountains and a pretty laid-back atmosphere.

Emulating the ancient tribes that populate the hills that surround Pai, nomad communities of backpackers find rest to their backs in the numerous bamboo bungalows that spread along the river. The habitat offers everything that such individuals may require during their well-deserved break: a comfy hammock in the shade, a 24/7 supermarket with an extensive selection of cheap beer, a couple of second-hand book stores, infinite supplies of inexpensive Thai food, 2$/day motorcycle rentals, nearby waterfalls, a chill-out swimming pool, and a bunch of bars.

I joined a multi-national tribe consisting of 2 British (Jonny & Kerin), 2 Americans (Whitney & Fong), 3 Argentinians (Alejandro, Natalia & Rodrigo), 2 Australians (Rory & Jeff), 2 Koreans (Woami & Anna) and 1 Dutch (Kristine). Together we explored the valley in search of juicy lychees, learnt the secrets of Thai food and cleared our hangovers in the cold waters among other things. In summary not much adventure but loads of fun!

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Antes de nada me gustaria pedir disculpas por mi ausencia del blog durante algunas semanas. Lo cierto es que tras 3 meses viajando he decidido tomarme unas vacaciones (ja ja ja). 10 dias en Pai para ser mas concreto. Pai, junto a Pushkar y Pokhara completa mi tridente de pueblos favoritos de lo que va de viaje. En esta aldea apartada tribus de mochileros tratan de emular a las comunidades indigenas que pueblan las montanas aledanas. Cada mochilero recibe un bungalow y hamaca amen de cerveza y comida barata por doquier y oportunidades varias para calmar las altas temperaturas (y resacas) bajo el agua de una cascada o piscina. En este habitat me las he visto durante semana y media. Junto a un punado de ingleses, americanos, australianos, argentinos, holandeses y coreanas he descubierto las bondades de la campina nortena, he cursado el arte de la cocina tailandesa y he disfrutado de hamaca y conversacion al calor de la hoguera. Hora de mover el culo.