Papau Bhuka Nan

... are VIP seating, then the 8 rows behind are 1st class seating. The VIP seating is grey leather with a lot of room. The seats recline very far so you are actually able to sleep if you take the bus at night. The first row is the best because you will not have the seat in front of you in your lap. With VIP, you receive bottled water, bottled juice, and 2 snacks. The 1st class seating is pretty fine as well. It is a tighter space ...

... drifted off, meaning that I was immediately awake again...not fun. Also there was no feasible way to get comfortable in the back seats - every position I tried failed and some resulted in bruises from banged elbows and knees. However, we did finally arrive in Nan, which did make up for the awful journey there. Nan is beautiful , very different from Tharua and the Central plains. It was alot cooler as well, which was both good and bad, good in that I wasn't melting, bad ...

... their daily walks or runs around the lake, and they have a daily excercise program at about 6pm. The morning market is just up the hill from the pond (middle of town), you can't see it from the highway, but you will see all the trucks parked in front to help you find it. It is kind of tucked behind a large white building. This market ends at about 8 am so go early. They sell fresh produce, meat, fish, soy milk, bar-b-que, and other dishes. The other ...

Hi. On the 24th and 25th of July, I went to Nan to visit the Mlabri. As you know, they are a small group, perhaps only 400 or so left in the world, that until very recently lived in the jungle as nomadic hunters and gatherers. In Thailand they live in 3 groups. The biggest group in a village next to Baan Huay Yuok in Nan province (where we visited), another group at ...

I have been in Thailand for almost a week (with a trip into Burma), although it feels like longer. I am currently in Nan, in North east Thailand - a very remote part of the country. We havent seen a westerner in days. Certainly not in this town. In a rather sexy jeep, my travelling compadros and I are heading to The Pillars of Earth.... In Chiangmai I had the strange pleasure of experienceing 8 year olds kicking the bollucks out of each other in a thai kick boxing ...

... can get about 10 kph faster than that. 154 kph by my speedometer). We saddled up, took some pictures, and started off towards Nan. I'm not sure how to relate the next two days on the CBR. It was magic. It was bliss. Sometimes life holds moments which are so inexpressably perfect that the only response, no matter its irrationality, is a longing to shed tears. The motorcycle trip to Nan and back was one of those moments prolonged to last two solid days ...

... I'm amazed they didn't kick our muddy backpacks right out of the door! Our suite was huge - especially the bathroom and balcony overlooking the negative edge swimming pool below. There was another pool at the spa area where we both enjoyed a fantasic massage and steam room. The next day we did a cooking course with the head chef and learnt how to make amazing Laos classics. It was pretty hard to check out after 2 nights and return to a shared bathroom fan room down the road!

... just over $2). The next morning, we got up really early and walked to the border crossing. After a fair amount of waiting around, we were finally handed temporary passports (they kept ours at the border), and granted entrance into the Kingdom of Myanmar (formerly Burma). We had secured a taxi driver already, so all we had to do was drive to Kengtung (pronounced Cheng Tung), right? Of course not, after about an hour, we finally were on our way. We had a ...

... I figure I can easily go for a week without shaving and nobody will notice. Nobody that I know, in any case. This time, however, was the first time that I accidentally BROUGHT something along that I didn't mean to: An extra key to my apartment. I have one set of all of my keys on a key ring and I thought that I would leave that behind and bring only the actual key to my apartment, which I had already put in my pocket. Then, at the last minute, I ...

... whiter". His sleeveless jean jacket had a crest on the back loudly proclaiming that profoundest of mottos that somehow manages to stand the test of time (and tackiness): "Kill 'Em All, Let God Sort 'Em Out". The final touch, the part that really brought the whole look together, in my mind, were his fingernails, which had been meticulously filed to sharp points. Very 13th-Century Mongolia. It's not really my sort of thing but, who knows ...