It seemed everyone we talked to told us to go to Pai, a town 200 km north of Chaing Mai. We had no problem finding time in our nonexistent itenerary for a trip to this mystical traveler’s paradise. Tyler and I planned on making our first big motorbike ride while Eric would travel by bus.
We snaked our way through the mountains on 110cc engines with regular stops to enjoy the view.
These scenic breaks eventually caught up to us and it became a race against sunlight. The impending darkness distracted us from our gas gauges which were dangerously approaching empty. As interesting as a blog post about being stranded for a night in the Thai mountains would have been I much prefer blogging about the possibility of being stranded in the Thai mountains. Thankfully a shack on the side of the road was selling gasoline in used rum bottles. This was enough to finish our trip and we made it to Darling’s Guesthouse after a short period of riding in the dark.
We christened our new home the Treehouse Penthouse. Much of our time in Pai was spent lounging on our balcony gazing off into the heart of Pai.
Aside from the time we spent in the Treehouse Penthouse we took trips to the Pai Canyon,
and a local waterfall.
On our return from the waterfall we veared off into the countryside and ran into a heard off oxen.
We had a short standoff and learned they were waiting for us to pass and not preparing to charge.
Someone must have failed to mention it was no longer 1970 in Pai because the hippy spirit was very much alive.
After 3 days of living the Pai life we returned to Chiang Mai to begin our motorbike trip East.
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