Jeff is still incapacitated today but much improved, even well enough to get us to the Airport and survive the one hour plane journey. Yeah! It was $4 for a ride to the Airport, rather more than we would have paid if we’d bargained. But we got it through the Guest House so we were committed and it made a huge difference to Jeff’s comfort.
The driver was very very helpful too, I think the Guest House had told them his back was a problem because he helped lift everything for us.
As we flew from Luang Prabang to Chiang Mai the skies were absolutely amazing. Lots of fluffy cumulonimbus and other clouds. I always think they are like the ocean, except an ocean of clouds. I feel like I am sailing the cloud ocean as we fly through the air.
Time and again I’m surprised at how utterly inappropriately some people dress when visiting Buddhist countries. In front of us were two Italian girls. One of whom had shorts on that started at her but crack and ended above the curve of her butt. Her top was of similar sizing, from the top of her bust to well above her belly button. It would have been less ugly if it was an attractive reveal, but her flesh just hung out all over the edges. Yeuch! Her companion was a bit better, in a dress which though figure hugging was many times more discreet when compared to the shorts and top girl.
As we were standing in line for our immigration processing Jeff noticed that our bags had begun to come out on the conveyor belt. In front of us the two Italian girls were having problems getting through immigration. It appeared that things were not in order somehow for them. As we waited interminably the other lines moved through quickly. Then Jeff noticed our bags were the same as two others, and one of the guys who owned the same looking bags had picked up mine!
As I was processed by the immigration officer I watched the guy head for the exit to hand in his papers. I rushed over to him just in time to stop him going through and ask him would he mind doing a check of his bag because we have exactly the same luggage has they did. I checked the bag, knowing it was mine, and found my name tag on it. As I said ‘Great minds think alike’ he kind of laughed and he and his companion walked over to the conveyor belt with me. They picked up the right second bag for them and we picked up Jeffs. It seems incredible that two other people with the exact same Arcteryx backpacks and exacty the same Lowepro duffle bag cover should be on the same plane as us.
That evening we had dinner with Leon in Chiang Mai
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