This last foray into Northern Thailand I jumped far off the tourist circuit, rolled the dice, and ended up in Phrae, a town short on sightseeing and farangs, but full of real life and friendly Thais not yet jaded by constant contact with tourists. I relished discovering the town’s rhythm – the cool mornings as locals headed to work shouting greetings, the sleepy afternoons when the graceful old temples and teak houses slumbered to the lullaby of dry leaves scattering across the pavement, and the sudden burst of humanity as school children poured into the streets and people descended upon the food carts and night markets.
For a short two night stay, I experienced a lot of life: a Valentine’s Day night market as local bands showed off their talent and children darted from stall to stall eating spicy meat on sticks. A local gathering of no less than 5 motorcycle clubs, battling verbally over which club is the best with the conspicuous farang. Pilgrimage temples resounding with shuffling feet and clanging bells as Thais lit candles and circled the chedis to make merit for the new year. College girls eager to practice their English and show me the best “milk bar” in town. I left wanting more of the ebb and flow of life in Phrae.
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