Day 28: A Cracking Good Time

Today, we joined Brandon, and his little team of misfits for breakfast. Today was their last day at Pai, as they had to catch a minibus to Laos, that afternoon. We went to another different place this time, where, we pretty much, had to join all of their tables together to accommodate everyone. Sitting around the table, was, Charlotte, Cleo, Brandon, Corey, Dominica, myself, Sarah, Duncan, Josh, and, Tim.

After breakfast, we said a temporary goodbye (as we’d be meeting them again in Laos), After, we headed to a taxi stand, because we wanted to make sure we saw everything Pai had to offer. We told the man at the stall we wanted to see the land crack we’d heard of, and, booked a taxi, for four o’clock that afternoon. On the way back through town, we soon realised, we had to get a bus sorted, to take us to Laos. We went to the Aya service again, and, booked a two thirty p.m. minibus for the following day. Unfortunately, this would roughly be a twenty two hour bus journey, yay.

With all that arranged, we returned to our hostel to pack our bags, in anticipation, as, by this point, our clothes were scattered all over in the room. When we were done, I made a quick Skype call to my mum, then, we spent the next couple hours, lying about, until it was time to go see our taxi friend. When we got to the pick up point, he was nowhere to be seen, making us believe, we had been stitched up, until, a lady came out from a shop with a phone. On the other end of the phone, was our driver, who explained he was running late.

With that, Duncan went over to Burger Queen and bought some food. With what little money I had left on me, I did the same, because their food is seriously too good to pass up. Our taxi soon arrived, and, after a fifteen minute car journey, we made it to the land crack, our driver was kind enough to wait, while we explored. The sight had been affected over the past four years by constant earthquakes. There were pictures hanging up, to depict the extent of the damage each time the earth tore apart. We climbed to the top of a hill to look at it, but, to be honest, we were all a bit disappointed. With that, we returned to the bottom. It was here, that the locals had a little stall, selling fruit. Instead of asking for money, they gave us free food and drink, but, there was a sign that read, “because the land is so bad, we can’t work on it, and rely on donations,” so, feeling forced to do it, we ended up tipping them for their troubles.

Due to the taxi driver being late, when he first picked us up, he offered to take us to another spot, free of charge. He suggested a viewpoint, we agreed, and headed there. I don’t know why it was called a viewpoint, as it was situated on the roadside on our way back to the hostel. We weren’t high enough to benefit from any form of view, unless you consider seeing a field with a tree in it as one. We soon climbed back into the taxi, and the driver took us back to Darling.

To save some money, Suzy, Duncan, Sarah, and myself, only ate food from street vendors that night in town. There was a variety of food to choose from, such as battered chicken, or tuna sandwiches, corn on the cob, kebabs, burritos, pretty much anything you wanted. I chose, a battered chicken sandwich, and, a tuna one, as well as some fried rice with vegetables (greedy I know). We walked back to the hostel, where, we chilled out for the remaining hours of the evening, during this time, I felt a little queasy, but, luckily, it soon passed. We helped Suzy transfer her photos, using both of our tablet devices, and, stole some tv shows from her. At around midnight, Sarah and I, went to bed, where, for the first time since Chiang Mai, we watched some long awaited American tv shows.


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