I just got back into town from another week up at camp. This time I kept my lunch on the long winding road back to Mae Sot. This might have something to do with the quality of the lunch, or something to do with the benevolent presence of five monks who shared the ride with me. I don't know what it is about monks, but I quite enjoy their company. We pass large numbers of monks on the road, brilliant orange, yellow and dusty red robes walking against the lush greenery. This weekend is a big Buddhist celebration. There is a festival near where I live and tomorrow we will go out to the border and put lots of candles in the river. Every night, there are fire balloons up in the sky, floating like stars in the breeze. The town is full with festive visitors, and everything feels a little restless and on the verge of turning crazy. Of this weekend I expect to witness mass drunkenness, lots of fire and several fights.
More later...
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