I feel the spray of the monsoon-swollen waterfalls on my face. The Houy Keaw waterfalls roars all around the large boulder where we take a moment to appreciate magnificence nature, well, not Mr. Bean, he is napping. I close my eyes and just listen. I think to myself how just this morning we were guests in a Lahu village atop one of the many mountains in northern Thailand. Extending from the bamboo house where we slept a large bamboo deck presented me one of the most beautiful views i have ever seen: the morning fog drifted over the mountains barely touching the trees that dress the mountains in a gorgeous jungle green while the pinks and oranges dance through the clouds.
Mr. Bean calls me over. We are on day two of a three-day trek in the jungles of Chiang Rai province and our charming guide, nick-named Mr. Bean, reminds us its time to continue to an Akha village nearby. My mind begins to wander again as I pick up my backpack. I think about all that has happened so far in the last couple of days. I think about the sad faces of the elephants. I think of the leech that made it’s way into Davide’s sock. I think of how strong the waterfall current was and how I was afraid of swimming too close to the edge. I make my way across the bamboo bridge leaving behind the waterfall and looking forward to what the rest of the day may bring.
This entry is part of a series of posts on my trip to Southeast Asia in August of 2008. You can see all of the posts in this series the post: A look back to my trip to Southeast Asia.