I’m in Pai. It’s a little mountain hippie hangout nestled up close to Burma. To get here let’s just say there were about 720 winding turns. So 720 chances I was going to lose my lunch riding in the backseat of a bus. This is a photo of my guest house view. It’s comfortable, I slept under a mosquito net for the first time in my life. I had dinner with some people from Scotland, then wound up talking to a woman who runs a bikini business in Goa. Meandering back late to my guesthouse I was invited to a party in the bungalow next to mine. They fed me and gave me drinks. I ate some strange things in shells, I don’t even know how to describe the taste.