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Chaing Mai part three
Bo Sang- ten km out of chiang mai-after a few days of rest from the jungle crash and lake
Bo Sang is well known for its umbrella making. It is a town that is there almost soley for the porpose of umbrella painting art. They sell fans of all sizes, umbrellas and other items like toys all hand painted by the local painters. It was cool to see so many artfuly decorated items in one place but the town seems sort of barren. It was also the hottest day yet and I felt like I might pass out from heat exhaustion. I got some shirts painted by an artist and some fans aswell.
At this point of the trip Ben was doing a bunch of complicated paper work for his motorbike that we were going to take around the mea hong son loop. Since I really could do little to help with this, and had to wait for it to be done, I was left with some spare days to relax, which after a while turns into bordom! Even when you are on vacation. I did enjoy the oppourtunity to gve my nervs a rest from adventure. I spent my days sleeping in, reading, wandering around Chiang Mai's stores and moat, eating, napping, adoring the Happy House (where we stayed) resident baby girl Boa, talking on the computer with Dave and sending emails. The nights were spent eating with Ben for 2-3 hours at different resturants, drinking some large chang beers, swatting misquitos, stratching their bites, drawing and listening to music on my mp3. We went to the lake again, where a Thai man took pictures of me when I was turned away from him, then made conversation with me. I wondered as I was speaking with him if he knew that I knew he was a sneak photographer. We went to a movie theature, something I hadn't fathomed doing in Thailand, but they do have theatures. We saw Bed time story by adem sandler, because the only other english movie was quarentine which looked stupid. It was a good movie actually, cheesy obviously, but still good. I did some hearbal saunas (ant infestation!)and a thai massage. At the herbal sauna I met a late thirties Italian man and talked with him about meditation things. I was surprised to learn that this robust Italian man had just been to a month long mediation retreat. Guess things are never really what they seem to be on the outside.
Eventually I got rather restless about being in Chaing Mai still, waiting for paperwork things to go through. I was ever so thankful when we got the OK to go on our motorbike trip!