Old Patong, where sarongs filled the streets and shops by
the blue Andaman Sea. A rainbow of sarongs. From the
little gardens at the southern end of Ao Patong, to the wild
and old jungle north of vailed Kalim.
Men, women, children, some farongs even. From the lady
on the motorcyle market to the rice farmers and expatriates
village way back near Baan Sai
living in the Nam
Yen, near the where the road finally straightens hugging the
edge of the jungle. The lings sings and screech as we turn
north at the base of the mountain. The secret garden village
lay ahead to the north, the coolness of the little waterfall
cuts through the heat of the night.
edge of the paddie, our charming bungalow await, and another nights rest…