And when I say rain I really mean poured. And poured. And dumped. For at least three hours. It was beautiful and minorly stressful because we did have to make it out of the National Park, to make it to a shuttle, to make out towards the public bus routes, to make it back to Cha'Am before dark.... no mean feat if you ask me. But seeing as how it put me in a writing mood and we weren't going anywhere, I just settled right in for some story telling and enjoyed the rain and frogs. frogs? Oh, didn't you know? Rain makes all the frogs in Thailand migrate to whichever geographical location is experiencing the falling of moisture from the sky, and man do they make a racket! Cutest little things. Eat bugs too.
So I tried river surfing....
Dad-gum-it I was determined!
I almost had it.....
good thing I hadn't lost my sense of humor....
'cause even though I got it!!.....
.......everytime I fell off, I got water up my nose, snorted, choked, got laughed at by the appreciating Thai audience. *I was the only 'farang' and what's more the only female attempting this feat.
Irish John and 'Tuk' otherwise known as "Tina"
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