Time in Pai

Ive been in this tiny northern town of Pai now for about a week, I believe I blew into town last wednesday, but I cant be for sure at this point. The days have blurred and the nights have run together. Ive seen the waterfalls and laid in the sun. Soaking up the rays and smiling at strangers.
Attended a party in the jungle on monday night, filled with crimials and travelers. The criminals injesting large quantities of illicit drugs and the travelers injesting whatever liquors they could find. Smoking bong loads of tabacco in a tee pee high in the hills. Drinking with the moon and talking with the stars.
Hiding my broken heart inside, and attempting to drown it in thai whiskey. Watching the night turn into day and the fog roll over the valley. Like so many parties in so many other places the music goes until dawn and everything looses its appeal after the sun begins its ascent back into the sky for the day.

Tuesday was a blur, waking up at 2pm with no pants and dirt in your bungalow is always an interesting feel. Taking a short trip to the corner for mexican food in thailand, complete with margaritas and a CNN newscast on the bigscreen. Downloading movies and staying in....in your hut for the night is a concept only some share.

And then the next night I find my self back at the bar where it all began, making small talk and reliving the events of the previous two nights. Sitting by the bonfire with people from around the globe listening to various laungages and senarious. Watching faces and actions, having one to many beers just because the company is intrancing. Listening to the river flow and catching the occasional glimpse of shooting stars. Learning more hebrew and exploring the fact that goosebumps mean I shouldve changed into my pants at some point hours ago.
And there is love, all around me. No I am not holding your hand, and no we dont stop between buckets to make out like the couple across from me. But if I stop for just a moment and just be still....its there...in the air like a warm blanket on my cold heart just waiting for me to let it in.

I woke up this morning, with the urge. So the time has come. My bag is packed again, and its time to move on. I will see you all again Pai, and Im sure as it always is it will be a little of the same and a little of the new.