A change in the weather, last night not so biting and this morning warmth. A couple of hours to kill before having to return the bike so up the hill to the big Buddha and the remnants of morning in sloth. Some coffee on main street and time swinging above the porch in a hammock, slow, how I remember or imagine it.

These days with no specifics, nowhere to be and little to do, a ticket back to CM the only fixed point upon the map. And the day passes all too quickly as these days do until, soon, beneath the bright crescent of the moon, down through the night market once again, eating coconut cake and wishing that there were a few more nights here.

Back at the hut in the dark, rucksack packed and now sitting upon the porch and playing guitar quietly. Watching and listening to footfall across the bamboo bridge, the sound of music from across the river, moon and stars bright above as time drifts by unnoticed.