Bridge building

Firstly to thank all the kindnesses shown for my blipday:-D I can offer but gratitude for such things...

And so another night of dream broken sleep led into a tired morning...but no recurrence of the affliction of nightmare in chiang mai...rather, last night, for the first time, a visit from my father...as experiences go that was an odd one, but gratefully accepted...leading into one of those days...the kind where words come first and you know that an image of abstraction and relevance will follow...and sure enough I stumbled upon the repair of a bamboo bridge, a title and...

A push bike, and I mean push, a thing for which piece of shit would be an abounding compliment, was my companion on a forsaken run to a waterfall which ended the moment the chain jumped and wedged on a dirt road somewhere beyond the outskirts of town...

sweat stained from attempts to fix the chain in the gathering heat and lunatic from my dreaming I was commandeered by a group of four primary school kids who were no more successful than I, if less grimy, in attempting to loosen and salvage my quest...a km or so further we found some spanners, a mechanic who grinned and refused payment and a selection of fizzy pop. More acts of random kindness upon me, maybe my karma is not wholly destroyed...

And tomorrow I head north again, an early bus in search of the plain of jars...