I tried to post this yesterday:

The falling, low, and whatever other tones there are in Thai might be harder to navigate, but the roads are much, much easier. We’re talking multi-lane, smooth, high-speed. Traffic in Phnom Penh looks outright chaotic at first glance - though a certain logic, or “calculus” as John likes to say, becomes apparent. The only thing disconcerting about traffic in and around Chiang Mai is the side of the road we’re driving on.

I wasn’t quite ready for another new country. From Sunday through Tuesday, we’d been in four cities (Siem Reap, Battambang, Phnom Penh and Chiang Mai) and six hotel rooms. This flurry of travel came just as I was getting over the gut bug that ravaged me the bus trip to Battambang. Where I approached Cambodia fresh, with awe and wonder, I approached Thailand exhausted.

I’m finding my feet.

Wednesday, we went swimming with some of the kids from Doi Saket 1. We worshiped with them back home that evening, then hit up the Night Bazaar. Yesterday we traveled up to Wiang Pa Pow. More on that is to come. Now we’re off to see about some silkworms and visit Doi Saket 2, 3, and 4 - and maybe the home in Hot Springs, too.