Well I couldn't let my feet rest and the pull of distant lands and roads not yet seen finally got too much and after two years of the delights of Bradford I'm sat in a northern Thai town called Mae Salong, which is about thirty miles from the Burmese border and fuck does it make me smile. Mae Salong is a sleepy hill town that stretches up the side of a hill. Red roofed houses fold into the distance, tea plantations shape the hillsides like a green velvet blanket and nestling between their leaves rest Akha, Lissu, Xiang and Lahu hill tribe villages with their thatched bamboo huts, all this cradled by the cupped hands of the towering hills in the distance. I stayed in a guesthouse with Lek, I've changed his name as a caution,
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