This last week we have been staying on an organic farm, and I have been reaffirming my hippie lifestyle. The farms name was Pun Pun, and was started by a smiley thai man by the name of Pi Jo. People quickly fell in love with the laid back atmosphere, smiles were flowin and arm pit hair was showin. We gardened , cooked, and had dance parties in mud pits. They taught us so much applicable knowledge, how to make kombucha, yogurt, tofu, and that when in doubt urine is useful for everything…..I’m still a non believer in the mystic powers of my own pee, but others are more open minded than I. The community at Pun Pun was incredible, like a weird mixed family, full of local Thai’s and westerners who fell in love with the simple life style. We had free time to read, relax, and wander the gardens. The food was delicious and versatile, ranging from curry’s to sushi, the only thing lacking was meat. By the end of the week some people couldn’t take it any longer and Dillon, the awful person that he is grabbed and defenseless chicken and murdered it to make it another topping on his pizza, children ran in terror, dark clouds converged over Pun Pun and lightning flashed. Long story short Dillon is going to hell. Dillon was not the only person in our group with a mad craving, our group leader Lindsay, went on and on about what should would do to get a sundae, whether it was physical violence or absurd amounts of money I was left feeling uneasy.
We are back in Chiang Mai but in a few hours leave for our next part of the journey, the only issue is that we have no idea whats going on…. There are cloudy details and our contact is lacking in communication, day long hikes have been mentioned which may or may not cause us all to collapse out of exhaustion. But for all the concerned loved ones there is no need to fret, most of us will survive.
only joking.
Until next time, Cole, and I promised Dillon I would let him tag along…. so Dillon totally contributed to this too. And Amby helped as well, because shes the best.