You don’t have to walk very far in Chiang Mai to find a temple. So when we arrived, we took a stroll, and we stumbled on this:

Chiang Rai is fucking freezing. Send blankets.

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2010-01-21 | genuinej says

“effin’ freezing”? The BBC weather site reports Chiang Rai temperatures 31c max 17c min. Hardly a problem for a hardy Brit, even an ex-pat one. There are other ways of keeping warm besides blankets btw, or have you forgotten?

2010-01-21 | Jamie says

What are blankets?

Jamie Phuket

2010-01-21 | Jock says

Milano zero degrees … “effin freezin”

We are about to embark on a one week tour of Chiang Mai and Chiang Rai with visiting friends. This means no posts for several days, and a deluge of posts and photos when I return. With the arrival of the lovely Panasonic GF1, I no longer feel the need to drag my monster DSLR and a bag of lenses along, so travelling light with photo gear will be a pleasant change.

But only partially.

In September I made a trip to Khao Chamao National Park. It rained and the day was a washout.

My and my fat friend Ray decided we should go again when the rainy season had stopped, and go earlier in the day so as to explore more of the park. And today was the day. We were in the park before 1000, and it was a lovely cool sunny morning. Ideal for some photography of the eight tiers of waterfalls for which the park is famous.

This was one of the lower falls in September:

Pete is a very fine fellow. Firstly, because he said good things about this site, and I can never have enough of that. And secondly, he pointed out that some complete bastards are hijacking all my posts and sticking them on another site.

The evil empire is located here.

and if you scroll down to “most recent articles”, things may look familiar, but without the elegant enlargement of photos when you click on them, and no chance for you to make derisory comments.

In a previous life I worked in Bangkok. The seventy five Thais I worked with were reasonably proficient at English, the official language of the company. But they had a desire to improve and I foolishly offered up my services as an “English buddy.” The deal was that I would make myself available in the second half of my lunch hour, and they could just roll up and ask me anything they wanted. Big mistake.