Well, then I'll take a motorcycle taxi to Hua Sai, a few kilometers in-land. But the motorcycle taxis had disappeared. And there I stood in the dark, hungry, feeling lost and trapped on the junction. At last a motorcycle taxi came and took me to the village. Imagine a sort of barren garage, illuminated by fluorescent light, with a fridge, a T.V. and a number of chairs and tables.
Dinner is prepared on the street, in front of the garage.
What strikes me most this evening, is that few people take notice of me and nobody starts talking to me. Now, people leave me alone. I was philosophing why suddenly I am no more the target of all curiosity. The only explanation I could find was that people could not picture me in the right frame. On the bicycle I am a weird foreigner, travelling through Thailand and that people can understand, there are more strangers, doing that.