We arrive in Nam Tha and I ask for a room. The Darasawath guesthouse is completely booked out, but the friendly women offers me to sleep in a kind of garage, where they have a single bed with a mosquitonet. I decide to take it and put my stuff in. I walk up the main road and pass a dozen foodstalls, lit by candles. Children offer fried bananas, soup, sweets and sate.
Many locals wander around on the dark road, there is almost no traffic.
Back in the guesthouse, I have dinner. They make excellent fruit shakes here. I join the Australian girls for a beer. I grab a candle and go to my garage to spend the night with two motorbikes. During the night I can hear strong rain beating on the roof.