So the morning before the trek we rented motorbikes and headed about 60 km north to Pua. Neither of us are pros on motorbikes, but once we got the hang of it the ride was really nice. Folding hills, roadside villages, rice paddies, and stall after stall stacked high with the oranges Nan is known for. When we reached Pua it was a matter of asking around for directions to the wat. We finally found it on the outskirts of a small village.
Steep stairs lead to a small compound high up in the hills.
It was roasting hot by the time we arrived. We passed a large saffron cloth draped stupa and found a monk whom we asked for Prapark Poon, and sat down to wait. When he saw us he looked surprised, but genuinely happy. He really made us feel at home, monk style of course. He made us tea, showed us around the watt, and took us for a long walk in the hills.