I never knew geckos made noises before. As I type this, I'm sitting in an internet cafe in Pai, a sleepy town north of Chiang Mai full of hippies and expats. There are three geckos crawling around the ceiling tiles, tapping their tails and making clicking noises. I can't tell if the noises are from their tapping tails or from their throat

Famous for the stunning surrounding mountain scenery, Pai has got alot more foreigners than I expected for all it's 2 page mention in the Let's Go guide. But it certainly is beautiful and peaceful here. I was staying in a lovely little bamboo bungalow by the river for 100 baht, a little more than $2 USD. But (warning cheesy note coming up) all I can think of is how much K would enjoy this. It's the most romantic spot by the river I've seen. But what good does that do me now?

Gordon (the Scot who I met on our trekking trip), and I went to a blues bar last night. The singer was alright, but I wasn't that big a fan of the crowd. Yes at first glance this seems like a relaxed laid-back hippie town, but at the bar last night, you realize that most of them are fake hippies. It's obvious that mommy and daddy are subsidizing their stay here in Pai while they complain about capitalism and the modern world.

But Pai as a town is lovely, small and scenic. Yea, I think I could only stay a few days here before I go nuts. On Friday, it's back to Chiang Mai, where I'll hope on an overnight train to Bangkok with Gordon and Whitney (a jazz singer from NC that I met on the trek) and from Bangkok, it's on to Angkor Wat!