planes, trains, n tuk tuks….

Our quaint riverside hut quickly became on of those things in life that sounds wonderful theoretically, but in practicality is HORRID.  it started while Catie n i were waiting outside our respective huts for B to return as she had the key when C noticed perched above our heads a spider the size of my hand.  The minicing look in his eye warned us he meant bizness and if given the chance would jump straight on our faces.  We screamed like 2 american girls in the wilderness of thailand w/ a man eating spider in their huts, ran back across the rickety bamboo bridge w/ the lightness of foot of an olympic hurdler back to the safety of Pai town.  had a beer, lamented the fact that we eventually had to return to the scene of the crime and that not knowing where the spider would be is certainly worse than knowing where he was.  Eventually B showed up and we trapsed back over the bamboo bridge in pitch black darkeness w/ just a headlamp to light the way to certain death.  Little did we know, the night was just getting started.  

Catie promptly changed rooms with B, as she now had 4 lizards in her hut, one for each thatched wall, and B was not bothered by lizards.  We surrounded ourselves with the mossi net, full of holes, and tucked ourselves in for the night.  Over my book in my periphery i saw the tale end of something run across on the four bamboo beams that made up the frame of the interior space.  The  the noise beagan.  squeaking, churing, shuffling behind the draped side panel as we could ssee the outlin of the perpetrator moving across our room.  The largest rat (nyc large) was running in a circuit avout our heads in 5 minute intervals for the rest of the night.  He’d go up the wall behind th tatch part gather miscillaneous debris in his mouth carry it across the other side back to where he was makin no coublt an extension off the back for his inlaws.    Tirelessly working, running, and squeeling all night long,  2 ft from our heads.    Perfect.  We had nothing more than the flimsy mossi net b/w us.   A bat also joined at some point in the night as well as other unidentified creatures of the night who carried on a serious debate.  Probably about what they had to do to get us out of their hut.

“if we can just make it until morning….surely it’s almost light.   What time is it?”

“12:45″

Perfect.   When it finally did get light, we were up and outa there w/ a new concept of what ‘hitting bottom” really means.

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