I am currently in the sleepy little Thai town of Pai, planning to spend the next week eating delicious food, sleeping for hours in my bamboo hut, drinking cold beer by the riverside firepit, hiring a motorbike to visit nearby waterfalls and hot springs, trekking to meet some of the hill tribes, and hanging out with the many wonderful people I’ve met in Thailand in the past two weeks.
Someone asked me recently, “What is the best travel memory you have so far on this trip?” Well, it could be Chiang Mai’s Songkran. Or it could be seeing the Taj Mahal for the first time. Or it could be paragliding over the Himalayas in Nepal, or partying with my best friend on the beaches of southern Thailand, or sitting in the Thar desert of India listening to traditional music after an incredible curry dinner. Or it could be, simply, that day in Yangon where I was so happy that I literally jumped for joy for hours and hours with three people I held (and still hold) so dear in my heart.
It’s time to send some more postcards. Tell me about a time you were so happy you wanted to jump for joy, and I’ll send you a postcard from Pai.