The First Fall

I turned tail north recently, to Chiang Mai, ostensibly to catch up with my friends who work in the Karen hill tribe refugee camp here. The trip was deeply costly by Thai standards (8000 bhat, about $250), inolved 2 taxis, a ferry, a bus, 2 planes, and some lovely downtime in Bankok's new airport; it also took 17 hours.

Up until this point, I had been very good about meeting the challenge every day, even if it meant doing asana in an airport. However, this day I had to get up at 5 am, pack, hop the taxi, and on and on. The only time I had was in Suvarnabhumi airport, which was really crowded, and I really didn't feel like making a day's practice here. By the time I arrived in Chiang Mai, I was really beat, and the day had been deeply challenging and aggravating. I was also really hungry for some decent food.

So at this point, I decided to skip the days practice, and get some curry... which was deeply satisfying. I later stopped by Sticky Rice, a rasta/blues bar and wondered half-seriously if there was some sort of beer asana...

alive and kicking, Chiang Mai, Thailand. brett.