Arrived in Pai, a town four hours north of Chiang Mai that is relaxed and welcoming with jazz music drifting through its streets from open air bars. It rained ealier and afterward there was a rainbow and the air turned cool and fragrant as dusk settled in.

A drunk Dutch guy enlightened me last night on the difference between a tourist and a traveler. He had spent the last five hours drinking beer in the restaurant of our guest house. Halfway through Spiderman, the DVD crapped out and he took this as his opportunity to begin the lesson.

At Kao San Road (tourist ghetto), we visited our favorite travel agent (her name is Joy) where Jenny found out that she would not be able to get her Vietnam visa until next Friday. Bugger.