|  | | There's no wine in this | | | | | Woke up to a misty morning with fog hovering over the rivers. We sat in a cafe sipping our tea and looking down the quiet streets. It was slightly cool and calm - a bit like an autumn sunday back home.
We wondered around the town passing more Wats and temples. There was the faint smell of wood in the air mixing with the smell of the flowers. No one was bothered that we were there ... infact they may not even noticed. They just went on with their normal daily chores, while the local children played and washed in the river below. The sun burned off the mist and we climbed up Phu Si where we chatted to some more monks. Later we returned with some (pretty awful) wine coolers and sat watching the sun shinning beams through the clouds.
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