Sometimes you will see a mother and father, with a child in between them, one riding on the back, and one perched between the legs of whichever parent is driving. Fido riding happily in the wire basket up front. The most baffling thing i have seen in my time here did not take place on a motorbike, but inside of a rather large pickup truck. The woman in the passenger seat had her baby perched on the dashboard facing back at her inquisitively. Spears, you tabloid lovers would have had material for days on end. As it turns out, that was just another ride to school for that loving family. Thai girls that i pass. With no radio or music player to accompany me, i am a willing prisoner to the sounds that envelope my head and claw their way into my brain. The motorbike repair man tinkers in his shop while his wife cooks up a random dish in her sizzling kitchen. Kids shout to each other on their way to or from their next youthful adventure. The old men sit and loudly hack up pieces of their lungs that have liberated themselves from their smoke infused cells. Thai voices blare forth from loudspeakers set atop the roofs of disguised pick-up trucks. My eardrums pulsate with all the commotion, but it is now a soothing sensation for me. Luckily the nights here are rarely still. While i sit here and write my town is well into the sleepy hours, but i can still here the passing of rogue motorbikes and the conversations of the bullfrogs that inhabit my backyard. The addiction i have developed for this total sensation overload is enough to make me excited to go to sleep and hop back on my bike in the morning. Jeff received another wonderful soup tonight, this time chicken. All the maps showed that the roads headed inland from where we were, so thought this tiny glimpse was as good as it gets. Unfazed, we headed south. Luckily, we spotted a small sign for a car park, which naturally we went and investigated. From there, we found a trail that led to what we wanted to see.