Almost a week ago I left Bangkok. Almost nothing had been easy since my arrival there, but the last two days in the capital were particularly frustrating.
Despite my efforts, I never saw the teacher Wichit. We agree a meeting, but I waited for over an hour and he did not appear.
Then I had the feeling of having been waging an unequal battle against each and every one of my particular windmills, stubborn again and again to cut off my way. And with my spirit quite smitten, I decided to give myself an exit route to other lands north of the country, to conquer a new goal: to find a signwriter in the jungle. A good excuse for a nice ride.