Eight hours on the road, of which around six were spent going in the right direction. The rest was spent getting lost courtesy of the she who must be obeyed navigation service, plus stops to refill the snacks which were being constantly consumed.
620 kilometres later we arrive in Tak, just in time for the Loy Kratong competition. This involved a series of half hour shows by various districts. Dozens of dancers and musicians did their thing while a team of young men risked severe burns by feeding a constant stream of burning coconut shells into the water.
It was a great show, well worth the drive, and I will bore you with photos when I get home. For now, I am restricted to using my phone, which is where the photo has come from, so apologies for the quality.
Tomorrow we head into a national park for two days. Right now, I need to sleep.
