The weekend market is crazy. The stalls are right up beside each other they seem as one almost. Grilled squid sold next to wooden elephants and Pandora bracelets. Tourists and Thais crowd into the small space there is to walk. The Thais stop without warning to look or to buy something, and backing up the throngs of people behind them. Whereas Tourists will attempt to squeeze out of the way, but will give up and stand in the walk way like all the others. The vendors keep their money in buckets in plain sight as if to say “it is easy to take, but I know you wont.” The fruit is so fresh it makes the smoothies taste like nothing I have had before. The pineapple does not taste like pineapple, so juicy and alive. Lights are being set up to get ready for sundown, when things will get even busier, when the final push of people will bring to an end the weekend market.
I am closing up my room. Pulling the windows together, and shutting my doors to the outside. The air is getting warmer, and the street lights will go on any minute. It is only a quarter to seven, but I pull my curtains shut and turning on the fan. I am getting ready for another warm night. Things do not become quieter or more still when the sun goes down, but the heat gives you almost a forced peace. As if to move would disturb the little bit of cool you are holding onto. I fall asleep with my body spread out, and the only thing to move is my head, turning from side to side trying to find a cool spot on the pillow. I can see a building on one of the hills from my window. I believe it is a Buddhist temple, and at night lights line the roof and dot the windows. In the day it will disappear into the trees.
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