I completely forgot to include this in the last post. It's a little poem/song that was framed behind the counter at the guesthouse we stayed in...pretty great for you romantics out there.
"In Budda's Garden
On the Coast of Siam Bay,
You have to stay til the Southeast Passat comes
and blows your leaves away.
That day you'll be free.
LAN TOM
Lee La Wa Dee"
Perhaps we didn't wait long enough for the Passat...
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hahaha tom you are the best.
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