The floating market

Like always, the morning comes too soon. We pull ourselves out of bed and make our way downstairs with big water bottles, not ready for the early rise. Our car and guide greets us and points the wheels out of town.

An hour later we wake up in a parking lot and are carted to a long, thin wooden boat. There a friendly Thai pulls the string on the motor and lets it whirl. We splash through the alleys of the market, stopping to buy fruit and mug at the scene.

Taylor sips from a straw stuck in a fruit, while I buy Thai boxer shorts. The palm leaves stretch out above as we glide past baskets hanging from the trees. We lap back past the old women selling mangoes and the men hawking beer. Pull back up to the car with luckily stuffed wallets, ready for lunch.