My first memory of Thailand was a wall of humidity.

Less inundating this time.

We search the main road for a songtao, but we find no white truck shuttles. Cars whiz by in heat that drenches our clothes better suited to China.

Ethan expresses a safety concern.

Right, a truck bed isn't normal public transport. One finally arrives, and he faces his unease.

We arrive in Krabi town, every bit the Thailand I remember. 7-11 stores, tropical trees,   and vendors on every corner. 

First stop, fruit stall to practice my Thai. Juicy pineapple for two!

Why did I ever leave?