The first occasion when I leased a bike and headed toward Ban Napia I heard noisy blasts of thunder. It was mid morning with clear skies. I pulled over and glanced around. Out there, green mountains ascended, and in the valleys between them was a second column of tops, then a third, every one a kind of foggy converse of the one preceding. Nearer to the street, where the area was compliment, however still slanted, were terraced rice paddies and scattered houses. It was the dry season and the vast majority of the fields were neglected, however close to the spot where I stood, an occupied stream kept one territory green. I saw a modest bunch of specialists in the field. With each delicate blast of wind, I could hear the rice stalks bowing and pushing against each other and contending with the sound of twelve modest waterfalls as one porch overwhelmed onto the following.
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Monday, 4 April 2016
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The first occasion when I leased a bike and headed toward Ban Napia I heard noisy blasts of thunder. It was mid morning with clear skies. I pulled over and glanced around. Out there, green mountains ascended, and in the valleys between them was a second column of tops, then a third, every one a kind of foggy converse of the one preceding. Nearer to the street, where the area was compliment, however still slanted, were terraced rice paddies and scattered houses. It was the dry season and the vast majority of the fields were neglected, however close to the spot where I stood, an occupied stream kept one territory green. I saw a modest bunch of specialists in the field. With each delicate blast of wind, I could hear the rice stalks bowing and pushing against each other and contending with the sound of twelve modest waterfalls as one porch overwhelmed onto the following.
The first occasion when I leased a bike and headed toward Ban Napia I heard noisy blasts of thunder. It was mid morning with clear skies. I pulled over and glanced around. Out there, green mountains ascended, and in the valleys between them was a second column of tops, then a third, every one a kind of foggy converse of the one preceding. Nearer to the street, where the area was compliment, however still slanted, were terraced rice paddies and scattered houses. It was the dry season and the vast majority of the fields were neglected, however close to the spot where I stood, an occupied stream kept one territory green. I saw a modest bunch of specialists in the field. With each delicate blast of wind, I could hear the rice stalks bowing and pushing against each other and contending with the sound of twelve modest waterfalls as one porch overwhelmed onto the following.
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