We had eaten the final mouthful of steaming rice porridge and drained the last of our coffees. Final toilet stops had been made and every single item of clothing had been donned. The scooters were ticking over and our rooms had been paid for.
Rubbing our hands together and stamping our feet, we could put it off no longer.
It was just before 8am, we were about to leave Chiang Dao, and it was bloody freezing.
“Wait!”, I said. “I have to take a photo.”
Anything to delay the inevitable.
Damn it was cold.