I'll spare you more details about our second ride to Fang and Doi Angkan as Dave covered it well enough, although I do want to stress how marvelous the feeling was to drive along that deserted road. A must for anyone having some close affinity for special roads. And from Fang there's a fantastic loop bringing you at the foot of the steep ascend to Nor Lae. (coming from Thaton into Fang you'll pass UK and DJ hotel; go straight instead of turning left towards the centre and just follow the road. Don't take any lefts or rights afterwards). Of course any respectable Chiang Mai travel agency will tell you that the whole area is "non-touristy", where the White Man has never ever set foot or tyre before. To those who believe this : hands up and I'll personally come over to give you a good flogging. When I entered the Cheer Pub with Dave and Dan and laid my eyes on the magnificent red-haired singer again, I instantly knew that she was the Light of my Life, the Fire of my Loins. She's got an attitude that drives me nuts, sending all my hormones into turmoil. Fortunately she repeatedly came over to chat, whenever she found some free time and how happy was I to only have few witnesses to see how we were holding hands under the table like two shy and immaculate college kids. For all those Bad People out there, talking like Snakes with a double-split tongue and destroying the reputation of my Sweety Pie, I can guarantee ya all that she's undoubtly an unoperated and genuine mammal from the female species. To those who persist masculinizing her; well, I think they're all some sort of manifestation of the animal irresponsibility of the lower orders. The day after David and I came back to Chiang Mai I unexpectedly got a visit from a Belgian friend who works in BKK and we decided to drive back to Fang and greet my Wonderwoman again. Penetrating Cheer Pub (and yes, penetration was very present in my thoughts) at 11pm, there she was on the stage. Her Beauty was like a Surprise, an Awakening, a Shock. And once more, as soon as she had a break, we did the craziest thing on the whole wide world ; secretly holding hands under the table. At 2am I drove back to my hotel when I suddenly got a call on the handphone. And yes, that Voice! The Voice of my RED-KOLORED TANGERINE-FLAKE STREAMLINE BABY!! Telling me that she missed me and considered me as her boyfriend from now on. I immediately drove back to Cheer, saw her last appearance on stage and then, after 3am, then.....then......shit, I forgot, my knowledge of English is also too weak to explain...............but I'm convinced that nobody's interested in what happened next anyway...