I headed out hoping to find a friendly farmer but a few kilometres down the road, I reached another village where I caught up with some young teens biking. Like everybody else, they just talked about that moving target accommodation (always 10k down the road), so I walked up a side street to find help at which time one of the kids decided to invite me home. I offered to camp but the family made room for me in granny’s house and they even had a big mosquito net for me. Again, I was kindly offered dinner – sticky rice and some small fish, which was all bone, so I didn’t have much.