Road to Ratanakiri

We had a wet and slippery start from our lodge, along a short section of muddy road, but once on the asphalt things dried up a bit, but then they got wet again on and off all day. Once more we had a tiff about where to stay. This time we arrived at a place with wooden bungalows and equally wooden walkways leading to them. It was a nice setting, but the wood was rotten and slippery, so much so that one of the staff leading the way, slipped and had a nasty fall, one walkway was actually swaying to one side. I had to put my foot down hard, not literally as that would have broken more wood, but

“I’m definitely, not staying here, it's a death trap!”

Khalla was none too pleased since she seemed to be rather taken with the place. We ended up in an old but secure house run by a French/Khmer couple, small, but safe. I began to wonder if my propensity for safety precautions was due to my old age.