After an hour we reach a small town with a perplexing "Y" intersection. I wonder, which way- right or left. Kevin pulls over next to a group of men who are sitting in the shade, under a building outcrop. They turn to look at us- just curious, all smiles, nothing threatening. Thailand is a deeply Buddhist country; aggression, anger and threat do not have a place in the mindset of the people. "Koh-to-na-kop, sawat-dee-kop." Excuse me, hello, Kevin says to the men. "Wat Bang Plot?" As the men gather around the car window I show the tattoos on my left arm. Smiles sprout across their faces as they try to decipher my ink. People in Thailand like tattoos. It is a part of their life in a very natural way. In unison, they all nod their heads and point to the left down the road. One man shakes his hand encouragingly, as if to say not too far away, keep going. I thank the men, "Kop-Khun-Mana-Kop" and make a mental note of what this place looks like. We are going to have to find our way home too.