The street where my guesthouse(s) were
I’ve been back home for a few weeks, but I’m still ruminating over my trip. Don’t worry, I’ll still blog about where I went, especially now that I’ve had some time to process the whole shebang.
After I spent a few days in Taipei and Bangkok I popped off to Chiang Mai, in the relatively cooler mountainous north of Thailand. To be honest I’d never heard of Chiang Mai before I started planning my trip. However I quickly learned from my guidebook and from talking to other travelers that the city is the cultural darling of northern Thailand due to its history as the capital of the (extinct) Lanna kingdom. Its one of those rare places that tourists and locals both love, and a robust tourism industry makes being there incredibly easy. There’s loads to do: trekking, ziplining, bungee jumping, kayaking, biking, elephant camps, comatose tigers, villagers in the hills to visit, guns to shoot, cooking school. It all sounds really fake but honestly its nice!
Anyways, people who follow me on Twitter will remember a very trying twelve hour bus ride from Bangkok, where we had to get out and push the damn bus. And then later we got a flat. And then later the bus broke down, so we moved to minivans. Oh, and I also almost got left at the bussstop because I was so in love with my noodle soup I wasn’t paying attention!
I arrived in town at midnight, which meant that there were only a handful of tuktuk drivers who could charge whatever they wanted to get me into town. UGH. Unfortunately I soon learned that half assed transport is just the name of the game in Thailand. There will always be a “breakdown.” You will always somehow move from a legit bus to a scary minivan. They will drive 100+++ mph and swerve all over on a one way windy unpaved road in the mountains in the dark. You will never see such service in Cambodia, Laos, or Vietnam. Thai people are totally over tourists. ANYWAYS. MOVING ON.
I loved Chiang Mai, and being there set the tone for the rest of my trip, I think. While I was there I kept feeling like I was in that Leonardo DiCaprio movie, but you know, without the beach and guns and drugs or whatever.
Memorable moments from Chiang Mai:
- Finally being in a place catering to tourists, including encountering the heartbreaking complexities of prostitution in Southeast Asia for the first time on the trip (I skipped Soi Cowboy in Bangkok). When I was in China and Vietnam many years ago the prostitution was… not as in my face? But then I didn’t go clubbing with mom (Sorry mom!). Here you couldn’t miss it. Combined with the begging old women and children who should not be out at 3am in a barÂ trying to sell you things or steal from you… it was overwhelming emotionally. I am still trying to put into words exactly why the prostitution bothered me, and I think ultimately it’s because it was the literal expression of women’s place in society. Transaction, ownership, an age old dance that reminds me of my place in the world as an Asian woman. I guess I believe that prostitution is in theory allright when no one’s getting taken advantage of, but that was hard to believe here. Also there was the obvious reality that a a good lot of the prostitutes were children. That was really really painful, and this is perhaps the most memorable bit of Chiang Mai that I’ll take with me.
- Taking my first tuktuk (scooter powered taxi). Invigorating!
- Making friends with a muy thai referee and a father son duo from Palo Alto. They told me that I had “good english!” and then I said “Oh, I’m American. Not an accomplishment.”
- Sitting on the corner of a deserted street in a new city at midnight with my big backpack and waiting for Danny to come find me.
- Having perhaps the saddest guesthouse room in my life. Maybe worse than my rooms in China. My feet never touched the floor, and I DID NOT MOVE in bed the whole night. When I woke up, here was the view which was gorgeous:
The Saturday Night Walking Market. Very similar to the SUNDAY Night Walking Market, as you might imagine.
Bugs! Protein! Delicious!
- Walking around the nightmarket and munching on toasted crickets.
- Bar hopping via tuktuk and sorngtauu (truck that functions as a public bus) with a bunch of good natured English teachers. I do not lie when I tell you “RAIN OVER ME” came on in the club and I DIED.
- Playing “Ladyboy or clueless farang (foreigner)” in the bar.
- Walking home from the bar at four am and hearing the monastery bells ringing. Realizing that the monks were getting up!
Danny’s coworker bought a new guitar. Testing.
- Having a mini concert in a sorngtauu
- The beautiful old city walls at the center of the city
Just me, proud curry maker.
- Taking an excellent Thai cooking course on an organic farm. (More on this later)
Note the alignment of the feet in this picture.
- Meditatin’ with the monks
Despite the mix of emotions, it was a fantastic place and I want to go back. Again, again!
So basically your even a greater asshole than I am. You are willfully ignoring some but not all. And your an asshole with less time on your hands, politely handling phone spam.
Mi sarebbe piaciuto vedere il filmato direttamente dal sito della rai ma purtroppo con silverlight/moonlight ci son sempre problemi su linux.nel mio caso ho una versione di moonlight forse vecchia o forse il sito richiede proprio silverlight e non accetta moonlight, comunque, non volevo essere polemico ma dal sito della rai non sono riuscito a vedere il filmato.L'ho guardato perÃƒÂ² da YouTube.Mi segno i link e al prossimo che mi parla delle profezie Maya glieli inoltro prima di iniziare a discutere 😉
The Absent Game…Involving me and my husband we’ve owned much more MP3 players over the years than I can count, together with Sansas, iRivers, iPods (classic & touch), the Ibiza Rhapsody, etc. But, the last few ages I’ve settled down to one line of players….
That’s a smart way of looinkg at the world.