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"Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy"
---anonymous
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Monday, March 28, 2005
even more photos!
even more photos!
more and more from Thailand!
"Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy"
---anonymous
www.rbaba.blogspot.com (my ranting blog)
www.robbibaba.blogspot.com (our travel blog)
even more photos!
more and more from Thailand!
"Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy"
---anonymous
www.rbaba.blogspot.com (my ranting blog)
www.robbibaba.blogspot.com (our travel blog)
even more photos!
more and more from Thailand!
"Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy"
---anonymous
www.rbaba.blogspot.com (my ranting blog)
www.robbibaba.blogspot.com (our travel blog)
Bali high
You just can't believe everything you read--like the sign on this business advertising the fastest connection in Ubud. Well, maybe...I'm trying to do a massive photo upload. It seems to be slower than ever...
Sorry for that last post. Actually things got a little better after some more weirdness (we hired a driver for the day and he ended up taking us only to places where he'd get a kickback--this became quite obvious after a bit and really sucked. He took us way the hell out of town to this touristy area overlooking a volcano but it started pouring rain. Turned out his funky suv leaked like a sieve and had no defrosters! I had to keep mopping the windshield with India's sorong. Even so we almost died on the windy crazy congested little Bali roads that we got kindof used to it. We were just so glad to get back alive! Joyce, I must say, remained amazingly upbeat all throughout. I was embarrassed for choosing such a lousy driver). We moved to another guesthouse, the prettiest one yet, with lots and lots of carvings and sculpture everywhere and the nicest pool I think I've ever been in. It's also in a great location to walk, close to our favorite resturaunt too. Like most Bali guesthouses we've seen (all really) it has a skanky bathroom. And noisy chainsmoking neighbors. But it's set back in the rice paddys and since Krista is feeling ill again, we're staying put for now. It's only $10 a night! Incredible.
I had a wonderful massage at a funky little spa for 30,000rp. I gave the gal a 50,000rp tip! She was awesome. I'd like to be going there daily. But somehow the days have been taken up.
Actually, now that Joyce is winging home (or just about landed I hope) I feel it's time to change gears and just hunker down--no more sightseeing for a bit, no more trying to shop. Swim, eat, read, play with the kids and recover from Bali Belly is our new agenda. For a bit.
A nice German couple staying next door is in the import business. They told us where to go to buy wholesale. It's so tempting to buy a load of beautiful handcrafted stuff and have it shipped home! The people here are just amazing artists and craftsmen. But we don't have a house! And we don't have any room left in our storage locker!
They also told us about some tiny islands off of Lombok where we could just hang out on white sand beaches while Krista writes her children's book and all. We'll see.
We've just met a friend from the OCF! Lynzee Deva, who has been here since December getting clothes made to sell back home. She's leaving Thursday but we hope to connect enough for her to bring us somewhat up to speed!
Sorry for that last post. Actually things got a little better after some more weirdness (we hired a driver for the day and he ended up taking us only to places where he'd get a kickback--this became quite obvious after a bit and really sucked. He took us way the hell out of town to this touristy area overlooking a volcano but it started pouring rain. Turned out his funky suv leaked like a sieve and had no defrosters! I had to keep mopping the windshield with India's sorong. Even so we almost died on the windy crazy congested little Bali roads that we got kindof used to it. We were just so glad to get back alive! Joyce, I must say, remained amazingly upbeat all throughout. I was embarrassed for choosing such a lousy driver). We moved to another guesthouse, the prettiest one yet, with lots and lots of carvings and sculpture everywhere and the nicest pool I think I've ever been in. It's also in a great location to walk, close to our favorite resturaunt too. Like most Bali guesthouses we've seen (all really) it has a skanky bathroom. And noisy chainsmoking neighbors. But it's set back in the rice paddys and since Krista is feeling ill again, we're staying put for now. It's only $10 a night! Incredible.
I had a wonderful massage at a funky little spa for 30,000rp. I gave the gal a 50,000rp tip! She was awesome. I'd like to be going there daily. But somehow the days have been taken up.
Actually, now that Joyce is winging home (or just about landed I hope) I feel it's time to change gears and just hunker down--no more sightseeing for a bit, no more trying to shop. Swim, eat, read, play with the kids and recover from Bali Belly is our new agenda. For a bit.
A nice German couple staying next door is in the import business. They told us where to go to buy wholesale. It's so tempting to buy a load of beautiful handcrafted stuff and have it shipped home! The people here are just amazing artists and craftsmen. But we don't have a house! And we don't have any room left in our storage locker!
They also told us about some tiny islands off of Lombok where we could just hang out on white sand beaches while Krista writes her children's book and all. We'll see.
We've just met a friend from the OCF! Lynzee Deva, who has been here since December getting clothes made to sell back home. She's leaving Thursday but we hope to connect enough for her to bring us somewhat up to speed!
Friday, March 25, 2005
bali blues
Warning!!!! This entry is one long complaint. I'm going to whine and you should feel free to skip this one. Really.
It's 9:37 pm and next door is a temple with a song and dance/gamelon performance going on. It's loud and weird sounding, so I came down from our room where I was looking at an early bedtime. The performance is not a tourist thing. A few of us 'farang' (not a Balinese word, or even concept from what I can gather) were standing on tiptoe looking in. There are hundreds of locals in temple garb watching, walking around, chatting, zooming off on motorbikes.
Joyce, India and I tried to attend a temple event last night--something about the full moon. We got real authentic bali sarongs and I even got the funny hat thing the men seem to all wear to temple, but we were turned away. We couldn't figure out why. It's all very strange. Unlike the straight forward and inclusive Buddhism of Thailand, the Balinese religion seems bizare and unapproachable. I don't get it.
I've been avoiding writing due to a negative head space. To my great surprise I have not been enjoying Bali much, and have been really missing gritty old Thailand. I shouldn't compare the two, but I can't seem to help it.
Part of this is surely due to being ill. My guts have been all messed up and my energy very low ever since we got here. I also have a horrible cramp in my neck from carrying too much luggage through too many airports. But there's something else. All through Thailand, with a few exceptions, I felt capable as the family guide and agent. And it was relatively easy to handle the money, the transportation, the accomodations, the shopping, the sightseeing. Bali has me flummoxed (sp?).
We met lots of people in Thailand who would ask top dollar for a tuk tuk ride, or a shirt. But top dollar doesn't mean cheating someone. Here people are out for blood. They mjght ask 10 times what something is 'worth'. Not everyone, but many many people here seem to see us as moving targets.
The staff at our first guesthouse pulled every trick in the book to get our money. They lied and cheated all the while smiling warmly at us. I was too weak and ill to battle them. It really only came out to a small amount of money, but the spirit of the exchange sickened us all. Yuk.
As a result we've hardly bought anything. It's really weird! Our first full day we went out for a long walk to 'go shopping' but ended up marching past most of the stores. It was really weird! India got very frustrated, and I didn't get it at first. But Krista explained--until you know roughly what something should cost you can't make an initial offer. And their initial offers are too often outrageous. It's too confusing. If we buy something we end up feeling cheated again. And almost every shopkeeper jumps on us, trying to aggressively make a sale. We just get the hell out!
Same with transportation, which is confusing and unmarked anyway. The two times we've actually used a 'taxi' we were grossly overcharged! We didn't know how to bargain. To avoid being cheated we've just walked everywhere, which is very tiring because the sun is so very strong here. God it's hot. How I miss the tuk tuks and songtheaws!
We've have met a few nice people, mostly resturaunt workers. There are many beautiful cafes and resturaunts here. and since the prices are (apparently) fixed we can relax a bit. One of the guys who works in our new guesthouse is really nice too.
But Ubud is not really what I expected. As Joyce put it 'it's the Carmel (or Beverly Hills) of Bali. The main streets are lined with beautifully appointed shops, chic cafes, internet dives, guest houses, temples, funky shops, funky resturaunts, guest houses, internet cafes, etc...in an endlessly repeating pattern. It's mostly very pretty, and kindof exotic, but it feels like one big strip mall.
Today we got off the main streets looking for a better guest house, and there really is a village, or town, here. Sort of. But we seem to be about 15 years too late. I think most of the people are just sick of tourists, or maybe resentful for being so dependent on their whims and dollars. Also, it seems that there are more people struggling here, to get by. I'm not really sure about that, but it feels that way. Maybe there's not much middle class?
Another weird thing is that so much of the stuff in the stores is also endlessly repeated. Much of it crap, some beautiful things, but the same stuff over and over. The great majority of it having nothing at all to do with Balinese culture. I read that the Balinese craftspeople are mostly all poor and can't afford to take risks. So Western designers come in and have a bunch of cats holding fishing poles made, or fake aboriginal stuff, and whammo, it's in every store. Of course it can't really work for long. Who the hell's going to buy a cat with a fishing pole anymore? It's kind of a shame.
Especially since the Balinese do make things very well. Nearly every guesthouse we've seen is, on some level, gorgeous. Some are spectacular. Of course from the outside they mostly all look exactly the same, as do most of the temples! Repetition is our theme here.
Our place now has orchids and hibiscus and all sorts of green plants and flowering shrubs. It has big tiled porches, carvings, wonderful stone work and pathways. Our room is only 50,ooo rp (about $6 a night). Unfortunately last night the temple noise went till about 11pm, then scooters roaring, then dogs barking and barking, then this horrible horrible frog that sounds exactly like a bleating goat! The frog went on ALL night till I was nearly frantic. Especially with Eden flopping her hot sticky leg on me. We hardly slept at all.
But I will say, there don't seem to be mosquitoes here! Not many anyway, which none of us can figure out. Sure there are bats swooping all over (one parked on our porch ceiling) and millions of geckos. But there are flooded rice paddys all over the place.
Oh well, sorry to waste your time. I'll try to gave a good day tomorrow and some exotic experience to entertain you with next time.
love
rob
It's 9:37 pm and next door is a temple with a song and dance/gamelon performance going on. It's loud and weird sounding, so I came down from our room where I was looking at an early bedtime. The performance is not a tourist thing. A few of us 'farang' (not a Balinese word, or even concept from what I can gather) were standing on tiptoe looking in. There are hundreds of locals in temple garb watching, walking around, chatting, zooming off on motorbikes.
Joyce, India and I tried to attend a temple event last night--something about the full moon. We got real authentic bali sarongs and I even got the funny hat thing the men seem to all wear to temple, but we were turned away. We couldn't figure out why. It's all very strange. Unlike the straight forward and inclusive Buddhism of Thailand, the Balinese religion seems bizare and unapproachable. I don't get it.
I've been avoiding writing due to a negative head space. To my great surprise I have not been enjoying Bali much, and have been really missing gritty old Thailand. I shouldn't compare the two, but I can't seem to help it.
Part of this is surely due to being ill. My guts have been all messed up and my energy very low ever since we got here. I also have a horrible cramp in my neck from carrying too much luggage through too many airports. But there's something else. All through Thailand, with a few exceptions, I felt capable as the family guide and agent. And it was relatively easy to handle the money, the transportation, the accomodations, the shopping, the sightseeing. Bali has me flummoxed (sp?).
We met lots of people in Thailand who would ask top dollar for a tuk tuk ride, or a shirt. But top dollar doesn't mean cheating someone. Here people are out for blood. They mjght ask 10 times what something is 'worth'. Not everyone, but many many people here seem to see us as moving targets.
The staff at our first guesthouse pulled every trick in the book to get our money. They lied and cheated all the while smiling warmly at us. I was too weak and ill to battle them. It really only came out to a small amount of money, but the spirit of the exchange sickened us all. Yuk.
As a result we've hardly bought anything. It's really weird! Our first full day we went out for a long walk to 'go shopping' but ended up marching past most of the stores. It was really weird! India got very frustrated, and I didn't get it at first. But Krista explained--until you know roughly what something should cost you can't make an initial offer. And their initial offers are too often outrageous. It's too confusing. If we buy something we end up feeling cheated again. And almost every shopkeeper jumps on us, trying to aggressively make a sale. We just get the hell out!
Same with transportation, which is confusing and unmarked anyway. The two times we've actually used a 'taxi' we were grossly overcharged! We didn't know how to bargain. To avoid being cheated we've just walked everywhere, which is very tiring because the sun is so very strong here. God it's hot. How I miss the tuk tuks and songtheaws!
We've have met a few nice people, mostly resturaunt workers. There are many beautiful cafes and resturaunts here. and since the prices are (apparently) fixed we can relax a bit. One of the guys who works in our new guesthouse is really nice too.
But Ubud is not really what I expected. As Joyce put it 'it's the Carmel (or Beverly Hills) of Bali. The main streets are lined with beautifully appointed shops, chic cafes, internet dives, guest houses, temples, funky shops, funky resturaunts, guest houses, internet cafes, etc...in an endlessly repeating pattern. It's mostly very pretty, and kindof exotic, but it feels like one big strip mall.
Today we got off the main streets looking for a better guest house, and there really is a village, or town, here. Sort of. But we seem to be about 15 years too late. I think most of the people are just sick of tourists, or maybe resentful for being so dependent on their whims and dollars. Also, it seems that there are more people struggling here, to get by. I'm not really sure about that, but it feels that way. Maybe there's not much middle class?
Another weird thing is that so much of the stuff in the stores is also endlessly repeated. Much of it crap, some beautiful things, but the same stuff over and over. The great majority of it having nothing at all to do with Balinese culture. I read that the Balinese craftspeople are mostly all poor and can't afford to take risks. So Western designers come in and have a bunch of cats holding fishing poles made, or fake aboriginal stuff, and whammo, it's in every store. Of course it can't really work for long. Who the hell's going to buy a cat with a fishing pole anymore? It's kind of a shame.
Especially since the Balinese do make things very well. Nearly every guesthouse we've seen is, on some level, gorgeous. Some are spectacular. Of course from the outside they mostly all look exactly the same, as do most of the temples! Repetition is our theme here.
Our place now has orchids and hibiscus and all sorts of green plants and flowering shrubs. It has big tiled porches, carvings, wonderful stone work and pathways. Our room is only 50,ooo rp (about $6 a night). Unfortunately last night the temple noise went till about 11pm, then scooters roaring, then dogs barking and barking, then this horrible horrible frog that sounds exactly like a bleating goat! The frog went on ALL night till I was nearly frantic. Especially with Eden flopping her hot sticky leg on me. We hardly slept at all.
But I will say, there don't seem to be mosquitoes here! Not many anyway, which none of us can figure out. Sure there are bats swooping all over (one parked on our porch ceiling) and millions of geckos. But there are flooded rice paddys all over the place.
Oh well, sorry to waste your time. I'll try to gave a good day tomorrow and some exotic experience to entertain you with next time.
love
rob
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Ubud
We made it. The landing was much softer in Bali. An official airport taxi (fixed price) whisked us up to Ubud and dropped us off at some friend's guesthouse. At first glance it seemed magnificent! Beautiful gardens and the building is architecturally beautiful. Big porches, a gorgeous pool, carved furniture. Just a little grungy around the edges and the upstairs room was HOT with a weak fan and no ac. We were too tired to fret (except for the two humongous cockroaches in the downstairs room). I set up a mosquitoe net for eden and we crashed.
Our last meal in Thailand, alas, was at a Burger King! They had vege burgers. I got sick. Not too bad, but I had a rough morning today. We took a very long walk into Ubud proper and while the gals had lunch I found us a beautiful new homestay. No pool, but CLEAN and more centrally located. We are staying a second night at the pool place and getting reamed I might add---it's 200,000 rp plus tax, although breakfast is include. Our new place is 50,000 rp and 90,000 for Joyce's penthouse suite, complete with outdoor tub. From her patio we can see into the temple across the street and the proprietor says there will be a big festival tomorrow night. He's cooking for it.
One big difference here is that it's really beautiful. Green and lush, with almost none of the urban grime and ugliness that plauged Thailand. And temples everywhere. And almost every resturaunt and homestay has some fantastic stone facade. I think we'll like it here, once we get our bearings. We've been stuck on kind of a busy road so far. Too tired to explore very far. Also, the money has us a bit flumoxed. It's about 9100rp to the dollar. So our new digs will be about $5.00 and $9.00 respectively (including breakfast!). Our pizzas tonight cost about $2.50. But it's still confusing. People tend not to give exact change--they round up in their own favor. When it's 750rp that seems wrong to us, but then it's only about seven and a half cents! Weird.
Sorry this is so dull, but I spent most of the day laying on our bed.
more later.
love
rob
Our last meal in Thailand, alas, was at a Burger King! They had vege burgers. I got sick. Not too bad, but I had a rough morning today. We took a very long walk into Ubud proper and while the gals had lunch I found us a beautiful new homestay. No pool, but CLEAN and more centrally located. We are staying a second night at the pool place and getting reamed I might add---it's 200,000 rp plus tax, although breakfast is include. Our new place is 50,000 rp and 90,000 for Joyce's penthouse suite, complete with outdoor tub. From her patio we can see into the temple across the street and the proprietor says there will be a big festival tomorrow night. He's cooking for it.
One big difference here is that it's really beautiful. Green and lush, with almost none of the urban grime and ugliness that plauged Thailand. And temples everywhere. And almost every resturaunt and homestay has some fantastic stone facade. I think we'll like it here, once we get our bearings. We've been stuck on kind of a busy road so far. Too tired to explore very far. Also, the money has us a bit flumoxed. It's about 9100rp to the dollar. So our new digs will be about $5.00 and $9.00 respectively (including breakfast!). Our pizzas tonight cost about $2.50. But it's still confusing. People tend not to give exact change--they round up in their own favor. When it's 750rp that seems wrong to us, but then it's only about seven and a half cents! Weird.
Sorry this is so dull, but I spent most of the day laying on our bed.
more later.
love
rob
India in a hill tribe crown
photos
Originally uploaded by Robbi Baba.
India is all set to get married now, at least in an Akha village.
Monday, March 21, 2005
Bangkok Upswing
We're okay. We found a very sweet little corner of Bangkok, Rambuttri street near Khao San Road, much quieter but still quite lively. It reminds us very much of Saturday night at the Oregon Country Fair. Pretty lights, lots of mellow cafes, street vendors--many of whom are selling actual crafts they've made. I bought pad thai from a woman with a little cart who woks it up right there to order. It's great.
Today, once we moved into our nicer (much nicer) guesthouse (has a pool on the roof terrace and is actually clean) we dragged ourselves out in the heat to find the water taxi pier. It's easy walking distance. We ended up hiring a longtail boat so as to get to the Grand Palace before the gates closed at 3:30. Jeeesus what a ride. not safe! lots of spray hitting us! yikes! But we got there and hit the gates around 3:10 (it stays open inside till 5pm). Krista had to borrow a sarong to cover her shorts and India socks and shoes to cover her feet. It seemed like an enormous hot hot sticky hot hassle, but once inside we were floored.
I'm just so glad we didn't go here first! This place is the Disneyland of wats. I've never seen such oppulance. I really can't describe it. Ornate, delightful, over the top, astounding. It makes even the most spendid wats we've seen look shabby, and it just goes on and on. I'll try to get some photos up.
We hired a tuk tuk and all crammed in to take us to wat pho to see the reclining buddha. The thai version of the statue of liberty. Even though they were dead tired and starting to complain, the girl's faces lit up with delight and appreciation. Eden got positively excited.
more later. maybe.
I'm trying to get some photos up.
Today, once we moved into our nicer (much nicer) guesthouse (has a pool on the roof terrace and is actually clean) we dragged ourselves out in the heat to find the water taxi pier. It's easy walking distance. We ended up hiring a longtail boat so as to get to the Grand Palace before the gates closed at 3:30. Jeeesus what a ride. not safe! lots of spray hitting us! yikes! But we got there and hit the gates around 3:10 (it stays open inside till 5pm). Krista had to borrow a sarong to cover her shorts and India socks and shoes to cover her feet. It seemed like an enormous hot hot sticky hot hassle, but once inside we were floored.
I'm just so glad we didn't go here first! This place is the Disneyland of wats. I've never seen such oppulance. I really can't describe it. Ornate, delightful, over the top, astounding. It makes even the most spendid wats we've seen look shabby, and it just goes on and on. I'll try to get some photos up.
We hired a tuk tuk and all crammed in to take us to wat pho to see the reclining buddha. The thai version of the statue of liberty. Even though they were dead tired and starting to complain, the girl's faces lit up with delight and appreciation. Eden got positively excited.
more later. maybe.
I'm trying to get some photos up.
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Low point
The travel gods must have been displeased with us. Our plans were all awry and we ended up in Bankok very late and the well reviewed hotel I'd booked from the airport was hideous. I declined But it took me about 45 minutes to find it, after our taxi driver had dumped us off on the sweaty hot party streets. Imagine us hauling our luggage down this crowded street, Krista carrying a drooping Eden, hoping that The Wild Orchid was ahead (some Thai girl had told us it was). We got to The Orchid (even worse than the wild one) and said 'no, this CAN'T be it'. We're in dingy flophouse land. I parked the family at a little resturaunt and went scrambling about. The staff at the modest resturaunt were so concerned that one of the gals led me about to try to find a place. Everyplace was full. Finally I found the Thai Cozy House which boasts a slick polished lobby, all marble tile, with an elevator and all. The room (on the 5th floor looked great, at least to my tired frantic eyes).
It took some shlepping to drag our bags and Eden over, and then it turned out that they only had one room on floor 5 and the price was 750 not 350, which is what I'd thought I heard. Money no problem. But we got to our second floor rooms and they were icky. No window, stuffy, no top sheep (which, to be fair, is common here) and heavy on the mosquitoes. The bathroom was done in early eeeewwwww. India refused to bathe. If I hadn't been so exhausted......But we were. It was awful. Were down in the lobby now, about to order breakfast. Then out into the streets, me at least, instead of sight seeing, trying to find a decent place for our last night in Thailand.
wish me luck.
It took some shlepping to drag our bags and Eden over, and then it turned out that they only had one room on floor 5 and the price was 750 not 350, which is what I'd thought I heard. Money no problem. But we got to our second floor rooms and they were icky. No window, stuffy, no top sheep (which, to be fair, is common here) and heavy on the mosquitoes. The bathroom was done in early eeeewwwww. India refused to bathe. If I hadn't been so exhausted......But we were. It was awful. Were down in the lobby now, about to order breakfast. Then out into the streets, me at least, instead of sight seeing, trying to find a decent place for our last night in Thailand.
wish me luck.
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Sukhothai
It was a long hard slog to get here. Krista came down with food poisoning last night and had some rough hours! She felt just enough better to go with us tonight on a tour of the inner city. We ditched her this morning and toured the outer city (actually we left to give her peace and quiet to recover). Our chosen mode of touring is in this mini songtheaw pushed by a fellow on a motorcycle. The handlebars and front wheel of the cycle being replaced by our little open air two wheeled cart, with padded benches and an awning. Lovely! It gave us a delightful breeze and all the exhaust goes out behind. And it really is hot here. We're in the central rice growing region of Thailand and it is very humid.
Lucky for us we found a lovely guesthouse/resort run by a charming Italian ex-pat Paulo and his Thai family. It has a lovely pool and an airconditioner (which works on the downstairs. Krista and the girls fairly roasted last night upstairs. Oh well. As seems usual in Thailand, the beds are rock hard. I read that you know you're in Thailand when the whole bathroom gets wet when you take a shower, and when you get a bruise sleeping on your side.
We are truly in a little village here, very different from even Chaing Dao. I love it. Tonight is the weekly night market, it being Saturday. We get to try it out on the way home.
Oh, the food just arrived. I didn't tell you about the majestic awe inspiring histrorical park!! Next installment. If the travel gods smile upon us, we'll be able to catch a flight out of her tomorrow to Bangkok. Pray for us!
rob
Lucky for us we found a lovely guesthouse/resort run by a charming Italian ex-pat Paulo and his Thai family. It has a lovely pool and an airconditioner (which works on the downstairs. Krista and the girls fairly roasted last night upstairs. Oh well. As seems usual in Thailand, the beds are rock hard. I read that you know you're in Thailand when the whole bathroom gets wet when you take a shower, and when you get a bruise sleeping on your side.
We are truly in a little village here, very different from even Chaing Dao. I love it. Tonight is the weekly night market, it being Saturday. We get to try it out on the way home.
Oh, the food just arrived. I didn't tell you about the majestic awe inspiring histrorical park!! Next installment. If the travel gods smile upon us, we'll be able to catch a flight out of her tomorrow to Bangkok. Pray for us!
rob
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Did I mention....fear?
I wanted to add...I feel really really safe here. There are certainly many Thai who are maybe grumpy or not interested in farang. We've even seen a few drunks and crazy folk. But no one wants to hurt us! No one seems resentful even, which is amazing considering we are SO wealthy by their standards, and are no doubt trampling on their lovely etiquette. This absence of fear is one of the things I really wanted to experience. I love it.
Evening in Chiang Mai
We really like our guesthouse. The balcony overlooks the quiet roi with a two story bouganvilla (sp?) across the way and an old temple. As the sun was setting I sat there with Eden, who was drawing temples and humming 'la cucaracha' while I addressed postcards. The birds were singing and it was hot. Krista is resting, hopefully sleeping as night decends, to be fresh for the night market. I went out to the train station to get our south bound tickets today. The air, especially on the main drags, is pretty bad. If only the Thai could switch to biodiesel! It would cut their air polution drastically in no time. And I'm sure they could produce a lot of it just with waste cooking oil. I think I'll write a polite letter to their king.
The Thai people love their king and queen. They may even worship him. He has done alot, apparently, to better the lot of the poor, or so we hear. It's 180 degrees from home!
No one seems to care that we are Americans. It's interesting to try to guess which country the farang we see come from. I'd say Americans are in the minority, although I've met some really nice folks from Oregon, Nantucket, Detroit and Atlanta.
I'll try to get more photos posted soon. But it's damned hard choosing which ones out of (literally) hundreds to post.
love
rob
The Thai people love their king and queen. They may even worship him. He has done alot, apparently, to better the lot of the poor, or so we hear. It's 180 degrees from home!
No one seems to care that we are Americans. It's interesting to try to guess which country the farang we see come from. I'd say Americans are in the minority, although I've met some really nice folks from Oregon, Nantucket, Detroit and Atlanta.
I'll try to get more photos posted soon. But it's damned hard choosing which ones out of (literally) hundreds to post.
love
rob
More from Chiang Mai
This morning Krista and I set out to find a decent guesthouse. It was actually cool and breezy! Beautiful weather. We must have seen 20 places! All we require is a clean room, a nice green place to hang out, relatively cheap, quiet and in a good location. We finally gave up and went out for breakfast at a cute little cooking school resturaunt. While we were waiting I venutred next door and found our place! We booked two nights. We have a lovely balcony overlooking the roi and plenty of space. Best of all, it's clean and in a nice alley street (roi) with cooking and massage schools, plus a few little laundries. We took naps and are now out and about.
Chiang Mai is certainly big ugly dirty and noisy, but the little roi's are great. Much quieter and full of surprises. There are beautiful Thai homes here and there, tiny shops and food places. (An enormous cockroach is traversing the brick wall in front of me, here in the open air resturaunt where we're waiting for lunch).
We were all blown away by the craftwork at the night market last night. The Thai make really beautiful and diverse fabrics, especially silks. Trippy shoes, handbags in great organic shapes, wood carvings (we bought Eden a little wooden tuk tuk--the ubiquitous three wheel taxis ), I met a guy who made gorgeous hanging lanterns, metal bas relief images. Lots of hemp things, I bought a new wallet for 40 baht. Then there are the hill tribe women peddling real and fake handicrafts. There are gaggles of Akha women, all about 4.5 foot tall. India got pressured into buying a belt, which actually looks good on her. Several stalls were selling these astonishing soap carvings of flowers. They look absolutely real, glowing in vibrant colors,in these polished laquer round boxes. Not something we'd want, but stunning work. I can't possibly relate it all. And you have to haggle. At the night market I usually offer half of the asking price, but it's really subtle, which things are way overpriced or not. I bought these little brass phallus totems, which have a lizard perched on them (about an inch long) from tribeswomen. They had a bunch of them, some with tigers, one with a buffalo! I bought an extra one for my friend Danny.
Anyway, our food is here.
love
rob
Chiang Mai is certainly big ugly dirty and noisy, but the little roi's are great. Much quieter and full of surprises. There are beautiful Thai homes here and there, tiny shops and food places. (An enormous cockroach is traversing the brick wall in front of me, here in the open air resturaunt where we're waiting for lunch).
We were all blown away by the craftwork at the night market last night. The Thai make really beautiful and diverse fabrics, especially silks. Trippy shoes, handbags in great organic shapes, wood carvings (we bought Eden a little wooden tuk tuk--the ubiquitous three wheel taxis ), I met a guy who made gorgeous hanging lanterns, metal bas relief images. Lots of hemp things, I bought a new wallet for 40 baht. Then there are the hill tribe women peddling real and fake handicrafts. There are gaggles of Akha women, all about 4.5 foot tall. India got pressured into buying a belt, which actually looks good on her. Several stalls were selling these astonishing soap carvings of flowers. They look absolutely real, glowing in vibrant colors,in these polished laquer round boxes. Not something we'd want, but stunning work. I can't possibly relate it all. And you have to haggle. At the night market I usually offer half of the asking price, but it's really subtle, which things are way overpriced or not. I bought these little brass phallus totems, which have a lizard perched on them (about an inch long) from tribeswomen. They had a bunch of them, some with tigers, one with a buffalo! I bought an extra one for my friend Danny.
Anyway, our food is here.
love
rob
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Marketing in Chiang Mai
more chiang mai
Originally uploaded by Robbi Baba.
French fried meal worms. Yum! Probably the weirdest thing we saw in a very foreigh Warorot market.
chiang mai
chiang mai
Originally uploaded by Robbi Baba.
Young monks shopping for some really weird Thai goodies.
Chiang Mai
more chiang mai
Originally uploaded by Robbi Baba.
One of the many many Wats we have visited. They are all quite stunning and all quite different!
Back from Chiang Dao
Sorry for the lapse. We really were up in the middle of nowhere, (and loving it). We were wisked up to our Chiang Dao Nest resort in a fancy air conditoned mini van, but the scenary left us exchanging increasingly worried glances. It just got uglier and uglier. It really is dry season here. Not enough greenery to go around and lots of burned places, whether controlled burn or wildfire we couldn't tell. And it all seemed torn up with lots and lots of rubble. I guess a huge highway project is going on or something. The air was thick with smokey haze. You could see there were mountains up there but just barely.
Then all of a sudden we passed elephants. About 15 of them walking about this big property. I think they were working elephants, but there didn't seem to be any people about. The kids sat up for that!
By the time we got to the tiny town of Chiang Dao things were looking a little better, then woosh we drove past the Cave Temple complex and were turning down a driveway and viola, we'd arrived. It was our Enchanted April moment. ( my favorite travel movie).
What can I say? It was stunning. There was a beautiful outdoor cafe area with handmade wooden tables, orchids and beautiful plants everywhere. A truly beautiful Thai woman came to greet us, Pom, and we all of us instantly fell in love with her sweetness and her smile. We had a delightful lunch whilst waiting for out rooms to be made ready. One of the reasons we came to this place is Wiccha, one of the owners. She is an astounding gourmet chef who studied in Europe (where I suppose she met Stuart, her husband, the other owner). The food was perfect. And so cheap!
Anyhow, our bungalows were made of bamboo, with big french windows and cool smooth concrete floors. Simple, but elegant and beautiful, with little lotus ponds out front. I think there were only 6 of them. All down little gravel paths bounded by exotic flower bushes.
It was hot, but noticeably cooler than in Chiang Mai, and indeed for most of our stay the weather was perfect, and actually quite cool a few evenings.
While the kids and Joyce were settling in Krista and I stole away to explore. We ended up walking down the driveway and up the road, sort of in a dreamy haze. We passed a ripe banana tree and huge bamboo, as big as thigh, in sky high clusters. There was some exotic tree with a smooth straight trunk that soared way way up, no branches until the top canopy, which was raining down lovely pink and white flowers, spiral stars with the feel of orchids. Not in Kansas anymore.
Then we got to the end of the road and it was a big open gate. We'd seen another Nest guest go through so we hesitantly followed and came upon the most amazing white and gold temple glowing in the dusk. Our sense of being in a dream became delightfully intense. It was something straight out of Journey to the Wild Divine, if you know what that is. There was no one at all about. Just us. We followed the path and came to stairs, guarded by the now familiar, but very impressive, Thai Nagas--serpents or dragons. The stairs went up and up and up, winding out of sight.
The next day we went up them with Joyce and Eden. My god what a climb! We didn't follow them to their end, but could see it: A small golden temple high up on the mountain side. It truly took our breath away (even more than the hundreds of stairs). By this time Thai and Burmese monks were passing up, in their saffron robes. One or two actually greeted us! Mostly they aren't supposed to acknowledge women, (and seem indifferent to ridiculous farang men).
Okay, I'd better condense things a bit...
The next day we did the almost obligatory Elephant Ride/Bamboo Rafting/Visit to a Hill Tribe. What can I say? It was a bit disappointing, but I'm glad we did it. For me the best part was visiting the dirt poor Palong tribe and supporting them by buying lovely handicrafts. I got to go inside one of their homes, which are all up on stilts. It was quite simple I thought, then looking out the window hole (shutters, no glass) I saw a brand new solar panel mounted on a pole!! Turning around I suddenly noticed the old TV set in the corner! Whoa! Under the floor, I could see through gaps in the boards, were chickens and piglets scurrying about. It was a trip. Going down the river (which was often more like a broad shallow drainage canal) we saw lots of Thai kids playing and Thai men and women fishing or working in the fields above us. At one point a bunch of kids, who were loudly climbing up an overhanging tree and jumping in the water, swam over and boarded our rafts!!! They wanted a free ride down the little 'rapids'. Lots of people were friendly and waved to us, or back at us, calling 'sawadeeka', the main Thai greeting.
Our driver 'Mann' was very charming and very funny. He spoke some english and taught us a few words, but mainly made us laugh and laugh. We all adored him, except Eden, who he teased and teased (very theraputic for her I'm certain).
The next day we visited the Chiang Dao Cave, which is quite an elaborate temple complex. It was my fave. It was clearly a place more visited by Thais than farang. There was a whole ring of permanent markets and 'resturaunt' stalls. The markets mainly sold herbal preparations and raw or dried herbs. It was astounding to see the variety. Very exotic! I bought some 'pills' from a very old woman with an unintentionally comical label. They look like pepper corns and will make my hair black again (?), strenghten the sexual and prevent beriberi!
Inside the cave was a VERY impressive temple chocked full of buddhas and nagas and other statues. It was illuminated by daylight coming through a gap in the ceiling. Wow. I won't say much more except that we ended up following a Thai guide, carrying a stinky gas lantern, who spoke almost no english and suddenly we were expected to crawl on our hands and knees through a rather small hole (one of several it turned out). A rather wet and slippery hole too. It was all too harrowing for Eden, who bumped her head, twice. Clearly Krista and Joyce were glad for an excuse to take quick exit. India and I continued on to the bitter end, which turned out to be a very deep chasm! If we understood our guide correctly. And this is after slipping any number of times. Then we turned about and ended up going down the same way Eden was escorted--an incredibly steep slippery 'staircase'. Ack. I loved it. And yes, there were bats, though not so many. One flew by India's face once, inches away.
I could go on. The food was worthy of many paragraphs, but will get none here, except to say that one dark night I walked with the girls down to the resort's Thai resturaunt, down near the cave temple. We had a truly excellant meal, maybe the best Thai food I've had (made by Wiccha's sister). But Eden was very tired and did not like walking in the dark. In fact I had carried her about halfway down the hill. Suddenly Wiccha's sister appeared and told us that one of the staff (a very handsome fellow) had offered to drive us back up on a motorcycle! What could we say? Eden and I went first (no helmets!). I was terrified. It was very dark, very windy and there were dogs in the road. But we made it back in just a few rushing minutes and were greeted enthusiastically by Krista and Joyce who had just finished eating, and by Wiccha and a few other guests. Then up comes India, vrroooom. I was worried she'd be freaked out, holding onto some stranger, first time on a bike. She was elated! "We should get one of these things!!". Fun.
Today, instead of the expensive aircon mini bus we took a songtheauw down to Chiang Dao and boarded a real Thai bus. This saved us 1000 bhat and gave us a new and very uncomfortable experience (the bus was too full and only Joyce really had a seat). Still it was great.
I need to wrap it up here before midnight. Suffice it to say we found a guesthouse after a long search and walked down to the famous night market. We had a wonderful time. It really is fantastic. Krista and Joyce are in shopper's heaven and plan to go back tomorrow.
We will probably stay at least one more night in Chaing Mai and then take the train down to Pitsonulok (sp?) and bus over to Sukhothai.
love
rob
Then all of a sudden we passed elephants. About 15 of them walking about this big property. I think they were working elephants, but there didn't seem to be any people about. The kids sat up for that!
By the time we got to the tiny town of Chiang Dao things were looking a little better, then woosh we drove past the Cave Temple complex and were turning down a driveway and viola, we'd arrived. It was our Enchanted April moment. ( my favorite travel movie).
What can I say? It was stunning. There was a beautiful outdoor cafe area with handmade wooden tables, orchids and beautiful plants everywhere. A truly beautiful Thai woman came to greet us, Pom, and we all of us instantly fell in love with her sweetness and her smile. We had a delightful lunch whilst waiting for out rooms to be made ready. One of the reasons we came to this place is Wiccha, one of the owners. She is an astounding gourmet chef who studied in Europe (where I suppose she met Stuart, her husband, the other owner). The food was perfect. And so cheap!
Anyhow, our bungalows were made of bamboo, with big french windows and cool smooth concrete floors. Simple, but elegant and beautiful, with little lotus ponds out front. I think there were only 6 of them. All down little gravel paths bounded by exotic flower bushes.
It was hot, but noticeably cooler than in Chiang Mai, and indeed for most of our stay the weather was perfect, and actually quite cool a few evenings.
While the kids and Joyce were settling in Krista and I stole away to explore. We ended up walking down the driveway and up the road, sort of in a dreamy haze. We passed a ripe banana tree and huge bamboo, as big as thigh, in sky high clusters. There was some exotic tree with a smooth straight trunk that soared way way up, no branches until the top canopy, which was raining down lovely pink and white flowers, spiral stars with the feel of orchids. Not in Kansas anymore.
Then we got to the end of the road and it was a big open gate. We'd seen another Nest guest go through so we hesitantly followed and came upon the most amazing white and gold temple glowing in the dusk. Our sense of being in a dream became delightfully intense. It was something straight out of Journey to the Wild Divine, if you know what that is. There was no one at all about. Just us. We followed the path and came to stairs, guarded by the now familiar, but very impressive, Thai Nagas--serpents or dragons. The stairs went up and up and up, winding out of sight.
The next day we went up them with Joyce and Eden. My god what a climb! We didn't follow them to their end, but could see it: A small golden temple high up on the mountain side. It truly took our breath away (even more than the hundreds of stairs). By this time Thai and Burmese monks were passing up, in their saffron robes. One or two actually greeted us! Mostly they aren't supposed to acknowledge women, (and seem indifferent to ridiculous farang men).
Okay, I'd better condense things a bit...
The next day we did the almost obligatory Elephant Ride/Bamboo Rafting/Visit to a Hill Tribe. What can I say? It was a bit disappointing, but I'm glad we did it. For me the best part was visiting the dirt poor Palong tribe and supporting them by buying lovely handicrafts. I got to go inside one of their homes, which are all up on stilts. It was quite simple I thought, then looking out the window hole (shutters, no glass) I saw a brand new solar panel mounted on a pole!! Turning around I suddenly noticed the old TV set in the corner! Whoa! Under the floor, I could see through gaps in the boards, were chickens and piglets scurrying about. It was a trip. Going down the river (which was often more like a broad shallow drainage canal) we saw lots of Thai kids playing and Thai men and women fishing or working in the fields above us. At one point a bunch of kids, who were loudly climbing up an overhanging tree and jumping in the water, swam over and boarded our rafts!!! They wanted a free ride down the little 'rapids'. Lots of people were friendly and waved to us, or back at us, calling 'sawadeeka', the main Thai greeting.
Our driver 'Mann' was very charming and very funny. He spoke some english and taught us a few words, but mainly made us laugh and laugh. We all adored him, except Eden, who he teased and teased (very theraputic for her I'm certain).
The next day we visited the Chiang Dao Cave, which is quite an elaborate temple complex. It was my fave. It was clearly a place more visited by Thais than farang. There was a whole ring of permanent markets and 'resturaunt' stalls. The markets mainly sold herbal preparations and raw or dried herbs. It was astounding to see the variety. Very exotic! I bought some 'pills' from a very old woman with an unintentionally comical label. They look like pepper corns and will make my hair black again (?), strenghten the sexual and prevent beriberi!
Inside the cave was a VERY impressive temple chocked full of buddhas and nagas and other statues. It was illuminated by daylight coming through a gap in the ceiling. Wow. I won't say much more except that we ended up following a Thai guide, carrying a stinky gas lantern, who spoke almost no english and suddenly we were expected to crawl on our hands and knees through a rather small hole (one of several it turned out). A rather wet and slippery hole too. It was all too harrowing for Eden, who bumped her head, twice. Clearly Krista and Joyce were glad for an excuse to take quick exit. India and I continued on to the bitter end, which turned out to be a very deep chasm! If we understood our guide correctly. And this is after slipping any number of times. Then we turned about and ended up going down the same way Eden was escorted--an incredibly steep slippery 'staircase'. Ack. I loved it. And yes, there were bats, though not so many. One flew by India's face once, inches away.
I could go on. The food was worthy of many paragraphs, but will get none here, except to say that one dark night I walked with the girls down to the resort's Thai resturaunt, down near the cave temple. We had a truly excellant meal, maybe the best Thai food I've had (made by Wiccha's sister). But Eden was very tired and did not like walking in the dark. In fact I had carried her about halfway down the hill. Suddenly Wiccha's sister appeared and told us that one of the staff (a very handsome fellow) had offered to drive us back up on a motorcycle! What could we say? Eden and I went first (no helmets!). I was terrified. It was very dark, very windy and there were dogs in the road. But we made it back in just a few rushing minutes and were greeted enthusiastically by Krista and Joyce who had just finished eating, and by Wiccha and a few other guests. Then up comes India, vrroooom. I was worried she'd be freaked out, holding onto some stranger, first time on a bike. She was elated! "We should get one of these things!!". Fun.
Today, instead of the expensive aircon mini bus we took a songtheauw down to Chiang Dao and boarded a real Thai bus. This saved us 1000 bhat and gave us a new and very uncomfortable experience (the bus was too full and only Joyce really had a seat). Still it was great.
I need to wrap it up here before midnight. Suffice it to say we found a guesthouse after a long search and walked down to the famous night market. We had a wonderful time. It really is fantastic. Krista and Joyce are in shopper's heaven and plan to go back tomorrow.
We will probably stay at least one more night in Chaing Mai and then take the train down to Pitsonulok (sp?) and bus over to Sukhothai.
love
rob
Friday, March 11, 2005
Chiang Mai continued...
Ack, I'm on a slow computer with a slow connection. Tried to upload photos...no way. I'll try a different place tomorrow. Joyce and I are out late. She's struggling with an awful sticky keyboard.
I wanted to tell a little about yesterday. We went out walking and found out that it's not a good idea. Too dangerous crossing streets and too wearing. We learned to take a 'taxi' to the rough location and struggle on from there. The first place we did this was a market area. We ended up inside this old old 3 story building crammed with merchandise in little stalls that all seemed to run together. There were clothes and shoes and luggage and cosmetics and semi-familiar stuff, then there were food stands with the most bizarre assortment you can imagine, including french fried meal worms all neatly packaged. There were big bowls of green glop in numerous stalls that seemed to be selling well. A vendor warned Joyce away "very spicy!!!". Not that Joyce was really tempted I think. There were stalls selling crazy toys and supplies for spirit houses (I bought some Hell Bank Notes in 50,000 denomination). Most everything was really cheap and we were encouraged to barter if the price was too high. We were some of the only farang in the place and really felt like we were in a foreign land!
Ooops, time to go.
I wanted to tell a little about yesterday. We went out walking and found out that it's not a good idea. Too dangerous crossing streets and too wearing. We learned to take a 'taxi' to the rough location and struggle on from there. The first place we did this was a market area. We ended up inside this old old 3 story building crammed with merchandise in little stalls that all seemed to run together. There were clothes and shoes and luggage and cosmetics and semi-familiar stuff, then there were food stands with the most bizarre assortment you can imagine, including french fried meal worms all neatly packaged. There were big bowls of green glop in numerous stalls that seemed to be selling well. A vendor warned Joyce away "very spicy!!!". Not that Joyce was really tempted I think. There were stalls selling crazy toys and supplies for spirit houses (I bought some Hell Bank Notes in 50,000 denomination). Most everything was really cheap and we were encouraged to barter if the price was too high. We were some of the only farang in the place and really felt like we were in a foreign land!
Ooops, time to go.
Chiang Mai Day Two continued...
Chiang Mai is a big city. A big, congested dirty city. I had visions of a quiet sleepy little place sort of like Petaluma, where one could bicycle around and see the sights. Forget it! It can be quite challenging just crossing a street. Oh jeeez, the girls are back and hot tired and ready to go. more later.
love
rob
love
rob
Chiang Mai Day Two
The girls are down the street shopping at tiny dusty little stores full of weird stuff and cool clothes. We just had a really pleasant relaxed lunch at a little place run by some karen tribesfolk. Super friendly. We're on a very noisy congested street and it's a bit hot and muggy, so we were delighted to be led way back into a pretty courtyard with flowers kittens and a fan. The girls got chocolate milkshakes that came with orchids stuck in the top! The kittens were very well behaved. Interested in tidbits, but not at all pushy.
On the plus side, all we have to do to get around is walk out front of our hotel and wait 30 seconds and a songtheaw (sp?) will stop to pick us up. I still have that little map the Canadian gal gave us and point then we climb in the back and away we go. It costs 40 baht for the 5 of us (Eden rides free I guess) and they drop us off, all smiles. On the way here we met a delightful young man from the Phillapenes who is here teaching ping pong (?) and a very pretty very shy school girl who bid us farewell as if we were old friends when we clambered off, even though we'd only exchanged a few awkward sentances.
By the way, a songtheaw is a little pick up truck with a tall covering and seats along both sides of the bed. It's well padded inside and has openings rather than windows and plenty of places to hold on. I have to say it's the most fun public transportation I've ever experienced! Very practical too. I do wonder what it's like in the rain, with those open sides and all.
Today we hired a guide named Poon, who took us around to three beautiful wats (temples). The wats are really walled compounds with at least one amazing temple, maybe a school for monks, lots of dogs laying around in the road. We (meaning the adults) were enthralled by the gorgeous architecture and statuary and ancientness of these places--one of them was 1000 years old apparantly. The kids were less enthusiastic after a while. It was pretty hot. We went to a hill tribe cultural center/museum which was even less intesting for them, although we saw three men swimming in this big lake with horses. Just the horses heads above water. Why? Who knows. The traditional Thai greeting is called a wai. We have lots of unanswered why's! Poon also took us to a real supermarket where we could get big jugs of drinking water. That was really fascinating! I bought the kids weird popsicles and they were content.
I've got more to relate, but I want to post this now. Just in case the conection is dicey. Can't really take certain things for granted here.
On the plus side, all we have to do to get around is walk out front of our hotel and wait 30 seconds and a songtheaw (sp?) will stop to pick us up. I still have that little map the Canadian gal gave us and point then we climb in the back and away we go. It costs 40 baht for the 5 of us (Eden rides free I guess) and they drop us off, all smiles. On the way here we met a delightful young man from the Phillapenes who is here teaching ping pong (?) and a very pretty very shy school girl who bid us farewell as if we were old friends when we clambered off, even though we'd only exchanged a few awkward sentances.
By the way, a songtheaw is a little pick up truck with a tall covering and seats along both sides of the bed. It's well padded inside and has openings rather than windows and plenty of places to hold on. I have to say it's the most fun public transportation I've ever experienced! Very practical too. I do wonder what it's like in the rain, with those open sides and all.
Today we hired a guide named Poon, who took us around to three beautiful wats (temples). The wats are really walled compounds with at least one amazing temple, maybe a school for monks, lots of dogs laying around in the road. We (meaning the adults) were enthralled by the gorgeous architecture and statuary and ancientness of these places--one of them was 1000 years old apparantly. The kids were less enthusiastic after a while. It was pretty hot. We went to a hill tribe cultural center/museum which was even less intesting for them, although we saw three men swimming in this big lake with horses. Just the horses heads above water. Why? Who knows. The traditional Thai greeting is called a wai. We have lots of unanswered why's! Poon also took us to a real supermarket where we could get big jugs of drinking water. That was really fascinating! I bought the kids weird popsicles and they were content.
I've got more to relate, but I want to post this now. Just in case the conection is dicey. Can't really take certain things for granted here.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
We made it!
We finally got to our hotel about 6pm local time last night. Ugh. All in all, though it was a horribly long time to be in cramped airliner seats and almost impossible to sleep and it was a little confusing and stressful filling out the visa forms in Bangkok, the trip went without a hitch. The kids did great! What troopers.
Our ride from the Lai Thai hotel was right there with a sign waiting for us. He took us on a harrowing ride through crazy 3rd world traffic to our hotel. That ride was just a blur of weird sights and frightening near misses with mopeds. The motel is a mixed bag. The rooms are much funkier than I imagined, but the big garden area is incredibly lush and pleasant to hang out in. There are fountains and spirit houses and the pool was pretty good this morning.
Last night we went out for a walk to find some bottled water. It was very much like an acid trip, and maybe a bad acid trip. I lead us the wrong way it seems and we were in a funky dark smelly part of town with lots of scary traffic and most places closed up (at 7pm?). My guts were all messed up too, probably from the bizarre food on the asian airlines. Anyway we were feeling quite lost when we ran into this super friendly gal from Canada who escorted us into a strange little shop (?) and showed us a cooler with bottled water. 5 bottles for 27 bhat--about 50 cents. She also gave me a little map I've been using today. The first of many Angels we are to meet, I suspect.
So today we've had a swim, a charming lunch and a hot walk along crazy busy traffic streets. We're on the verge of the Old town and hoping to see some tourist sights before much longer.
I think we're about to take our first taxi ride too.
The weather has been pretty good today. It was balmy all morning and only a bit hot this afternoon. Not too muggy either. So far Chiang Mai is much much more congested and dirty than I imagined. But we've barely begun to look about. I'm just glad we made it alive.
I'll try to get some photos up soon.
love
rob xxxx
Our ride from the Lai Thai hotel was right there with a sign waiting for us. He took us on a harrowing ride through crazy 3rd world traffic to our hotel. That ride was just a blur of weird sights and frightening near misses with mopeds. The motel is a mixed bag. The rooms are much funkier than I imagined, but the big garden area is incredibly lush and pleasant to hang out in. There are fountains and spirit houses and the pool was pretty good this morning.
Last night we went out for a walk to find some bottled water. It was very much like an acid trip, and maybe a bad acid trip. I lead us the wrong way it seems and we were in a funky dark smelly part of town with lots of scary traffic and most places closed up (at 7pm?). My guts were all messed up too, probably from the bizarre food on the asian airlines. Anyway we were feeling quite lost when we ran into this super friendly gal from Canada who escorted us into a strange little shop (?) and showed us a cooler with bottled water. 5 bottles for 27 bhat--about 50 cents. She also gave me a little map I've been using today. The first of many Angels we are to meet, I suspect.
So today we've had a swim, a charming lunch and a hot walk along crazy busy traffic streets. We're on the verge of the Old town and hoping to see some tourist sights before much longer.
I think we're about to take our first taxi ride too.
The weather has been pretty good today. It was balmy all morning and only a bit hot this afternoon. Not too muggy either. So far Chiang Mai is much much more congested and dirty than I imagined. But we've barely begun to look about. I'm just glad we made it alive.
I'll try to get some photos up soon.
love
rob xxxx
Saturday, March 05, 2005
Our messy new home
Our messy new home
Originally uploaded by Robbi Baba.
Quan Yin does her best to bestow tranquility upon the chaos.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
We moved
Ack. We did it. What a freaking nightmare! I honestly thought that we'd be all done and out of our old house a day and a half early. Where did all that stuff come from? I ended up driving the over-loaded pick up truck in first gear over to our new place (four blocks away) around 10pm. About the same time that Scout, my cat, was busy peeing in the middle of our bed.
We were so loaded down with wierd crap we looked like the Joads. Krista's dad laughed really hard the next morning when he saw it out the window. To his everlasting credit he pushed the lawn mower over four blocks and mowed our ex-lawn while I ran the weedwacker. This was the day after we were supposed to be out. Then the dump/recycling and storage locker run. Today we had a huge to do list, but ended up crashing in the jumbled mess of our little apartment.
I'll try to get a photo of it up tomorrow.
We were so loaded down with wierd crap we looked like the Joads. Krista's dad laughed really hard the next morning when he saw it out the window. To his everlasting credit he pushed the lawn mower over four blocks and mowed our ex-lawn while I ran the weedwacker. This was the day after we were supposed to be out. Then the dump/recycling and storage locker run. Today we had a huge to do list, but ended up crashing in the jumbled mess of our little apartment.
I'll try to get a photo of it up tomorrow.
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