Well, it's been a long time between blog posts and a lot has happened - so much so that I don't feel compelled to write about all of it. But the two big events that occurred are the death of King Bhumibol and a vacation we took to the beach. The former being a huge blow to all Thais, both living here and abroad. The latter having no consequence at all to any Thai anywhere, but almost a necessity to our family.
To be honest,even these two big events I feel reluctant to write about because I don't feel like I can do either of them justice with my feeble attempt at writing. One event carries with it so much sadness and possible political ramifications for the entire country, but I, as a foreigner do not fully understand. So I believe I shall just stay silent on the topic and wish all Thai people my sincerest condolences.
The other event, our vacation, just seems unreal to me already. It seems so long ago and that we were gone for ages, though we returned only 3 days ago and were gone for 7. The landscape in Krabi Thailand is so different, so impossibly beautiful that we felt as though we were not only in another country, but on another planet. The karst cliffs that are one of the hallmarks of Krabi are magical to be near. I will share one moment as an example of what I mean.
One day we rented sea kayaks and paddled along the coast, along the edge of some limestone cliffs. These cliffs have stalactites all over them, as acidic water filters through and deposits minerals along the way. So you see caves inside the cliffs, overhangs that look like melted cheese, dripping into the sea, and some hardy vegetation growing where it can on the vertical face of these towering seaside drop offs. We spotted a tiny sandy beach that was isolated by the cliffs on either side and from behind, and paddled over to get out of the water and play in the breaking surf. Soon after we arrived, I noticed how water was falling from the tips of stalactites hundreds of feet above our heads, so that it seemed to be gently raining out of the clear blue sky. Staring up at the source, I saw that you could visually follow one particular drop of water as it fell and then catch it in your hand or on your tongue. What was even more amazing was that these water droplets seemed to be tiny packets of light because of the way the water held the sunlight shining on them. It was dreamlike in the best sense of the word. These types of magical sights were common during our week and transported all of us outside time and our daily lives into something altogether separate - very distant.
Returning home to Chiang Rai, we feel very strange to say the least. Everything is just as we left it, for the most part, and life continues on. It's been a struggle to get back into the groove - we are still trying. Meanwhile, we are missing friends and family back home worse than ever and are discussing how exactly to mentally frame our time here. How do we handle the down time? What do we focus on to make the most of this opportunity? It requires a lot of reflection and internal and external dialogue, but it's an interesting conversation!
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
Monday, October 10, 2016
Best Trip So Far
One of the really great things about living in Chiang Rai, is the opportunity to check out the rest of Northern Thailand so easily. Within an hour and a half's drive, you can be virtually anywhere in Northern corner of this beautiful land. Mind you, that's an hour and a half of driving along some of the most scenic landscape in South East Asia, so getting there is half the fun.
Thus, having the chance to intimately get to know this region, we take as much advantage as possible. Last weekend was no exception. We had been encouraged by several people recently to check out a place known as Doi Tung. But a quick search on Google showed that there is a large garden there and that's pretty much it. Not that I am against gardens or anything, but I have to say I wasn't terribly psyched to sit in the Soluna for oven an hour to look at a couple of flowers, especially since I know my kids are not going to be excited either. In other words, they're going to be bored as hell and cause us all kinds of grief because there aren't any "kids activities" anywhere even remotely close to where we are going. No thanks - I'll sit in front of the fan with a home-made juice pop and try to remember what the other non-summer seasons are like. But fortunately for me, we were out of juice pops, so off to Doi Tung!
As we headed north along the super highway, we couldn't help but notice the dark storm clouds up ahead. We were heading directly into a monsoon to spend our Saturday walking around a garden with 2 young children. But the rains held until we started to climb the mountain road that leads to the Queen's Villa and her garden. Then the sky opened and all the water in heaven came out at once, sending rivers of brown water down the mountain and across the road in several places. The Soluna's windshield wipers were woefully inadequate to deal with such a deluge. The Soluna's tiny engine was also woefully inadequate to propel us up the hill at any speed over 20 kph in low gear. This turned out to be just fine because the road twisted and turned so much that higher speeds would not have been advisable. By the time we reached the top, both kids were car sick, but the rains had lightened a little, so we got out with our little umbrellas to have a look at the place.
It turns out, the only thing on top of this mountain is the garden itself, the Queens villa, a lodge and a couple of coffee shop/restaurants - Google was pretty much right on. Regardless, after a quick bathroom break, we got a cappuccino, a cup of tea and our tickets to the garden and villa. It should be noted that Doi Tung is situated in such a way that even when you pull into the center of these buildings, you still can't really see much. The villa and gardens lay hidden behind tall and dense jungle foliage, so we weren't really sure what we were getting into yet. But as we descended some wide wooden stairs behind the ticket office, parts of the garden came into view, and I realized quickly that this place was special.
From the natural topography of the mountain, the garden was built to include orchid houses, small ponds, fountains, sculptures, a maze, and even the obligatory coffee stand. What immediately leaped to mind was the amount of design work, physical labor and love that went into the construction of this garden. Each rock, tree, flower, blade of grass seemed placed to evoke an emotion, to please the spirit, to pet the soul and make it purr. As a testament to this, I submit the following evidence: even the kids were impressed. They walked around each corner with appreciation, curiosity, and a smile. There was just something that held our attention and wouldn't let go. Of course, kids are slippery little suckers, so they were able to finally escape from its mesmerizing charm and wanted to move on to the villa, a corner of which is visible from part of the garden.
We walked up and around a winding path, following signs for the villa until we came to another sign that showed (through pictures) that wearing shorts into the building was a no-no. I stopped at the gate and was given a large pair of denim pants to wear over my clothes. These pants were a definite fashion statement, one that I was not sure I wanted to make at first. They were huge, both in the waste and along the legs. The female attendant fitted the chords around my hips and tied them gently and with great care. When I walked away, I felt like I was wearing traditional Northern Thai bell bottoms. But by the time I gave them back, I was wondering where I could purchase a pair for myself.
Afterwards, we marched on, up to the house past a brick wall with cascading tropical flowers, perfectly manicured trees with orchids blossoming along their trucks, and tourists wearing traditional Northern Thai bell bottoms. When we reached the front door, we were each given a self-guided tour headset and pointed in the right direction; then we were off. From the first fact, we were engrossed in our audio tour guide's description of the house, it's materials and purposes, its artifacts and history until the end of the tour on the far end of the house. The kids listened intently as they learned about the Queen mother and this unique villa that blends lanna style architecture with Swiss accents. One thing I thought was especially cool was the materials that were used. The outer siding was of split teak, but the inner walls were done in pine planks that were recycled from old shipping crates. A royal palace whose main interior feature was reused pine? Instant respect from me.
On we walked, again taking note of each amazing corner and artifact, appreciating what were were hearing about this remarkable woman whose efforts resulted in replanting whole forests, supplanting poppy production with tea and coffee farming, as well as inspiring the local people to further their education. She spoke Thai, French and English equally well, which is to say native-like. And she started life as a "commoner," but married a prince - a story not unlike my own wife's, by the way. Be that as it may (or may not), we came to the end of the house and the end of the tour when we were confronted by an unexpected view. The clouds had cleared somewhat while we were inside and left us with an scene out of Lord of the Rings. There were small farms below us in the valley, with tiny houses clustered close together where the hills descended out of the mist. It is no wonder the Queen mother chose this for her villa and development project. The scene was utterly inspirational, to say the least.
After the tour, I regretfully returned my pants and felt naked without them. We walked slowly toward the car, but made a brief detour at "the bazaar." This was basically just a few tables set up to sell local handicrafts and produce. We bought a few plums and a pomegranate for the ride home and said goodbye to this truly spiritual place. Everyone in the family felt happy to have come and experience something so outside of our normal routine and "Western" lives. We will come back, more than once probably, to wander the mountain and absorb the tranquility, beauty and soul of Doi Tung.
Thus, having the chance to intimately get to know this region, we take as much advantage as possible. Last weekend was no exception. We had been encouraged by several people recently to check out a place known as Doi Tung. But a quick search on Google showed that there is a large garden there and that's pretty much it. Not that I am against gardens or anything, but I have to say I wasn't terribly psyched to sit in the Soluna for oven an hour to look at a couple of flowers, especially since I know my kids are not going to be excited either. In other words, they're going to be bored as hell and cause us all kinds of grief because there aren't any "kids activities" anywhere even remotely close to where we are going. No thanks - I'll sit in front of the fan with a home-made juice pop and try to remember what the other non-summer seasons are like. But fortunately for me, we were out of juice pops, so off to Doi Tung!
It turns out, the only thing on top of this mountain is the garden itself, the Queens villa, a lodge and a couple of coffee shop/restaurants - Google was pretty much right on. Regardless, after a quick bathroom break, we got a cappuccino, a cup of tea and our tickets to the garden and villa. It should be noted that Doi Tung is situated in such a way that even when you pull into the center of these buildings, you still can't really see much. The villa and gardens lay hidden behind tall and dense jungle foliage, so we weren't really sure what we were getting into yet. But as we descended some wide wooden stairs behind the ticket office, parts of the garden came into view, and I realized quickly that this place was special.
From the natural topography of the mountain, the garden was built to include orchid houses, small ponds, fountains, sculptures, a maze, and even the obligatory coffee stand. What immediately leaped to mind was the amount of design work, physical labor and love that went into the construction of this garden. Each rock, tree, flower, blade of grass seemed placed to evoke an emotion, to please the spirit, to pet the soul and make it purr. As a testament to this, I submit the following evidence: even the kids were impressed. They walked around each corner with appreciation, curiosity, and a smile. There was just something that held our attention and wouldn't let go. Of course, kids are slippery little suckers, so they were able to finally escape from its mesmerizing charm and wanted to move on to the villa, a corner of which is visible from part of the garden.
We walked up and around a winding path, following signs for the villa until we came to another sign that showed (through pictures) that wearing shorts into the building was a no-no. I stopped at the gate and was given a large pair of denim pants to wear over my clothes. These pants were a definite fashion statement, one that I was not sure I wanted to make at first. They were huge, both in the waste and along the legs. The female attendant fitted the chords around my hips and tied them gently and with great care. When I walked away, I felt like I was wearing traditional Northern Thai bell bottoms. But by the time I gave them back, I was wondering where I could purchase a pair for myself.
Afterwards, we marched on, up to the house past a brick wall with cascading tropical flowers, perfectly manicured trees with orchids blossoming along their trucks, and tourists wearing traditional Northern Thai bell bottoms. When we reached the front door, we were each given a self-guided tour headset and pointed in the right direction; then we were off. From the first fact, we were engrossed in our audio tour guide's description of the house, it's materials and purposes, its artifacts and history until the end of the tour on the far end of the house. The kids listened intently as they learned about the Queen mother and this unique villa that blends lanna style architecture with Swiss accents. One thing I thought was especially cool was the materials that were used. The outer siding was of split teak, but the inner walls were done in pine planks that were recycled from old shipping crates. A royal palace whose main interior feature was reused pine? Instant respect from me.
On we walked, again taking note of each amazing corner and artifact, appreciating what were were hearing about this remarkable woman whose efforts resulted in replanting whole forests, supplanting poppy production with tea and coffee farming, as well as inspiring the local people to further their education. She spoke Thai, French and English equally well, which is to say native-like. And she started life as a "commoner," but married a prince - a story not unlike my own wife's, by the way. Be that as it may (or may not), we came to the end of the house and the end of the tour when we were confronted by an unexpected view. The clouds had cleared somewhat while we were inside and left us with an scene out of Lord of the Rings. There were small farms below us in the valley, with tiny houses clustered close together where the hills descended out of the mist. It is no wonder the Queen mother chose this for her villa and development project. The scene was utterly inspirational, to say the least.
After the tour, I regretfully returned my pants and felt naked without them. We walked slowly toward the car, but made a brief detour at "the bazaar." This was basically just a few tables set up to sell local handicrafts and produce. We bought a few plums and a pomegranate for the ride home and said goodbye to this truly spiritual place. Everyone in the family felt happy to have come and experience something so outside of our normal routine and "Western" lives. We will come back, more than once probably, to wander the mountain and absorb the tranquility, beauty and soul of Doi Tung.
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