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Friday, August 11, 2006

Home Sweet Home

I'm back in California! Sad to leave Thailand, but happy to be "home" for a bit. I've spent the last few days (actually one very long day - Aug 10 - extended by crossing the international dateline) traveling from Bangkok to Tokyo to Los Angeles to San Francisco.

The only notable thing about my trip home was the stop in Japan. Since I had an eight hour layover I took the train from the airport into downtown Tokyo. Without a map or any clue about what to do in Tokyo, I wandered to the Imperial Palace and found some really nice gardens to chill in for a bit (a great break after the concrete jungle that is Bangkok). After getting my fill of beautiful ponds, green trees, and Japanese bridges, I wandered around the business district of Tokyo trying to find a sushi place. Apparently Japanese bushiness people don't eat sushi for lunch, because I was unsuccessful. So I took the train back to the airport and spent the remainder of my money on soba noodles and boxed souvenirs for friends.

Now it is time to begin packing my car for the cross-country trek.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Whitewater Kayaking

Flashback! Yes, two weeks ago I spent five days on the Mae Tang River learning to whitewater kayak with Siam River Adventures. It was a great experience, and I'm totally addicted.

The week started with private lessons from my friend Shannon who lives in China and has been kayaking for about 10 years. Later in the week a young Thai/Karen man named Nope, who is possibly the best native Thai kayaker in the country, started teaching me. Each day before lunch I would go on flat spot in the river and learn some technique (how to paddle, enter and exit eddies, roll, etc). In the afternoon we would set out with 3-6 kayakers, a raft or two, and a support crew along the river. I'd kayak the upper section of the river (class 3 rapids), raft the middle section (class 4-5 rapids), and jump back into the kayak for the final bit of the river.

Although I didn't master the roll during my five days on the river, I did:

1) Kayak class 1-3 rapids (occasionally without swimming!)
2) Become an expert in the eskimo rescue, which allows a kayaker to get upright without coming out of the kayak and without knowing how to roll.
3) Become bruised from neck to toe. My head had a helmet covering it, thank goodness.
4) Meet some amazing whitewater kayakers, including guys who make kayaking films, run kayak companies, and are sponsored by multiple kayak companies.

Here are some pictures to prove my stories. First off, kudos to my friends and teachers on the river. Here is some of the crew, third from the right is my teacher Shannon and second from the right is my teacher Nope:



Here is me swimming:



And here is me successfully navigating a rapid!

Monday, August 07, 2006

Sick in (of) Bangkok

I hate being sick, and am very bad at it. The day I arrived in Bangkok I came down with some kind of tropical disease - fever, chills, boneaches, nausea - and have been fighting the thing ever since. I can't really get out and see the city, and staying in my room was no fun b/c it was a cheap place with no A/C and no TV.

Yesterday I checked into a very posh new hotel with all the amenties I could possibly want, including on-demand movies! This makes life a bit better, but I'm really ready to be back in the U.S. where I don't have to walk two kilometers along a busy, smoggy street to find good non-thai food.

On the plus side I did go to a fun dance show (khon, thai traditional masked theater dance) this weekend, found some yummy indian food, and laughed at the silly tourists on Khao San Road.

Off to watch some more movies in my room...

Friday, August 04, 2006

Monkeys monkeys everywhere

Rebecca, you'll be proud of me -- I got off the train in Lopburi last night to see the monkeys.

For those of you who don't know about Lopburi, it is a smallish town in Central Thailand with some mildly interesting ruins, a train station, and monkeys. I planned to go straight to Bangkok on the train, but looking out the window at the train station I noticed dozens of monkeys swarming over an old wat near the train tracks. So I got off the train, befriended some guys from Holland, and found a hotel for the night.

In the search for dinner I saw my first Thai monkeys up-close. They come in all shapes and sizes -- small, lanky, round, furry, and hairless. The ling (monkey in Thai language) were hanging out on the electric and phone wires, on the tops of cars, and even on various buildings around town. Apparently they are a big tourist attraction (although a big annoyance...they bite and steal) so the city will not kill them. Plus it is very un-Buddhist to kill animals. Thus the monkeys have a happy existence, hanging out in the ruined wat during the day and in the town at night.

After a few too many beers with the guys from the Netherlands, I dragged myself out of bed the next morning to see the monkey temple and catch an early train to Bangkok. Here is a photo of a monkey with an iced coffee can -- he could almost pass for a caffeine-junky, no?



Now I am in Bangkok for the night, and probably tomorrow night as well, before going to Ko Samet (an island) for my last couple nights in Thailand.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Myanmar

Now we go back in time -- to Mae Sot. After returning from my trek I crossed the border between Thailand and Myanmar (formerly Burma) to get my passport stamped because I am nearing the end of my sixty day tourist visa.

The border is a river crossing -- Thai customs on one side, and Myanmar customs on the other. To get my visa renewed I had to have the passport stamped on the Thai side of the border, walk across the bridge, and give my passport and 500 baht to the Burmese official. At that point I was free to explore Burma, as long as I crossed back into Thailand before 5 pm.

During my walk across the bridge to the Myanmar side of the border, I met a man who said he was an English student at a Burmese refugee camp (on the Thai side) during the day, and a bartender in Myanmar at night. According to my friend, Myanmar beer is much better than Thai beer, so despite my aversion to all beer I took him out for a drink in Burma. Here is the picture of my friend pouring Myanmar beer, which was indeed better than Thai beer:



Over our drinks, my friend told me a bit about the political situation in Myanmar, the difficulty of getting a good education there, and the importance (yes!) of contact with the outside world for the citizens of Myanmar. In case you don't know, Myanmar has been a military dictatorship since the mid 1900s. Many travelers do not want to support the government economically, so they choose not to travel to Myanmar.

After our chat, I walked back over the bridge and noticed the many armed men sitting on military trucks, chillin' out. I asked my friend if I could take a picture of them and he emphatically shook his head no, telling me I would most likely not make it back into Thailand if I pointed my camera at these men. Instead I settled for a photo of the river.

Sukhothai

After taking the bus from Mae Sot to Sukhothai, I had one of my most unpleasant experiences yet in Thailand.

When we arrived at the Sukhothai bus station it was pouring rain and dark outside. Instead of walking, I decided to take a tuk-tuk to a guesthouse listed in the guidebook. Said guesthouse (Ban Thai) was full, so my tuk tuk driver offered to take me to a nearby place. He dropped me off and immediately another Thai man grabbed my bag and started toting it up the stairs of the guesthouse, which appeared to have no office or entrance but just stairs and rooms. I protested, took my bag back, and asked to see a room. The tuk tuk driver led me upstairs to a room on the third floor, opened the door, but did not turn on the room light. He said, "100 baht, okay?". I turned on the light to find a nasty nasty room -- dirty sheets, water all over the floor, and rats running around. Ugh. I left as quickly as possible to the protests of the tuk tuk driver and guesthouse employee.

Luckily there was a very nice guesthouse across the street for the same price, and with clean rooms. But I will be much more wary of pushy Thai men from now on.

Anyway, Sukhothai was beautiful. The old city is about 12 km away from the new city (where I spent the night) and is a world heritage site filled with 11th and 12th century wats, buddhas, and buildings, many of them restored by the Thai government in the early 1960s. I wandered and peddle-biked around the city all day, taking photos, avoiding large tour groups, and gawking at the sheer number of amazing old structures. The most impressive architecture lies within the city walls, but many half-forgotten wats lie outside the city in agricultural and secondary forest areas. Here are a couple of pictures from the day in Sukhothai old city:



Trekking Tips

As mentioned in my post yesterday, I "trekked" to the biggest waterfall in Thailand, also the sixth-largest in the world, last weekend. The waterfall is named Nam Tok Thee Lor Su, which means "Waterfall Waterfall". Why, you ask? Nam Tok = Water Fall in Thai language, while Thee Lor Su = waterfall in Karen language.

The trek started at about 9 am from the front door of the resort that organizes the treks (Um Phang Hill), where we (myself, a couple from Switzerland, and a family from the Netherlands) piled into rafts and set off down a tributary of the Mekong river, which forms the Thai-Laos border farther to the north. The rafting was a bit sketchy compared to my experience on the Mae Taeng. We had two river guides (different from our trekking guides, who were also along on this portion of the trip), who I think were about 14 years old each, one at the front of the boat and one at the back. I don't think anyone taught these kids how to paddle, because the concept of ruddering didn't seem to be in their paddling vocabulary. Needless to say, we swiped the bank more than a few times on the four hour float. Luckily the river was tame and there were basically no rapids to worry about.

We had two english speaking trek guides. One was named Augustine. He is a Burmese-born man who had to flee to Thailand to escape the government in Burma. Both his parents were killed at the hands of the military dictatorship in Burma. A great communicator (he speaks Burmese, Karen, Thai, English, and a spattering of some other languages as well) Augustine was quite a character, doing impressions of silly tourists he has guided on past trips. The other guide was named Tu Tu, or "Tommy" to English speakers. He is also from Burma, but makes his home in Thailand because of political and economic reasons. We had some interesting conversations about Burmese-Thai relations during the trip, and I slowly came to realize that the concept of a border and a nation is very different in this area of the world than in North America. Very serious stuff, indeed.

After disembarking from the rafts, we walked for about three hours to the first night's camp. Our "trail" was actually a road through beautiful primary wet tropical forest:



The first night we camped at the Thee Lor Su campground, which is apparently filled with Thai tourists during the high season (december) but was empty except for a few other farang on treks the night we stayed. After a fabulous dinner and rousing game of poker using green tree leaves as money, we woke early the next morning and walked 1.5 km to the waterfall. The falls were impressive -- huge -- wet -- cold -- and not very photographable due to the mist in the air. We returned to the camp after a quick dip in the pools below the falls and hiked three hours to the next night's destination, a Karen hilltribe village.

The hike was muddy. The village was impressive. Everyone lives in bamboo huts (floors and walls made of bamboo, roofs made of metal or leaves) and the community is almost self-sustainable, growing its own vegetables, rice, and meat. Transportation is via foot, elephant, or motorbike in the dry season, and the nearest paved road is at least an hour from the village. This particular hill tribe village has been in Thailand for only about 30 years -- the people moved from Burma for political reasons but maintain their native Karen language, dress, and customs.

After spending the night in a bamboo hut and waking up around 5 am to the sound of Karen people pounding rice, we set off on the last leg of our journey -- a four hour elephant ride over the hills. Here is a picture of two of the elephants:



My elephant and mahout (elephant guide) are on the right of the picture. Each elephant wears a wooden basket on it's back, and passengers sit in the basket while the guide sits behind the elephant's ears. I shared my basket with two young girls from the Netherlands. In Chiang Mai there was plenty of elephant trekking, but the elephants there were in poor condition (skinny, with sores). Here, the elephants are treated very well. Each night the mahout lets the elephant free in the forest to eat. The next morning he calls the elephant back for the day's work.

The internet cafe is closing, so I have to go now, but here is a final photo of (left to right), me, Augustine, Tu Tu, and the family from the Netherlands the morning we left Um Phang:



More to come on Myanmar and Sukkothai soon...

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Mae Sot

I finally left Chiang Mai last Thursday, headed for a small town named Mae Sot on the Thailand-Myanmar border.

As transportation I took a public bus run by the Green Bus company. Apparently Green Bus is trying to do the Jet Blue thing -- if you've ever flown Jet blue you'll understand. All the snacks were green - green crackers, green soda, and green packaging. The bus was green too. So was the stewardess' outfit. I arrived in Mae Sot green around the gills from the smelly toilet and curvey roads. Enough green!

Mae Sot is an interesting mix of Thai, Burmese, Karen (hilltribe) people, and farang, as well as a mix of Muslim, Christian, and Buddhist religions. In the morning, I wandered around the Mae Sot day market and goggled at the mix of people. Both men and women wear sarongs...Muslim women walk around with covered heads...Burmese people wear grey colored makeup on their faces...everyone balances large items on their heads...and most are excited to see farang.

The items for sale at the day market matched the diversity of people. I saw the usual mix of pigs' heads, vegetables, and pad thai as well as expensive gems, baby turtles, indian food (yum yum), and smuggled whiskey from Burma. One woman sold me a funny looking green fruit, miming that it was good to eat by simply biting into it. I'd never seen this fruit before and was dubious, but for three baht decided to take the chance. A few hours later, hungry, I bit in...and immediately regretted it. My mouth puckered for the next five minutes. I think the woman was having fun with gullible farang!

After checking out the market I embarked for my next adventure: Um Phang, a very small town that is a Thai tourist destination during the dry season (Nov-Feb) due to its beautiful character and nearness to the biggest waterfall in Thailand, Thee Lor Su. The town is located in a protected area, a wildlife sanctuary that spans some of the last remaining primary rainforest in Thailand. To get to Um Phang, I paid about $5 to ride in the back of a blue truck full of Thai people, luggage, food, and a dog, on the five hour ride through the mountains. The views from the truck were gorgeous, and definitely worth the trouble of standing on the open tailgate for most of the ride. My arms were sore the next day from holding myself on the truck for so long! I arrived in Um Phang a bit wet, a bit hungry, and ready to find a nice guesthouse.

Unfortunately, the town is not set up for tourists during the off-season. It was the first place in Thailand I've been that does not have signs in English. I wandered around the town for about 1.5 hours looking for a guesthouse that was not 1) closed or 2) extremely expensive. All the Thai people in Um Phang are very friendly to farang, because we are such a rare sight -- less than 4000 farang visited Um Phang last year. The school children often waved and shouted "Hello!" when they saw me. The school boys were especially outgoing and friendly, wanting to know where I was going and where I was from. Unfortunately, none of them knew where I should go for accommodation.

I finally happened upon a small garden guesthouse with open rooms for rent for only 100 baht. A bed found, I set out to book a trip to Thee Lor Su waterfall. More on that adventure tomorrow...plus new pictures!

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Massage School Pics

Here are a couple of pictures from my last day of massage school. The first is a picture of our class, and the second is me with one of my favorite teachers, Noo.



Happy House

I've told you plenty about my many Thailand activities. But my daily life here is probably the best thing about Thailand, and the primary reason I'm still in Chiang Mai.

I'm living in "Happy House", a small guest house run by two Thai women named pi La and pi Eh, both in their mid-thirties. (FYI, "pi" is the polite way to address anyone older than you in Thai). The guesthouse opened about 1.5 months ago, and my friend Philippa and I were some of the first guests at Happy House to stay for any reasonable length of time. During the first week of our stay we were semi-adopted by La and Eh.

In the last month I've gotten to know La's baby Kona, her husband Jason who runs the rafting/kayaking company, the neighbors who have a laundry business, the friends who are Goji Berry entrepreneurs (yes folks, just wait - Goji berry juice is the next hot health product in Thailand!), the extreme kayak film makers making a movie somewhere in northern Thailand, and the dogs Pepsi and Cola who live across the street. My room feels like home.

Sadly, I leaving Chiang Mai tomorrow and will miss Happy House and all my friends here. A quick picture of the Kona:

Right foot goes thus...Meditation

I just returned from a two day silent meditation retreat near Chiang Mai. A group of twenty-five people (all foreigners, mostly from Holland and the United States) arrived at a temple called Wat Suan Dok at about 2 pm tuesday afternoon. We were given a short lecture on Buddhism by one of the monks, and then we piled into busses and drove about 30 minutes from Chiang Mai to a new mediation retreat center. The center is so new that it is not yet finished -- a work camp is set up next to the center to complete the library and dorm rooms. Luckily the most important parts of the center (the golden Buddha, temple, and kitchen) were finished.

When we arrived at the center we were assigned rooms, white clothing, and nametags that said "silence". For the next hour or so we had free time, and everyone wandered around the retreat lawn, not quite knowing what to do with free time, no books, no computers, and most importantly no talking.

At six pm we had a small dinner. Usually when people in Thailand go on Buddhist meditation retreats they do as the monks do, not eating after 11 am. I chose not to eat dinner, just to see what it would be like to go without food for an evening. As it turns out the lack of food at night is not so bad if you go to bed early -- monks are usually in their rooms by about 9:30 pm.

After dinner we met in the temple and learned about the different types of meditation. First, there is sitting meditation. The idea is to sit in a comfortable position (usually cross-legged) and focus on a single thing such as breathing in, and breathing out. Next is walking meditation. The monks demonstrated this type of meditation, picking up each foot slowly and placing it on the floor. While walking the focus should be on the feet -- the mind is thinking "Right foot goes thus. Left foot goes thus. Right foot goes thus...." The third type of meditation, lying meditation, is the most relaxing but quite dangerous because it is easy to fall asleep. Finally, counting prayer beads (108 on a string) is another type of meditation. If you get a number besides 108, you are not in the proper meditative state.

After the demos, it was our turn to try mediation. I quickly realized that sitting meditation is by far the most difficult for me. Sitting in a cross-legged position without moving for more than 5 minutes is painful. My legs begin to fall asleep. My back slumps. I fidget. I forget to focus on my breathing an instead listen to the bugs buzzing outside. The monks call this wandering mind "monkey mind". During our sitting meditation practice, each minute felt like ten. Walking meditation was quite enjoyable. I felt like I was learning how to walk again, feeling every muscle contract and release as I picked up each foot and set it down again. Lying meditation was great: I fell asleep!

To end the evening we chanted with the monks in Pali language, paying respect to the Buddha, Dhamma, and Sangha (I think). We also chanted in English and wished compassion on all living beings. Bedtime at 9 pm was welcome, because we were awakened at 5 am by a gong for 5:30 meditation practice. Morning practice was more of the same; sitting, walking, chanting, and some yoga as well.

After the morning practice we observed the Thai tradition of offering food to the monks. In Thailand, monks do not cook. Instead, from 6-7 am each day they walk from their temple with bare feet and collect "alms" from Thai people. I've really enjoyed my early morning runs here because of this spectacle -- watching monks, dressed in saffron robes, walking barefoot throughout the city and collecting breakfast is quite a sight!

After breakfast was a discussion on Buddhism and meditation. For the first time in 12 hours we broke our silence and talked about our experiences. An interesting conversation, much too long to repeat here but by far my favorite part of the meditation retreat experience. Most importantly, perhaps, I learned that Buddhists do not consider Buddhism a religion but rather a way of life.

Finally, we practiced sitting meditation one last time, ate lunch in silence, and returned to Chiang Mai. The bus ride back was quiet -- although we did not have to keep silent any longer, my fellow retreaters and I were suddenly happy to stay with our own thoughts for a bit longer.

Back to real life, I've realized a number of things:

1) Sitting meditation is not my thing. I prefer movement, such as yoga or running, to put myself in a meditative state.

2) Monks are happy, happy people despite (or probably because of) the simple lives they lead. The monks who organized our retreat maintained a sense of calm fun all of the time.

3) A day of silence does me a great deal of good -- without constant talking, my mind becomes more clear.