We arrived in Bangkok, Thailand on April 26th. We spent a few days there
exploring the city and adjusting to Thailand before taking the train to Chiang
Mai, in the northwest. The area is famous for its trekking and hill tribes, so
we figured we should go there.
I made these springrolls
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At Doi Suthep, a temple near Chiang Mai
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After exploring the town, enjoying a cooking
class, and not enjoying some food poisoning, we signed up for a trek.
By this time, we had lost a lot of interest in trekking because of the
cookie-cutter treks available. Every company offered the exact same activities
in 1-, 2-, 3-, or 4-day lengths. We wanted to have some input in what we did or
didn't do, but found that impossible. So, we signed up for the one-day tour
wherein we would sample everything, but not spend a lot of time.
On our "trek", we rode elephants, visited two hill tribe villages (consisting
mostly of souvenir stands), saw a mediocre waterfall, and rafted down a river
on a flimsy bamboo raft that rode about an inch and a half underwater the whole
way.
Our elephant and her trainer
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She's used to posing for the camera
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Yes, our behinds were wet
After the "trek", we took a serious look at what we were doing. We decided that
a) we needed to go where we wanted to go rather than where we "should" go, and
b) we wanted to get the hell out of Chiang Mai.
The next day, we boarded a plane for Ko Samui, an island in the south of
Thailand, off the east coast. We chose it because it was the only beach
location to which we could fly from Chiang Mai. We had an enjoyable time there,
although it is still very much on the tourist trail and most of the local
colour has faded. While there, we were fortunate enough to attend the monthly
Full Moon Party on nearby Ko Pha Ngan, an all-night dance party on the beach (more
on that later).
Then, we made an unusual trek back north to a town called Yasothon in the
impoverished northeast of Thailand. We went
to see Bun Bang Fai, the Rocket Festival, where we heard the locals make and
launch rockets of immense proportions (more later).
We made our way back to Bangkok and spent a few days there while we figured out
what to do next. Finally, we hit upon an area in the far south of Thailand
which still doesn't get very many tourists. We took yet another night train to
a town called Trang, then headed to a nearby island called Ko Mook, hoping to
find our own island paradise.
It was pretty close. Not only was it fairly far from the beaten track, but we
came in the low season. There were only a handful of other tourists there, just
enough to inspire a feeling of community, but not too many. We had a
medium-sized bay to ourselves, complete with beautiful sandy beach, rocks to
explore, and jungle backdrop.
We stayed in our own bungalow for just over four
dollars a night. Luckily, the bungalow owners were good cooks, and we enjoyed
tasty Thai food three times a day. They let us keep a tab, so for a few days we
didn't have to worry about carrying money and could just wander around in
swimsuits.
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Our paradise had a downside, though: the nights. As you might expect, there
were mosquitos at dusk, but after an hour or so, they seemed to recede, so
weren't a major problem. Other pests were more troublesome, however: rats! On
our first night, we heard scratching noises on our ceiling and turned on the
flashlight to find a good-sized rat walking along our wall. It meandered out of
sight, and we tucked our mosquito net extra tightly under the mattress before going back to sleep.
In the morning, I found bite marks on my soap. We talked to the other guests
and heard some creepy stories about rats eating through bags and books and
medicine. However, we fortunately saw no sign of rats (aside from some
droppings) after that night. But that didn't stop us from worrying about it.
Also, the lovely sea breeze that cooled us during the day tended to die down at
night, leaving us sweating in our fan-less bungalows.
So we stayed only three nights. It was just as well, though - if there hadn't
been a downside, we might never have left!