‘I used to sit afraid to tarnish a blank canvas but no longer.’

A great article/interview (about us!) on this upcoming blog, featuring people go have pursued their dream of working in the creative industry.

Start Somewhere

William Stone is a Sculptor who works in UpCycling, where all of his pieces of artwork are formed of reclaimed items remodelled into new items with the aim to reduce landfill.  He is based in Middlesex, UK.

I have always wanted to be a writer but art and mixed media was something I was naturally good at. Not yet to a professional standard but I was always great at sticking things together and fudging it if I didn’t have the right materials, and of course I was never short of ideas.

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Days forty-six and forty-seven in Thailand – 2015

For newcomers: this post continues with my journey, currently in the north near Pai, on Tacomepai farmstay.

Day 46 – Mon – 20th July:

Up today at 8.15am ish, there was no breakfast set out in the kitchen so I walked up to the house. Grandma was sitting out on the porch as normal, she motioned for me to go into the kitchen to collect the pot of rice (which is, I will explain, the same as yesterday, in a plastic tub like a wine cooler and then in a thin fabric bag within) and metal pot of red curry. The lady of the house (wife of the owner Sandot) was there, getting ready to leave for work in Pai.

I took the food back to the kitchen and then after breakfast Jep (the name of the Thai man who I have seen around the farm several times, he showed me the huts on the first day, and he cooks all the food), came and showed me where we would be working.

It took some miming but in the end he demonstrated the we would be clearing the field adjacent to the one I started (unfinished) yesterday. 

We used the same traditional tool which was hard work and after a while I noticed that the plants were so loose it was easier to pull them up by hand. I started to do this and after a while Jep did the same so it must have been a good idea.

We dumped all the cleared bean plants over into the next field segment, (this field btw is one eighth or twelfth, I didn’t actually count, of one normal sized English field, so quite small for a farm really). The whole field is cut into retangle sections, declining, so that the water drains down the field and waters all the crops.

I then followed Jep back up to the farmhouse, where we spent half an hour or so looking at seed. It was very confusing for me but I now know that this was rice seed.

Now yesterday Carine (the French girl, another volunteer) was telling me about the problems with ‘bad seed’ and that the traditional Thai farmers don’t test the seed or select correctly. The method they use here, I discovered, is to toss the seed like a giant pancake in a shallow tray and then half the seeds fly out onto the floor. I think this is because the ‘lightest seeds’ the seeds with no insides will fly out. Problem is this doesn’t really work. I looked at the seed in the ground later and it was a 50/50 mix of dud empty seed cases and normal seed.

But what do I know? I know nothing about agriculture.

Anyway it was very funny to see them tossing the seed like this. Grandma did it too. Jep then got out an extension cable and plugged in a leaf blower and tipped it all out on the ground (on a tarp) and started blowing it away! This seemed crazy, maybe the tossing would have removed some empty seed cases but the leaf blower was more than strong enough to blow all the seeds alway.

It certainly didn’t look like it was working very well.

I must have looked very confused…

I helped him pour the seed that was left back into the bowl it came from and then he motioned for me to go for lunch.

Then I had lunch and about 2pm Jep came and found me. First he showed me a plastic tub of live frogs which he proceeded to put into a bag poor things. Then we got in an very old truck that was parked in the drive. The glass was smashed and the truck was full of holes. It was the worst condition I have seen so far here. Probably because it was used for heavy and dirty work on the farm. The Songtheaws are normally in good cosmetic condition, maybe the Thai drivers have learnt that westerners won’t pay to get in old bangers.

We drove about 10/15 minutes to a place which I think was owned by his parents or friends. An older man greeted Jep and proceeded to show him the trees in the orchard. Jep also gave him the bag of live frogs. We then sat on a bench for a while, waiting for somebody?

This turned out to be a lady, around the same age as Jep, but it was hard for me to tell. After she arrived Jep led me to a large pond/small large, surrounded by a grassy bank. The bank was high and we sat on the edge and dangled our feet over. He gave me one with a reel to use but interestingly he fished with just a long stick and thread!

She joined us shortly and she spoke some English, and again, she (like Grandma) didn’t understand much of my Thai, possibly due to the northern dialect being different to the south (where I learnt).

She helped me set my line but I still didn’t catch anything. We crouched down on the bank and I told her where I had visited in Thailand etc. We used some kind of animal gut as bait, I’m not sure what. I had to carry the caught fish to the other side of the pond/small lake to where Jep had the net bag of fish. It was very wriggly and the lady found my attempts to hold onto it very funny.

We, I say we, they, caught about eight fish between them and the fish was kept alive during fishing in a net bag hung under the water. 

On the walk back to the car Jep stopped in one of the orchard style areas in the farm, the trees were neatly in rows and motioned for me to help. We picked the fresh, smallest green leaves from about six trees. He said the leaves were ‘aroi’ อร่อย (delicious in Thai) and ‘gin’ กิน (eat in Thai) implying that we would be eating them?

Back at the farmhouse (his friends farmhouse, not Tacomepai) the lady we had been fishing with offered me a Dragon Fruit, picked from a tree nearby. They had a wide range of fruit trees and bushes, but only one or two of each. Probably just to feed themselves, not being produced to sell. The dragon fruit is a lovely pinkish fruit the size of a large orange and it has wavy leafy bits on the outside like dragon scales. Inside it is white with tiny black seeds and is very sweet with not a lot of flavour. Very refreshing.

She also offered me some water. She said ‘gin nam’ กินน้ำ which is ‘eat water’. A lot of Thai people don’t say ‘drink water’, ‘doom nam’ ดื่มน้ำ but ‘eat water’, ‘gin nam’ กินน้ำ. This is just part of the slack use of their own language. They also say ‘cow’ ขาว which means ‘rice’ instead of ‘gin’ กิน (eat) because rice is the staple food and if you are going to eat you most likely will be having ‘cow’ ขาว ‘rice’.

After Jep drove us back to the farm we went to prepare dinner. I chopped the fish outside the kitchen. Out the back there was small stone veranda. I used a slice of a wooden stump as a chopping board. 

This involved chopping the heads and tails off, scraping the scales off and gutting them. But then only chopping them into chunks, not de-boning them. This is for ease of preparation but makes it really hard to eat the fish. This was frustrating for me as I like to shovel my food and not nit pick it but you really had to be careful with the bones.

The fish guts where thrown to the chickens pecking about below the veranda.

He put a couple of fish in the fridge for tomorrow and the rest he cooked in a stew with some vegetables. He gave me a plate which I took down to the kitchen to eat.

With hindsight I think I may have been rather confused when we first got in the truck and went off, not knowing where we were going. On the other hand, that is what I would have expected to feel but I don’t remember being at all concerned and just went with it. I guess I have adapted to taking it as it comes. Especially when half the time you cannot commutate to ask what is actually happening.

I don’t know what will happen to the frogs in the bag that we gave to the man on the other farm but I’m afraid that whatever their purpose is, they won’t live through it :(.

While I was resting late afternoon, on the bench outside my hut, I heard some people talking. I got up and saws group of backpackers, complete with full bags, walking up my front path. There was a guy and two girls. They asked me if their friend was here? They said he arrived today. I knew there had been no new volunteers but I didn’t want to put them off so I asked how many nights he was supposed to be staying. They said just one, so I knew then they must have the wrong farm (there is a three night minimum at Tacomepai).

I said I hadn’t seen any new volunteers today but that they were welcome to stay if they wanted and that we had just started planting the rice fields. Well I tried my best to get them to stay but it wasn’t very easy. Their friend wasn’t here and also it was hard to explain what ‘programs’ and ‘organised activities’ were running (there weren’t any..).

There certainly needs to be some changes made around here if they want the volunteer program to continue?

 Sand water filter barrel and bamboo cups and one of the many eco promoting signs around the farm.

Sand water filter barrel and bamboo cups and one of the many eco promoting signs around the farm.

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Day 47 – Tues – 21st July:

Breakfast appeared on the table as normal and as no one was around, I spent a couple of hours peeling the bean pods.

Jep came round with a petrol powered grass trimmer and was clearing the paths, which, being just dirt tracks, get overgrown with plants to the point that they completely disappear.

After a bit he motioned for me to have a go. He taught me (all miming) how to work it. It had a string pull cord and was very simple.

I cleared a few paths but I wasn’t very confident on it because, A it sometimes flicked up large stones that were amongst the plants and also B simply because I hadn’t had any training on it and I don’t think my insurance would cover it.

It was backbreaking work, the engine was hung on a single strap over the shoulders and then from the engine there was a long pole and at the end the large trimmer blades.

Carine said later when I spoke to her, that she thinks Jep doesn’t like using it because it is very uncomfortable. She explained that it is very hard to explain to him when she doesn’t want to do something because, for example, I couldn’t say in Thai, I have no insurance (I can now but this event happened weeks before I returned to the Thai school). Sometimes she has to say no to a task, but cannot explain why.

Carine also said she knows the trimmer is ment to have a double shoulder strap and that one is much harder to use as it only has the one strap.

Anyway I stopped after a while and went for a shower (it was hot work).

I went for a walk out of the front of the farm and to the right. There was a good convenance store, locally run and I bought some bug spray, biscuits, some toilet rolls and an ice lolly!

I walked past the farm in the other direction and ate my lolly. I bought a smoothy from a local food stand that was by the road. There didn’t seem to be much more that way within walking distance so I headed back.

I sat in the ‘school room’ hut and used the Internet (the wifi was only available in that spot).

I spent a hour or so trying to clear a bit of one of the field sections but gave up when it started to rain.

That night there was a heavy storm right above us. I ate dinner and shelled beans in the kitchen in the dry and watched the rain, it was very peaceful being so far from any city’s or towns.

During the night the white cat visited me and wanted me to let she her in but I didn’t want her climbing all over me so she had to sit outside, she wasn’t there in the morning.

 

The organic waste disposal machine (the piggy) and another snap of the kitchen area.

 
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Next up: days forty-eight and forty-nine.

Previously: update on my return home and how to support the blog.

Previously: days forty-four and forty-five.

Support the blog by pledging – Thailand 2015

Just a brief interlude. I am now back home from my travels but no fear the blogs will be continuing for some time. I have only got you up to day 45 (less than half way) as I was abroad for 99 days!

I hope reading them is no less exciting with the knowledge that I am safe and sound in England.

Coming home wasn’t as strange as I expected. On my return home from Africa in 2012 after only a month, I experienced ‘return culture shock’. So much glass (in the windows) everywhere and carpet, polished high streets with no shacks (even the rough areas looked flush). I was expecting the same on my return from Asia but I think because I was prepared for it, it never came.

I am keen to complete the blog and it will be free to read here as before, but I have joined a community of artists and other creative minds called Patreon.

This site allows us to fund our work, much like Kickstarter. However instead you ‘pledge’ a small amount per published article (for example $1, the site is in U.S. dollars). If you pledge a larger amount then you will get added bonuses like printed copies of pictures of your choice, or a custom upcycled item (from the William Stone Upcycled Goods side of the blog).

You can pull out any time. Read more about it and sign up to pledge to the blog at:

https://www.patreon.com/Jeffro292 

My goal is to raise enough to print the blog as a travel book! And of course if you’re still pledging at that time you will receive a copy or get a percentage discount, depending on your pledge amount.

Keep on following here for days 46-99 of my travels in Asia.

The main differences coming home have have been cultural and economical. For example I found it very strange looking at a brochure (that came through our door) for a weeks cruise in Europe at £1,500 pounds but for double that you could live in Thailand (in one place, not constant sightseeing) in a rented house (approx 450 baht a day, food, water, gas and electricity) for a year!  

Crazy!

So long.

I hope to see your name on my patron site soon :p

The Ruins in Sukhothai (from back in my first week in Thailand)

Next up: days forty-six and forty-seven.

Previously: days forty-four and forty-five.

Days forty-four and forty-five in Thailand – 2015

Day 44 – Sat – 18th July:

Today is the day I am going to the Organic Farmstay in Pai. Firstly I got up early and packed, and then asked in reception for the quickest way to 7-11. The guy actually recommend that I try Tesco Lotus which was very nearby at a gas station. I was unsure how food would work at the farm so I was planning to stock up on some dry snacks, determined that the same thing (that happened on the camping trip) wouldn’t happen again.

I also bought a 50 baht rain-poncho (basically a very thin plastic sheet in neon pink) as I had no wet weather gear. Then I walked back to the hotel. At 11.50am I went to see if my laundry (which I dropped off yesterday at the place next door) was ready, it was. She did say to collect at 12pm but my bus was picking me up then and I wanted it all packed in my bag before then, ready to go.

Of course I should have known that the bus wouldn’t be on time. I think it arrived in the end around 12.40pm so I spent a slightly frustrating but reasonably interesting hour in the reception watching two men install a metal shop grill shutter thing across the front of the shop. I was accompanied by a small Thai girl (it was Saturday so no school, but then I have learnt since that they don’t start school until the age of 7 anyway so maybe that is irrelevant), who was playing some kind of game on a tablet PC.

The lady who may have been the owner, but who was often on reception, came and explained about the shutters. She said that a couple of nights ago someone threw a small molotov cocktail (which didn’t explode) through the wooden shutters (which was the only form of door the property had). I expressed my surprise, as I thought the area was very safe. She mostly agreed but had decided measures had to be taken hence the shutters.

Anyway a songtheaw finally picked me up and took me to the bus station where (me and some other tourists) we were transferred into a small 15 person minivan. After an hour and a half the bus stopped for a quick rest break and I bought some interesting Thai sweets, much like chewits but from an obscure brand and mangosteen flavour! They were very nice!

We arrived at 4.20pm ish in Pai, it was like a quiet giant Ko San Road, the town being three or so large main streets full of tourist shops. Anyway the annoying thing was that in the bus we drove right through the town that the Farm ‘Tacomepai‘ was situated in but (and I asked before when we first got on the bus) the driver would not stop to let me out. He kept saying ‘one stop one stop’, which is stupid really, it’s not like I wanted to be dropped off down a road just literally get out of the bus.

So I had to pay a lot (200 baht) for a taxi to get back to the Farm because no one else was going that way, and I ended up with a whole mini van to myself.

On arrival the Farm seemed deserted so the driver got out and tried to help me find someone. I don’t think he would have done this if I had change to pay him but I only had a 500 baht note and he had no change (which also seemed silly). We found an old lady sitting in the porch out of the rain weaving baskets. I had read about her on the farm website (she was described as Grandma, and it said she was always in the porch, if you wanted to watch traditional weaving). She spoke no English but went and got a mobile phone and put me on to her daughter (the wife of the farm owner), the person who I had been emailing.

She seemed very surprised that I was there even though I had said I was coming, but explained in Thai to the Grandmother. The driver then asked the Grandmother for change and left once I’d paid him.

I sat with the Grandmother in the porch, waiting for something (I didn’t know what), pointing at the chickens and saying ‘gai’ which is chicken in Thai the lady pointed at the ducks and said ‘bet’ which is duck (which I didn’t already know), so that was interesting.

Then a Thai man arrived and gestured for me to follow him with my bags. He took me down a dirt track past some small fields on my right. Another volunteer appeared, she was French and spoke some English. She showed me to a hut but then the Thai man asked her to show me the next hut along instead.

I asked her what I should do and she said tomorrow she would show me round the farm. Here a picture of my little house with ensuite bathroom.

My Eco hut with ensuite bathroom at Tacomepai in North Thailand

My Eco hut with ensuite bathroom at Tacomepai in North Thailand

The bedding was very grotty looking so I was super glad I had my hammock and silk sleep sack. You can see in the pictures that I strung it up between two bamboo beams.

The hut was made from 100% bamboo and some kind of large leaf (maybe Palm leaf).

I took stock of my food from Tesco, it was mostly snack food but I had one can of tuna because I was unsure if I would be fed tonight, arriving at the time I did. So I ate the tuna and then put it outside, not sure where to dispose of it just yet.

The Thai man called me out of my hut and gave me some clean sheets and blankets. I used the blankets as a sort of carpet/mat under the hammock and I used one sheet. It was a duvet cover (and pillow cases) that I think was for the floor mattress bed and grotty pillows but I pushed it all to the side against one wall.

Then the French girl came and called me for dinner! Yay food. It was rice with a vegetable/stew/soup thing. It had a good flavour as most Thai food does but was not very filling for me. It was like a watery stock with stringy leaves in it. The Thai are very clever with the food, they make a lot of flavour from very little but they also fill up on rice. I think my metabolism is set for meat and veg and rice doesn’t do much for me.

Anyway when I returned to my hut I discovered I had made a new friend. A little white cat was enjoying the tuna water and dregs from the can I had left out (I was unable to drain it at the time of eating). She was very happy.

My new cat friend and the kitchen with a pot of rice on Tacomepai farm, North Thailand

My new cat friend and the kitchen with a pot of rice on Tacomepai farm, North Thailand

Day 45 – Sun – 19th July:

A lot of cricket type insect nosies last night. I got up for 8.30am and went down to the volunteer kitchen for breakfast. There was a lovely sweet bread which was a nice surprise and also some egg and veg, and of course more rice.

I couldn’t find the French girl who was supposed to show me round so I wandered up the the main house. Next to the house was a large wooden open walled building which was labeled the ‘classroom’. This is where the owner (when he was there) used to teach permaculture farming.

I found a middle aged Swiss guy called Andy who was very nice and explained to me about the farm.

It was built and designed by this Sandot the owner, a farmer who studied permaculture farming, he ran courses and volunteer programs until a couple of months ago when he just left to run a new project he had thought up. The new project was near the border further north, near Laos (or so I gathered). The only volunteer here was the French girl Carine who had been here over two months, since the last properly run course.

He said he was hoping the owner was going to come back or maybe was going to formally sign over some control to him so he could continue with the projects. I asked what I could do to help and he said that he was leaving later today but I was welcome to help him clear up from his current project. He said it was a shame I wasn’t here last week as I could have helped with the building of his ‘art studio’.

So I spend half an hour or so with his Thai wife/partner, clearing the waste wood that was scattered around the classroom building. This literally involved throwing the scrap bamboo into the forest that started a few feet from the building, of course it would rot down and be good for the ecosystem but it was amusing to me anyway.

Then the Swiss guy Andy showed me the ‘art studio’, which was another wall-less structure with a strong concrete base a few inches thick and four metal girders supporting a corrugated iron type roof.

There was a large locker which was full of tools and he said he hoped to rent the space out to artists etc. I told him about William Stone and some of our scrap art projects. He said I was welcome to use the space for free while I was here as he had no plans yet as such.

I helped clear a bit more rubbish and this was stuff like plastic cement sacks which we threw in a pit (already full of rubbish) and I think they will burn it all at some point (that is what they do here in Thailand).

There wasn’t much left to do that I could help with so I went to find the French girl. She explained to me that a lot of volunteers come and sit in the kitchen and smoke and drink and pay the volunteer fee (200 baht a day) but treat it as a cheap place to stay, and maybe do some yoga in the yoga hut. She was very fed up of this and also with Sandot the owner who had popped off to his new project.

Her English was quite good and I think the reasons she was short with me yesterday was also because her English was a bit rusty, she also spoke some Thai in order to communicate with the farm hands etc and probably hadn’t spoken English for weeks.

Anyway she said she studied permaculture farming and at the moment was just running her own little garden near her hut because she was unable to plan any big projects without Sandot’s help to explain it to the farm hands.

She showed me the last crop of beans and said I could help peel them and then after lunch, which appeared by magic on the table in the kitchen area (a pot of rice), she showed me a field I could start clearing. I worked for a couple of hours, using the traditional Thai farm tool which is like a large garden hoe with a slightly thicker and sharper metal head.

Later at dinner (in the kitchen again) the French girl Carine talked about some of the problems with Thai farming. One being the lack of farm education and also that they didn’t remove ‘bad seed’ and just kept planting the same stuff every year, (in a couple of posts time I will explain how I learnt about their seed checking process which is very funny and illogical, which is strange as the Thai people are normally very logical).

I mentioned the white cat and she said that cat was always bothering her, Carine thinks it was looking for some affection (her own words). She told me it also had two kittens but it killed one and kept trying to put the other one in her house. I haven’t seen any sign of the kittens though.

The farm is set in a very beautiful flat area surrounded by other farms. It is nice and cool compared to the city’s, as there is a lot of greenery and damp air. It is also very quiet except for the loud insects in the evening. I can see why people like to come here for their yoga retreats.

Organic bean shelling, the walk to my hut and the overgrown field I have been clearing, on Tacomepai farm, North Thailand

Organic bean shelling, the walk to my hut and the overgrown field I have been clearing, on Tacomepai farm, North Thailand

It has been a very interesting taste of the farm so far. I have enjoyed it even though it is very confusing as to what is going on….

Next up: days forty-six and forty-seven.

Previously: days forty-two and forty-three.

Days forty-two and forty-three in Thailand – 2015

Day 42 – Thurs – 16th July:

I wanted to spend some time in rural Thailand, I had previously emailed a bunch of places about volunteering, a couple of farms, a couple of animal shelters (there is a large stray animal, mainly dogs, population here), and a monkey sanctuary. No one had replied so this time round I emailed about 20 places with the hope that at least one would reply.

Surprise surprise, several emailed back quite promptly, but due to what happen before I had already said yes to the first farm that replied. I then also made a provisional plan with the monkey jungle sanctuary for the following week, as their program sounded good.

The farm that I will be going too (in a couple of days) is in Pai, North West of Chiang Mai. Pai is a place many people have recommend to me. It is ‘supposed’ to be a more authentic town as not as many tourists venture past Chiang Mai.

Thinking of my budget I decided to move hotels again. Using trip adviser I found a decent looking hostel with private rooms for only 251 a night, (their price is 250 but due to booking online and conversion rate it is 251, this happens sometimes). It was called the Cumpun Guesthouse and I walked there from the Royal Guesthouse using the paper map.

I would be departing for the farm on Saturday the 18th, so I had two days to spend in the city, I didn’t really see a lot of it when I came last month, as we were only here for two days.

I had a look at the leaflets in the lobby and on trip adviser. I discovered a zoo very near about 40 mins out of the city. I hailed a Songthaew, which asked for 100 baht to the zoo as I was the only customer. Normally they charge about 20/30 baht in the North.

When I arrived the taxi driver pointed me towards the joint ticket counter where I could get a combined ticket to the zoo and aquarium.

The first enclosure was some crested cockatoos! My fave bird (I even have a little tattoo of one). The zoo was laid out like a small safari park with the enclosures quite widely spaced apart, but they were in a sort of theme park style with concrete painted to look like wood etc, see pics.

Theme park style exterior decor at Chiang Mai Zoo

Theme park style exterior decor at Chiang Mai Zoo

The birds didn’t look that happy, nor did the monkeys, whose enclosure was the worst in the whole park. But as I walked on (past the shuttle bus, which you had to pay more for) the enclosures got bigger.

I fed the hippos, who had a nice pen with a pool. You could buy large chunks of carrot to feed them and they knew what was coming and stood there with mouths wide open. See pics. It was actually quite comical. There was a whole group of people there and the carrots sold out very quickly.

It poured with rain for about ten minutes and I stopped next to the hippos to talk to an American couple who were doing TEFL in China and had a three week holiday which they were spending in Thailand.

After the rain stopped a Thai man came to refill the carrots and I fed the hippos too.

Feeding the awesome hippos at Chiang Mai Zoo - they knew the drill

Feeding the awesome hippos at Chiang Mai Zoo – they knew the drill

As I moved on, past some fibreglass animals (much like Blackgang Chine in the UK, on the IOW), I found two giraffes, in a decent sized pen with other herbivores, like goats.

I fed these too and at nearly every enclosure you could pay 10 or 20 baht for a plastic tub of chopped vegetables, and in the big cats cage, you could buy raw meat on a stick to poke through the bar! Yes this is true! I have never see this in a zoo before.

Edventually I came to the aquarium, which had a massive fibreglass sharks head protruding from the roof. It was a decent enough size but you could only go in one tunnel as the other was under construction. The tunnel I did go in had a very fancy conveyer-belt that would take you round (but the power was turned off, maybe they turn it on during busy periods).

After the aquarium I walked round the last third of the park (you could walk all the way round on the concrete road) and then reached the entrance again at around 4.30pm, which managed to concede with some other people leaving in a songthaew.

Back at the hotel my room was now ready (it wasn’t this morning at 10am when I arrived), so I collected my main bag, from where I had left it in reception (quite safe).

I walked out about fifty metres to a street food stall, where I had a lovely chicken salad (this is English chicken salad, as in Thai food a salad is a complete different dish), but a disgusting orange squash, which I didn’t finish.

I then visited the night market and replaced my flip flops with a new pair and bought a few souvenirs. The last stop of the night was of course, 7-11.

A flavour of the animals at Chiang Mai Zoo - Thailand

A flavour of the animals at Chiang Mai Zoo – Thailand

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Day 43 – Fri – 17th July:

This morning I chatted to a Silja on facebook, she and the others were off on their three day jungle trek today. I told her about my plans for the Farmstay.

Then I headed off to find several museums that I had found on trip adviser (and which were vaguely marked on my paper tourist map).

My first stop turned out to be to buy a pair of those baggy hippy traveller trouser (you can buy them all over Thailand). I had been considering a pair for a while and my justification was that I didn’t have a pair of trousers that I could use for messy activities on the farm.

Then very shorty I came across a lovely temple. It was very calm and peaceful, they were playing some oriental music from speakers set high in the walls.

The trouser shop where I bought my baggy trousers, and the first couple of temples I visited.

The trouser shop where I bought my baggy trousers, and the first couple of temples I visited.

I moved on and aimed in the generals direction of the museums. On the way I stopped at another temple, this one had quite large buddha statues and was set in a small area of grounds with a seating area. They were also playing music.

I had an early lunch from one of the street stalls, there where quite a few Thai people eating too. It felt like people used this daily, much like a canteen crossed with a local park.

There were quite a few stalls dotted about selling the usual souvenirs. One lady showed me a necklace she claimed was crocodile teeth, which at the time I didn’t believe (most of these teeth are moulded resin) but you will see in a later post, having been to a crocodile farm (in a few weeks) it is quite possible that this was true.

I was a bit lost so I asked a local (in Thai) where I was, and he spent ages pouring over my map. After a while a couple of ladies came over to help and we came to conclusion that the temple we were standing in wasn’t on the map!

Of course they found this very funny, most simple things will get a Thai in stitches, but they pointed me in a vague direction. I didn’t hold out much hope for this as the Thai people seem to be very inaccurate when it come to directions.

I found the Architecture Centre/Museum and another nice temple next too it. There was also a young monk school here as the area (and the public toilet) was full of mini monks (boys around 7 to 11 years old).

Then I found the ‘Chiang Mai Historical Centre‘ which was much more official looking, with a leaflet and map not unlike the museums in England, but it was very small.

There was a farmers market on today outside the museum, just a handful of stalls, I had a glance but there was no point me buying anything as I had nowhere to store it.

I was just reading the history of Chiang Mai in the museum when the lady came over and asked if I had paid and where was my sticker (they always sticker you in Thailand). Oops, the architecture museum had been free so I had assumed.

Anyway I went back out and paid my 90 baht entry fee (foreigner price lol, the sign is literally labeled price for Thai 20 baht and price for foreigner). I was given a sticker to wear and a paper ticket as well.

The museum was air conditioned and very modern. I read quite a bit about Chiang Mai’s history but I have forgotten it all now…..

Down in the basement they have some (not greatly exciting) archeological remains of an old ‘Wat Phra Kaew’, from the Rattanakosin Era.

I also found an interesting statue of ‘TheThree Kings’, the legendary founders of the City of Chiang Mai.

The lovely seating area outside a temple, my fave buddha of the day, some religious hangings swaying in the breeze though the temple door, 'The Three Kings' statue, the legendary founders of the city.

The lovely seating area outside a temple, my fave buddha of the day, some religious hangings swaying in the breeze though the temple door, ‘The Three Kings’ statue, the legendary founders of the city.

Got a Songtheaew back to my hotel as I had been walking in the heat all day.

Tonight I met Daniel, Silja’s friend from Denmark, he hadn’t gone on the jungle trek with the others and was planning to spend a week in Chiang Mai and then we made a provisional plan to meet up after my week on the farm.

He came and collected me from my hotel and we explored the two larger night markets and tried lots of different street food. As well as Thai street food there was a lot of world-food available.

I also booked my bus to Pai from the hotel for tomorrow lunchtime.

 

Next up: days forty-four and forty-five.

Previously: days forty and forty-one.

The Royal Guesthouse – Chiang Mai

I had some requests from subscribers for pictures of the Royal Guesthouse which I mentioned in this recent post.

It was lovely with trailing plants and a Greek feel to it (can’t explain it but it was like an urban derelict building themed as an abandoned Ancient Greek temple).

The Royal Gueshouse -Chiang Mai - North Thailand - Urban decay

The Royal Gueshouse -Chiang Mai – North Thailand – Urban decay


The Royal Gueshouse -Chiang Mai - North Thailand - Urban decay

The Royal Gueshouse -Chiang Mai – North Thailand – Urban decay


Next up: days forty-two and forty-three.

Previously: days forty and forty-one.

Days forty and forty-one in Thailand – 2015

Day 40 – Tues – 14th July:

Up for my 6am alarm and down in the reception for 7.30am. Daniel was down before me but we had to ask the reception lady to wake Sijia for us (she was in the female dorm) as she had missed her alarm call.

It turned out to be very tight for getting to the station on time. We grabbed a taxi but it was close! We arrived at platform 10 seven minutes before it was due to leave at 8.30am and we waited on the platform for AUS Ryan (who was in a different hostel last night).

The doors literally closed behind us and the train left on time! Very unusual! We were given free water and a sweet bun, a common thing in these long journeys, it is included in the price and I think it’s so people don’t faint etc as the water from the sink in the train isn’t drinking water (same as all sinks in Thailand).

Well not much to say except it was a long and gruelling journey. Is was meant to be 12 hours but it was late, no surprise there. So 14 hours on a train in a tiny seat…. Yes I wouldn’t advise this journey lol. I wrote a few blog posts and read my book.

Here is a photo of Silja’s stolen from Facebook, of us looking very optimistic at the beginning of the journey.

Day train to Chiang Mai, North Thailand - 14 hours!

Day train to Chiang Mai, North Thailand – 14 hours!

The train arrived in Chiang Mai (North Thailand) at around 9.30pm and we got a taxi to a couple of hostels. The first one was full, we ended up at the second one.

I was a little annoyed as I didn’t get much choice of where we were going to stay but it was so late and many receptions close at 10pm so it was very tight.

A bit stressful. I walked down the road to try and find another place but couldn’t so I walked back to the hostel to find they had locked the doors! Oh dear. Lucky a girl who was staying there let me in and I found the dorm room where the others were.

I couldn’t check in though as the reception was closed. There were plenty of spare beds so I just took one. I will pay in the morning.

We went out for a quick bite to eat from a street stall.

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Day 41 – Weds – 15th July:

A bit mentally exhausted today and we wasted a day travelling which was a shame. I paid for my gate crashed room first thing while the others lay in.

I felt I needed a few days break so I left the group in the early morning and found a lovely guesthouse with plants trailing up it. Very shabby chic and with a lovely pool.

Then I went to a bookshop and bought a bunch of books, to add to the three I was already carrying.

Here is my bookshelf…. So much for downsizing, I’m not sure how I’m going to fit them all in my bag.

My travelling library

My travelling library

I believe today the others went off to book some jungle treks for the next few days and to the cinema.

Tonight I ate in the hotel. They had a large reception/restaurant, with a pool table and a koi carp pond.

Next up: days forty-two and forty-three.

Previously: days thirty-eight and thirty-nine.