Wednesday, 16 October 2013

Chiang Mai

The overnight bus to Chiang Mai was made completely unbearable by the smelliest guy in Thailand, possibly the world, sat in front of us. He smelt so badly that it actually burnt my nostrils and when we got off the bus he was the topic of every conversation.  Besides that the journey went quite quickly, we stopped off halfway to get food at a place rife with cockroaches and other bugs- I reached for a packet of mentos only to look down in horror at the box containing them which also held hundreds of tiny little insects.

We arrived in Chiang Mai with only a road name to find our accommodation, luckily after a bit of walking we came across a street map and found Mojito Garden quite easily. We couldn’t check in straight away so had some breakfast in the guest house restaurant. It was pretty gross, we both quite tired and Dibbs was moody. To make his breakfast a bit tastier, Dibbs went for a bottle of ketchup which exploded all over him when he opened it. HA HA HA- it was all over both of our faces and the floor in the restaurant. Still not able to check in we left our bags and wondered into town (with the remnants of the ketchup explosion still splattered here and there). We didn’t really know where we were going and it was baking hot so we spent a lot of time walking around aimlessly; we were both a bit low being so tired from the bus journey and our GoPro camera that we’d spent a lot of money on had stopped working which we were frustrated with. Despite this we did walk down to the river and see a guy fishing with a huge net to walk back through a food market; this was incredible with vast baskets full of chillies, garlic onions, fruit, veg and an eye widening selection of live fish.

After checking in and having a short nap we took a taxi to Tiger Kingdom. I didn’t really know what to expect from this as it is the kind of thing you can be continually ripped off with and we had also heard that a lot of the tigers in Thailand are drugged so that they’re sedated for interaction with people. These tigers were definitely not drugged. We walked into the ‘Tiger Kingdom’ area which held a number of enclosures with various ages and sizes of tigers. I had really been looking forward to getting up close with the tigers but actually, simply walking past all the enclosures was amazing. I’ve never seen so many tigers; at the zoo everyone wants to go see the tigers and get excited when one turns a head or gets up and walks a few steps but these tigers were so active; jumping in and out of pools, play fighting each other. I was suddenly quite scared to be going into the enclosure and extremely glad that we had chosen to meet the small tigers and not the large- the tourists in with large tigers looked simply terrified with these huge animals running all around them. Luckily ours were quite quiet and mostly lying around napping. Our guide took us straight up to the first tiger and indicated that we should get up close immediately. We were introduced to about four or five tigers that we stroked, lay down next to, played with their tails and paws. It was surreal being close to such a rare wild animal and I almost didn’t take it in until afterwards. I think because they were lying down and we were just stroking them it was almost as though they could have been anything. However when we got to the last tiger the guide had it playing with a big stick and I was much more awed by being so close to tigers playing. It was scary but amazing at the same time. It also made me appreciate the close contact that we had just had with them. After spending 15 minutes with the tigers we walked around the other enclosures and also saw even smaller tigers and lots of tiger play. Safe to say we were much more cheerful on leaving Tiger Kingdom.
That night we wanted to go out for some dinner and drinks somewhere with a sociable atmosphere but found it really difficult navigating around Chiang Mai. The whole city is set in a square about 2kmsq so is really spread out and we couldn’t seem to find a central hub which was a bit disappointing. We still had some really nice Thai food though and got an early night ready to be up at 7.30am the next day.
Bright and early the next day we were shattered but excited for our elephant experience which we had been looking forward to for a long time.

We were picked up in an air-conditioned van which was amazing after waiting around in the sticky morning sun. The journey to Patara Elephant Farm showed us some beautiful scenery and I realised how far north and into the mountains we were staying. We met the rest of our group and all copiously applied bug spray (I have already suffered at the hands of these complete cretins). As a group we walked over to a seating area where a huge elephant was standing with a trainer. We were all immediately reduced to ‘ooos’ and ‘ahhhs’. The guides allowed us to take it in turns to stroke and feed her, telling her ‘bon’ to open her mouth for a banana and ‘dede’ for ‘good’. Following this we had a talk with both the owner of the farm and the man responsible for the health of the elephants. We learnt interesting facts about the elephant and the way that the farm works. We were also given traditional Mahout clothing to wear. Next we were off to meet our elephants. The first one we encountered was a huge male with tusks who was partnered with one of the girls from our group. We got into the main area where there were a lot of elephants and Dibbs was introduced to his big, grey elephant Bun Jun (the crazy). I was videoing Dibbs feeding bananas to Bun Jun and so ended up being last to meet my elephant but when I turned round there was the sweetest, smallest in the group, elephant, Lucky (the cute). I fed her a whole basket of bananas using the commands ‘bon’ and ‘dede’ that we had already learned. After this she got some long bamboo leaves and gave me a cuddle by wrapping her trunk around me. Dibbs’ elephant was a complete terrorist and after finishing all her food went on the hunt for more and when the trainer was speaking to us we could see her crashing around in the background carrying food in her trunk making sure none of the other elephants could get any. So they say that they try to match you with an elephant that has a personality like your own.....  Both of our elephants at 12 and 14 were pregnant for the first time but the trainers explained that they still need regular exercise to be healthy during pregnancy.

We went on to learn some important things in checking for good health in each of our elephants; flapping ears and tail swishing, mud on sides as proof that they slept lying down, sweat by toes ( the only places elephants sweat) and poo- checking fibre, squeezing to see if it was moist and checking amount. After this the elephants we ready to be washed but first we had to get them to lie down to brush the loose mud from their backs. This was hard work as you had to swish hard with the bamboo leaves to get it all off. We used the command ‘look’ to get the elephants to stand back up and walked them to the river by saying ‘ma’ and walking with them. We got to a clearing at a pool above a waterfall; the location was stunning, with a small waterfall behind and a pool with a massive waterfall gushing below us. The elephants went eagerly into the water and we followed with our trainers explaining that we would need to get onto their backs to wash them. They didn’t need to ask us twice and we were soon washing and playing in the water with our elephants. They were keen for us to have nice pictures and asked Dibbs to come and sit on Lucky with me so that we could have couples photos. After cleaning their heads, trunks and the top of their backs we walked closer to the top of the waterfall where it was shallower and finished scrubbing their skin. Then, when all the elephants were stood together we rinsed them down as a group and turned around for them to shower us with their trunks.

Once we had finished bathing the elephants we took them back up to the open ground and the trainers showed us how to climb onto them to take them for their exercise. There were three methods of correctly mounting the elephants, two from the trunk and one from the leg. A ‘graceful mount’ is the best way to describe the trainers’ way up and down. An ‘un-co-ordinated clamber’ is closer to the way everyone else went up. I went up trunk end and have a picture in my head of me heaving myself on, arms and legs flailing everywhere, grabbing and poking poor Lucky on the head to hurl myself up. At least I got up first time. This was the part of the elephant experience that I had been most looking forward to; picturing myself as graceful, at one with nature and the elephants, trekking through the jungle; in place of this, I was nervously hitched up behind Lucky’s ears, clinging on for dear life as we lurched around up and down some steep hills. It was wonderfully terrifying. I soon got separated from Dibbs who, sat on lively Bun Jun, had stormed far ahead. Once I started to relax a little and felt less as though I would come crashing to the ground and with each step I started to laugh- I could see Dibbs up ahead completely out of control, on Bun Jun who, by this point, had a substantial about of vegetation in her trunk. I also had no sense of being in control. The commands they had taught us to successfully ride the elephants- ‘pai’ for forward and ‘how’ for stop were next to useless. This became a running joke towards the end and, I think, clear to everyone that the elephants only really listened to our words when they wanted to, as soon as a juicy plant came along ‘pai’ and ‘how’ were out the window. Towards the end of the trek on more solid ground I felt a lot more composed and had started to become used to the way Lucky moved underneath me. I was feeling quite smug with myself until I had to dismount- this involved me slithering/jumping down her trunk. At least I landed on my feet. The end of the first half of our trek had brought us to our lunch stop which was in a beautiful location next to a river. The spread was impressive, laid out across a huge table, food wrapped in the traditional way with leaves. The meal was a bit of a lucky dip as it was all local dishes, some delicious, some not some much. However, whatever we didn’t eat we could feed to the elephants which we all enjoyed.

After finishing lunch we walked a while to a clearing to meet the newest member of the farm, a two week old baby elephant. He was completely adorable. I assumed that we would only be able to see the little one from a distance and that the mother would be very protective at this early stage, however, the mother stood, happily chomping away on bananas, while we all cooed over the tiny, hairy baby crashing around between us all. I’m not sure if this was a defence method or if the little elephant was not used to using its long legs but when it got close to someone it would push against them, moving them round and round. The baby was pushing against Dibbs for ages and I couldn’t stop laughing. As well as the mother and baby there was another small elephant of three years old. This elephant was such a character and had clearly been getting a lot of attention and a LOT of bananas; I was in stitches watching her running around accepting all the bananas she could carry in her trunk and mouth, happily munching away and also dropping bananas all over the floor as she eagerly accepted more that she couldn’t carry. As we walked away both the smaller elephants came trotting after us and I was sad to leave them behind. However, there were elephants to be ridden. Our leader announced that in the afternoon we would be riding the elephants as couples- how romantic. Not with Bun Jun around. After riding sweet little Lucky Bun Jun seemed HUGE. Also, at lunch she was somehow the only elephant that had managed to find water and get completely soaking wet. We climbed on; I sat on her head with Dibbs behind. I felt as though I was going to be tipped off the second we started moving, Bun Jun was a lot faster than Lucky and was happily shoving past the other elephants, creating her own routes and dragging us into every bush and tree she could get away with to grab more food. Had I been on my own I think I would have been terrified but with both of us up there, we were soon howling with laughter about our complete lack of control and unsteady seating. The afternoon trek was stunning, we were walking through a river and peering around at gorgeous scenery; mountains, rivers, lush green fields. I didn’t want it to end. Sadly it did. I was depressed saying goodbye to Lucky. She gave me a goodbye suck on the face with her trunk. I gave her a basket of bananas.

On returning from the elephant farm, completely exhausted but exhilarated we were desperate to find a more lively atmosphere for our second (and last) night in Chiang Mai. After trekking around for ages, tired and feet hurting, we once again gave up looking for any kind of a central part to the old town and had some nice food on a quiet street. Despite not finding anywhere to go for a few drinks, we decided to go to the night bazaar to look around the market; now we had found the atmosphere. The market was busy and bustling with all the usual goods on sale, but also on our way there we walked through a street lined with restaurants and bars- finally! We strolled around the markets and then walked back to the bars for a few drinks. We quickly found ourselves in conversation with a Thai lady(boy)?! Who began to tell us the story of all her past and present boyfriends. Fortunately, she drunkenly wandered off and we got chatted to another couple, after a while Dibbs and the other guy we were talking to got challenged to a game of pool by some ladyboys. They lost. The girls then claimed that the boys had to buy them drinks, the most expensive drinks in the bar too, I put my foot down, along with the other girlfriend, and we moved on. Things closed down pretty early in Chiang Mai compared to the southern islands where the party goes on all night so it was off to bed ready for our journey to Pai the next day.













Wednesday, 2 October 2013

Bangkok

Our journey began in Cambridge at 5.30am when I woke up groggy eyed and stumbled into the shower ready to leave for the train station at 6.15. Dibbs’ parents dropped us off at the train station and with our backpacks hitched on we strode off to begin the 24hr journey that would take us to Bangkok.
We got as far as Delhi without any incident and then it was familiar territory amongst the ‘friendly’ airport staff. We were relieved to get into a relatively short security queue after travelling for so long. That was until we realised who we were behind- a small group of Indians all carrying suitcases and bags along with with layers and layers of clothes and bumbags. After slowly passing through this we began our 12 hour wait in Delhi airport, this wasn’t as bad as we had feared and we managed to sleep through most of it. We tasted some Indian delights *cough* (McDonalds) for breakfast and got set to board the next plane.
Our arrival in Bangkok was smooth and we set foot onto Koa Sarn Road around 9.00pm when all the street vendors are in full swing.  We saw people selling scorpions on sticks, advertising ping pong shows, and a guy walking around with a huge lizard amongst other eye widening sights. After ditching our backpacks at the infamous D and D Inn right in the centre of the road, we were back out to explore; eating pad thai for 80p, drinking beer and cocktails in buckets as well as trying some apple shisha.

The next morning I was shaking Dibbs awake ready for a day of exploring. He reluctantly got up at the mention of coffee and we strode out onto the street with me boasting about a 7/11 store that does delicious cold coffees. I took us to the complete wrong place so we settled for a restaurant on the road offering muesli and yogurt. Whilst there, a man named Joy offered us a ride in his tuk tuk. Having been to Bangkok before and hearing all about tuk tuk drivers- them taking you to numerous friends shops instead of the destinations you want to go I knew not to take him too seriously, however the rides are still fun and something I think you have to do once at least. Joy was an ironic name for someone who got moodier and moodier the more shops and tour offices that he took us to where we refused to buy anything. He even took us to a tour office where there was a disgusting fat guy from Swansea working. After about an hour of driving around- seeing some buddhas, small temples and clothes shops- he decided not to come back and get us from the last place he left us. We lingered around for about 20minutes before giving up and walking back to Koh Sarn Road. Joy=moody.