Archive for January, 2011


There is just no way around it:  I’m not pretty in Thailand.  There is a definite standard of beauty in this country, and I just don’t meet it.

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“She’s Gonna Go Jurassic Park On This Place.”

I haven’t been to the zoo in so many years, that I don’t even remember the last time I went to the zoo.  I feel so sorry for the animals, and though it would be exciting to see them, my guilty conscience about being part of the species that keeps them locked up has kept me away.  But a couple of days ago, Alam suggested we visit the Night Safari in Chiang Mai, and we went.  Bad idea.

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The Mountain, Part II

The ride up the mountain the next morning was quite a bit different than the night before.  Sure, there were the same noxious fumes, and the price somehow increased from 300 to 400 baht on the way, but in the daylight we could see the scenery.  What incredible scenery! Valleys of lush greenery, homes that ranged from shacks on stilts to modern mansions (I’m not sure which I like better), all manner of vegetation…

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Been there. Done that.

Yesterday was particularly special for both of us.  We got to do something Stu had always dreamed of doing and I had never imagined doing:  hanging out with elephants.

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The Mountain

For our first evening in Chiang Mai, we planned to go see Fahrin’s brother, Alam, up in the mountains where he teaches.  The 40-minute drive turned into two hours with traffic and a driver who didn’t know where he was going.  Continue reading

Show & Tell in Chiang Mai

After much hulabaloo with the bus out of Bangkok, including several almost-misses and me yelling down the dark streets of a Bangkok alleyway “STUUU!!! STUUUU!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!?!?!”, we finally got out of Bangkok on Sunday  night.

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First Impressions of Chiang Mai

We finally arrived in Chiang Mai, the place everyone raves about.  So excited to finally be here!  After the all-night bus ride, all we wanted was some breakfast.  So we walked up and down Niemenhamin Street where Fahrin’s brother lives.  It’s a swanky neighbourhood.  Far too rich for my blood.  Continue reading