It is not a direct flight from Penang to Chiang Mai, so have to change in KL's new budget airlines airport. We luck out making the tricky transfer in the new, sprawling terminal by innocently asking a
worker which way to the international transfer area? Signage is HORRIBLE, and last
time we were there trying to change planes we were swallowed up by the massive
shopping complex inside the airport building.
The person we asked was sitting in an idle shuttle vehicle. He said “climb in”. In 5 minutes we were there. The grey hair no doubt helped.
Reading Lonely Planet in the plane, specifically the descriptions
of yummy local foods we could look forward to, I wonder if T will try “loo,” a dish
featuring “raw blood mixed with curry paste and served over deep-fried
intestines and pork cracklings.” Or
perhaps he would go for the “naam,” fermented raw pork.
Going to Thailand from Malaysia reminds me of going to Georgia from Azerbaijan. It feels more relaxed, sensible, orderly, fun, COMFORTABLE, alive, cultured even—I know I have to be careful with that one. All places have culture, certainly Az and Malaysia are very rich culturally. I guess I mean refined, classy maybe.
We spent day one of two in Chiang Mai walking the old city checking out some of the incredible wats (temples). It was drizzling but that made for good walking weather, Tom skillfully navigating. [Another sign of age? I don't seem to care anymore when he pulls out the Lonely Planet to consult the map...]
Above: assorted wat pix. Sorry I lost track of what wat was wat...
At Wat Chiang Mai, the oldest of the many many many wats in
the city, from the 14th C, It features an 1800 year old crystal Buddha.
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wax monks |
In some temples there are CREEPY wax figures
of some dear departed monks.
Seen about town (Chiang Mai)
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Moat around the old city |
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City walls |
Day two we went out to Wat Prathat Doi Suthep, which K remembered visiting a shocking number of years ago. What she remembered were the 300 steps to the top. Ha! We were shocked to find ourselves at the top in about 10 minutes, no huffing and puffing whatsoever. The first bit of steps are low and wide, and lined with shops. The second bit are steeper but not taxing, and lined with a majestic naga (think snake/dragon).
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Jade (?) Buddha |
They are fixing the roof of one structure on the temple grounds
Next day we bus it to Chiang Dao. Three to a seat, both T and I perched
on seats with two parents and a toddler, 1 ½ hours. Not bad really. We pass numerous agricultural and educational
projects supported, so large signs tell us, by the king and queen and even
their son, who, as I understand it, is not nearly so well-loved as his sister
but who is nevertheless next in line to succeed the aging king on the throne.
We also pass a sign for an “Elephant Retirement Centre” and, later, “Elephant
Training Centre.” The bus goes all the
way to Fang, which seems like a must-see destination just because of the
name. Another trip...
From the bus we get a
song teow to the hotel.
Our hotel is in a rural area near the Chiang Dao Cave. Had to check out the cave.
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outside the cave |
We spend the whole next day walking around the area, along peaceful country lanes.
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banana flower |
A monastery at the end of one road is an incredibly lovely spot. We were warned about the 500 steps to reach it, but, again, did not have to work hard. Some of the steps go
down, and none are steep.
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meditating |
Thoughtfully, a first aid kit is provided to visitors 100 or so steps in. I gratefully help myself to a bandaid for a blister in waiting
At the top
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wat selfie--is that right?? |
Elsewhere in the area...a 1,000 year old temple
The sky has been cloudy our whole visit. The last night, T wakes up in the middle of the night and peeks out--the STARS are out. Wow wow wow--Milky way and all.
Such a beautiful, peaceful place. Ah and the food at the hotel's restaurant (Chian Do Nest 2) was superb, and beautifully presented.
Bye Chiang Dao!