To Chaing Mai

So school is over and I plan to travel for the next two months.  My first stop is Chaing Mai.  This is the second largest city in Thailand and I remember when I was here in 2006 I love it.  This is the town I asked to be placed in, but was told “you don’t want to live there”.  By car, Chaing Mai is probably 3 hours from Sam Ngao, but by bus, longer.

So, my instructions for travel were to come to the school at 7:30 and get on a bus.  A certain student would meet me there to tell me which bus to get on.  Then that bus would take me to Baa tan cuen which is the bust stop on the side of the highway.  I then had to walk past the police box and find the lady that sells bus tickets.  Then get on the bus to Chaing Mai.  Well, that sounds like a solid plan.  What could go wrong?

I showed up at school at 7:30 towing a suitcase and answered “Teacher, where you go?” about 15 times.  The student showed up and pointed to a bus.  She walked over to it with me and said something to the driver.  15 minutes later, the bus took off with me and a monk.  It drove so slow I could have walked faster, but considering I had a suitcase and no real time agenda, who cares?  It drove through both villages and picked up a few people along the way.  It dropped me off at Baa tan cuen.  I looked up and directly in front of me was a lady sitting at a tiny table (on the side of the highway).  I said “bus to Chaing Mai?”.  She made a phone call, told me 9:30 and I paid her.  At 9:25 she said “Chaing Mai” and motioned me and two other people to stand near the median.  A minute later she grabbed my suitcase, said “Chaing Mai”, and took my suitcase 20 feet down the median.  We followed her.  The bus came at 9:30 and took me to Chaing Mai.  I can’t imagine any of that going smoothly in the US.

Tonight I met Rob who lives in Chaing Mai and Annaliese for dinner.  They were both in my TESOL class.  Some of Rob’s coworkers joined us.  I had pizza and it tasted like pizza and it was wonderful.  Another teacher, Adi, and her mother joined us later.  Let vacation begin!

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They named a motorbike after me
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No, wait for the bus over here
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Waiting in the median for a bus
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Baa tan cuen
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Ticket sales center (table)
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My cute hotel in Chaing Mai
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Itty Bitty Hotel pool

Back to Sam Ngao

I tried to sleep in as late as I could, but I just feel yucky.  I try to cry or scream or figure out how to release this, but I can’t so I just get up.  Maybe leaving Mae Sot will help and that’s on the schedule for today anyway.

I had another meh breakfast and then my taxi arrived early to take me to the bus station.  So, I was way too early, but that’s ok.  I didn’t have any issue with my ticket bought on line so that was good.  It was a different bus station than the one I came into and the bus was sold out so I’m real glad I got the ticket ahead of time on line.

The bus has a stewardess of sorts who takes our tickets, finds where we are getting off, gives us water and a very random snack.  When I tell her Ba tan cuen, she doesn’t understand me although I know she does.  I tell her about 3 or 4 times and she keeps saying Chaing Mai (the final stop)?  She repeats Ba tan cuen with a distrusting look several times and then walks off shaking her head.  Several times during the trip she asks me again.  I try to explain I live and teach there, but she thinks I’m nuts.

I was told or read somewhere that this stretch of road is dangerous on a bus.  I rode in on a van and was wondering what it would be like on a bus.  It’s not scary so much as it’s just intense.  There are a lot of trucks and buses on the road.  It’s steep and full of switch backs.  There’s not much you can do as you are getting tossed side to side a lot.  I try to read, but writing or typing on the computer is out of the question.  There are no run away truck lanes like there would be in Colorado, but I don’t smell burning brakes either.  Some of the hills, the bus struggles to even get up.  I’m sitting on the wrong side again to get any pictures of the mountain views.  I tried to get pictures, but they don’t do it justice, of course.  I’m dropped off at the correct stop even though she still looks skeptical and then I have to take the motorbike taxi back home.

Now I’m guessing the police stops on the way into and out of Mae Sot may have something to do with refugees.  I’m not sure, but that makes the most sense.  I did some research on line about the Burmese refugees.  It was quite eye opening, but that is all I will say about it.

I wanted to go out to the temple tonight to see what the holiday celebration might be like, but by the time I heard the monks on the loud speaker, I was tired and just wanted to shower and eat so I didn’t go out after all.  Now, I’m kinda bummed I didn’t go.

I’m using my new phone as a wifi hot spot as I write this so that’s a huge hooray!

My house is just full of bugs and I’m over it.  My bedroom floor was covered in wings when I got home.  There were some bugs.  I don’t know what they were – termites, flying ants?  I swept it all up and didn’t do much looking at the bugs because I just don’t want to know.  My head has been itching for days so I wonder if I got bugs in my hair now.  I feel like I’m 8 years old again.  I washed my hair twice today although, I doubt that will do any good.  I looked at my sheets and they were covered in tiny dead gnats that I’ve been battling every night when I try to read on my nook.  Still, the amount of bug on the outside top of the bug net lets me know it’s not a complete failure.  Guess I’m sleeping on my sleeping bag tonight and washing sheets tomorrow.  I did get an electronic bug thing that Laura recommended.  It’s for mosquitoes, but maybe it’ll deter other bugs too.  Fingers crossed.  Alright, I’m going to leave it on that note so all of you reading this can share in my creepy crawly feeling.

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Mae Sot 1

So I got up super early and drove to the hospital.  I was told to park there since the bus stop is next door.  Riding an old motor bike in the dark with bad headlights is sketchy, especially when you come upon a dog sleeping in the middle of the road.  Dogs are a major source of motorbike accidents in Thailand.  There was no one at the bus stop at 6:30.  There were a three kids there by 7:00am.  So, I was obviously told the wrong time.  Was it a joke on the foreigner?  Oh well, at least I wasn’t late for the bus.  It was a big loud bus full of students.  There were adults too, but mostly students.  The bus honked at everything that moved and as it was approaching every stop.  It was standing room only by the time we got to the bus station in Tak.  It was nice to see a teenage boy give up his seat next to me for someone else.  It’s typical for younger people to give up their seats for older people.  I then had to change to a mini van to get to Mae Sot.  The seats on the mini van were tiny and every seat was full.  It was a very interesting drive.  The roads were steep and very curvy.  Of in the distance you could see row and row of mountains (shadows of mountains really since it’s so smoky here).  We drove through several national parks so there was nothing but jungle.  The steepness of the roads reminded me of Colorado, if Colorado had jungle.

We went through 3 police check points.  I found that odd.  At the 3rd one, a policeman checked IDs.  I wondered what they were looking for.    Drugs, gems, poachers?  When we got to Mae Sot I got a motorbike taxi to my hotel, well to the wrong hotel and then to the right one.  This was foreshadowing for my afternoon.  Mae Sot looks different than anything else I’ve seen in Thailand.  I can’t quite identify what it is that is different.  It’s a border town near Myanmar and has a large concentration of hill tribes, Karen and Hmong.  It also has a large Muslim population and Chinese population.  The only thing I can figure is these influences made tiny differences in buildings, streets, clothing, etc and creates a distinct, but indescribable difference.  I tried to define it or capture it in a picture but i just can’t.

I got to my hotel and I didn’t want to leave.  I was overcome with a strong feeling of “I like Mae Sot” combined with “I hate it here”.   There was a lot of fear and I just wanted to crawl in bed and hide.  I watched tv for awhile and tried to find a phone store on google maps.  I tried to convince myself that it was ok if I locked myself in my room all weekend.  The part of me that needs a new phone and reliable wifi won.  The hotel had bicycles I could use for free and “how do I rent a motorbike” was not being understood.  So, I took the bicycle into town on a wild goose chase sponsored by google maps.  The first place  it took me was a Tesco which are like Walmarts here.  They usually have other stores around them including phone stores.  I went in and there were only two rows of shelves with stuff on them.  It was creepy.  The next place didn’t seem to exist.  It kept taking me down roads that I swear were in the wrong direction.  I had no idea where I was.  The streets are narrow, full of cars, bicycles and motorbikes.  Terrifying and fabulous all at the same time.  There’s that mix of opposites again.  There are stores and delivery trucks everywhere.  The variety of things being sold and/or delivered was mindblowing.  I still can’t process it and I saw it.  The third place I went was a print shop.  A guy across the street was drunk and bathing with a hose, fully clothed.  Then he came over and sat in front of the print shop and then back across the street.  Back and forth, soaking wet.  I decided this would be a good time to go eat.  The combination of Lonely Planet guide book and google maps got me to a Canadian restaurant that boasted having cheese.  I tried to regroup.  I had a cheese burger and fries.  I got a hold of the phone company by Line (a text program widely used in SE Asia) and they told me there was a store in Robinsons and one in a different Tesco.  Some British people eating next to me told me where the other Tesco was.

I have  a new resolve to get this phone since I don’t want to go through this again tomorrow.  On my way to Tesco, I stopped for a pedicure.  She tried to get rid of my ingrown toenails which I usually don’t mind because they drive me nuts, but she cut too deep and my toe bled and still hurts hours later.  So, now I’m grumpy, scared, hot, lost and injured.  I found the dtac store and no one speaks English.  I try using my phrase book and the guy behind the counter pulls out his phone and has me speak into it.  It translates what I said to Thai.  It doesn’t do the best job of translating.  Some of the things he said got translated horribly to English, but it was enough to get a new phone that can be a mobile hot spot and to get a data package paid for.  And I asked him to download the translator app too – google translator, who knew?  Now, hopefully, it works at my house!  I went back to the hotel and locked myself in.  I tried to nap, but couldn’t.  Around 8:00pm I decided I needed to go out and eat and see if I could get a massage.  I used my new translator to ask where to go for a massage.  They said 2 hours in my room for 500baht ($14).  Deal!  Who needs dinner?

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Can I just stay here forever?
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Cheese on my burger and fries
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On the phone store hunt
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Those are funny looking dogs, no goats

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