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We had an amazing trip in Thailand in August - here are some highlights.
If you have any questions about our trip , please email me (jrtadano@gmail.com). We'd love to hear about your travels too - or any ideas you have about where we should go next!

Some tips on reading the travel log: "I" is usually Juliana, except for Ty's two entries (which are labeled).

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Tuesday, October 5, 2010

8/14 Saturday: Chiang Mai to Koh Samui

Saturday Morning:

We had our last banana pancake breakfast at Mountain View, and walked around saying goodbye to our home for the last week. Good-bye porch, good-bye temples (from our windows), good-bye room, good-bye restaurant, good-bye Daeng, good-bye other staff. We were truly sad to leave! Our taxi took us around the north west corner of the old town on the way to the airport – and we realized there was so much we hadn't seen still, even in the old town, which is pretty small! Airport security was ridiculously quick and easy, and all too soon we were in our departure gate waiting to fly to Koh Samui. We had a lovely view of Doi Suthep while waiting to leave, watching clouds fill in around the jungle mountain where we had left half a pound of sweat and a lot of baht (and almost our stomachs!) just a few days before.

(Doi Suthep getting some rain as we leave)

The airport was filling up with French tourists – tidy, stylish, bronzed (already), and totally lacking any body hair (men too – waxed chests and open shirts) hinting at a very different experience ahead.

Saturday Afternoon:

Our flight was filled with French tourists – we think we may have joined the second leg of a connecting flight straight from Paris, since the demographics were so dominated by Francophiles. Everyone was fresh, dressy, and clearly headed for the beach – so we are guessing they didn't spend much time in Chiang Mai. Plus, all of the many, many children were perfectly quiet and well behaved – especially mysterious for French children! I realized with jet lag it was probably the middle of the night for them, thus most of them were sleeping!

We invented a game to pass the time – called FF for F-ing French (an Eddie Izzard reference). Since Ty hadn't spent much time around Europeans, I got to subtly point out cultural differences with a whispered FF and an eye roll. He caught on quickly and even pointed out his own. Waxed chests (on men), overly exposed breasts (on both genders), high heels on an Air Bangkok puddle hopper flight (where you walk to the plane on the tarmac), children dressed to the nines (brandalicious!), snotty attitudes, isolationist vacations, all FF. In fact, our hotel was also full of FF, but given that they won't interact with anyone else, we didn't have to see much of them. I also explained to Ty, and was quite proud of this observation: the way that we (Americans) experience the French is the way the rest of the world experiences us. Lest I make too much fun of them, I must remember I came from the country of “freedom fries”...

(good-bye Chiang Mai)

(hello tropical island!)

(flying into Koh Samui)

Once we landed, a major lapse of my memory meant we paid double the high taxi rates for the ride from airport to hotel, as I forgot the hotel was sending a car for us. So not only were the rates outrageous, we paid twice – a real culture shock from cheap Chiang Mai. We also didn't spend time negotiating price or checking our options as we thought we were late for the rehearsal dinner, which we were graciously invited to and didn't want to miss. It turned out we had plenty of time, but I just wasn't on top of things. Despite a week in Chiang Mai, I could not yet adopt the Thai attitude “mai pen rai” (never mind), and stewed about my costly mistakes for several hours.

We were also in culture shock about the higher prices, the fancy resorts, and how removed from Thai culture we realized we would be. Tourists rent scooters here and tootle around in nearly no clothing – shocking after our week of conservative dress in the north. And unlike Chiang Mai, taxis carefully follow the laws of the road and give the million mosquito-like scooters the right of way. I, on the other hand, had no patience for legalistic driving and kept imagining passing everyone Chiang Mai style in my head!

Our hotel was small but beautiful, with modern buildings, a fantastically modern poolside and beach side restaurant, and just enough beach to enjoy the view. Our room was lushly spare (an oxymoron only possible with modern design) and new, with a large fluffy bed and walk in shower with lovely tile. Our room rate was three times that of Chiang Mai (US$60 per night with breakfast) but still a steal for the island prices.

(our beautiful hotel)

(hotel restaurant)


(hotel pool and beach - aaahhhh....)


The rehearsal dinner was at Beach Republic, the most fantastically hip and modern restaurant I have eaten at. After all of our worry, we were the first to arrive by at least half an hour, an enjoyed cocktails on the poolside lounge-couches.


(Beach Republic for the rehearsal dinner)

(Mai pen rai is easier with a mimosa and a beach lounger!)

Finally the wedding party showed up from their rehearsal and we got to visit with the families. Jens's dad, who I'd just met, twirled me around in a bear hug screaming imitation of how Emily reacts to seeing friends – a great impersonation! Emily and Jens showed up in the last car and it was fantastic to see them again, and to be coming to the whole purpose of the trip – Emily's wedding. We ate a fantastic western dinner with a few Thai touches (which is how we would eat the rest of the time on the island), and enjoyed meeting all the important people in Emily and Jens's lives, from California, Taipei, and Germany.

(Emily and Jens excited we've arrived)

(Jens's dad imitating Emily excited to see us - there won't be much visual but the audio is pretty funny, and accurate!)

Friday, October 1, 2010

8/15 Sunday: Koh Samui, Emily's Wedding Day!


Emily is getting married today – after many years of long discussions about this boy or that boy, she has found a man better than the one I had made for her in my head. It's a time of excitement and celebration, but also of seeing many prayers answered in a beautiful way.

The wedding began at 3pm (in theory – actually closer to 4), and Emily asked us to arrive early to get to spend more time with them.

We woke up early-ish and had a large western-style breakfast – french toast, bacon, fruit, juice, toast and jam, and some thai chicken curry soup as well. We worked off all those western calories by laying by the Bay of Thailand until our sunscreen soaked in, and then swimming in this amazing part of the ocean. There were literally no waves – which made the wakeboarding available not seem worth it. There was the ever-present pulse of ocean current, but it was like a swing rocking gently in the breeze. Neither of us have ever experienced so few waves in the ocean. We were continually surprised by the salty water, it was so lake-like. The water was also this amazing aquamarine blue- the most beautiful blue water I've ever seen. It was too murky for snorkeling, and we heard there was no good snorkeling in Lamai Bay- you had to take a full day trip by boat for any good snorkeling or kayaking. With the wedding affairs, we wouldn't really have any full days for trips. Happily, we weren't there to snorkel but to spend time with good friends, so having no options made it easier to stay focused on quality time with our favorite people! We did swim a good number of laps, our first exercise in a while, then laid in the sun to get a bit of color before the wedding (insert doom music here).

Up and down the beach, Thais hawk jewelry, wind chimes, hammocks, bedspreads, massages, and pedicures. They are covered head to toe (both for modesty and sun protection), and seem very poor. Wonderful grandmother-like women would grab my feet as I tanned, tsk-tsk me, and suggest I need a foot scrub- which I did! I had some serious moral issues, both wondering if the hotels wanted us to accept the peddling (they never seemed to stop it), and because we were relatively scantily clad against the Thais's modest clothing. Finally one older woman grabbed my foot and insisted on giving me 1 free minute, and I was sunk. She had quite the marketing gimmick. I gave in to a foot scrub, leg massage and pedicure right there on my lounge chair on the beach. It was fantastic. I paid for it dearly though- in that extra 30 minutes, I got completely burnt (although I wouldn't know it for a few more hours).

We got ready for the wedding, paid way too much for a taxi, and arrived just in time for me to sneak into the honeymoon suite and get sucked into the last minute bridal party chaos that always precedes a wedding ceremony. The girls were beautiful, Emily was drop-dead gorgeous, her mom was lovely and regal, and everyone was buzzing around finalizing all the beautiful details. I think I ended up being helpful – since I didn't have to get ready myself, I could relay messages, find missing emergency kit items, help wrap the vows, etc. Poor Ty had to wait at the bar – but it was an open bar and the pastor was also waiting, so they had a good chat.

(Emily's mom, Emily, and Emily's new mother-in-law!)

(the wedding party watching the bride and groom's "first look")

The wedding was set on the Silavadee's private beach, and it was everything you imagine for a beach wedding in Thailand. The party entered after the guests across a long, elevated boardwalk surrounded by that amazing blue water, coconut trees, and giant boulders. The ceremony faced the water and included a personalized song by friend Alwyn from Taipei, beautiful vows by the bride and groom (Emily's lasting a very long time of course), and a blending-of-sand ceremony (Emily and Jens each poured their own sand into one larger bottle - which was quite funny since the moist air had made the sand stick in their bottles – Ty joked that you do have to whack the bottle pretty hard to get the two to become one in marriage!).

(beach formal wear for the groomsmen)

Despite the beautiful location, the beautiful bridesmaids, the handsome groomsmen, etc, the real beauty of the wedding could have been anywhere – it was so exciting to see two wonderful people make a beautiful commitment, and knowing that all of us surrounding them would be part of walking that commitment out over their lifetimes.

(Emily and Jens listening to Alwyn's song)

(we got to throw rose petals over the couple as they left the ceremony)

After the ceremony, we were invited to toast the couple, sign the guest book, and even paint artwork, while the formal group photos occurred. In the midst of the formal photos, Emily, in her beautiful but tight and heavy (3-layered) satin and lace gown fainted – caught by several of her bridesmaids. It took a good half hour for her to come around completely – fortunately the pastor leads missions teams in humid climates and knew what to do, and one of the groomsmen was a nurse. I found the whole thing quite funny, knowing Emily (and weddings) enough to know she would be okay, and that this did not fit into her wedding itinerary she had sent out a week prior, scheduled in 5 minute increments! Sure enough, she was later glad I had taken pictures of her passed out, cold napkins around her neck on a beach recliner in her wedding dress!

(Em, it's bridzilla, not bridezombie!)

(a little A/C, a shorter dress, and some tropical fruit, and Em is ready for the party!)

The fainting spell and recovery period nixed any more photos, and the guests spent a lot time at the bar/lounge area while Emily recovered. She had a fantastic reception dress to change into that was a lot more comfortable, fortunately, and while we waited, we got to play “photo booth” at the bar. We were given small chalkboards to write a message or caption, and several props for making things creative. Ty posed as Jens catching me as Emily mid-faint. :)

The tropical drinks (lychee mojitos – yum!!) and lounge area (large outdoor couches with flowing silk drapes overhead) made the time enjoyable – we didn't seat for dinner until after 8, even though the ceremony began at 3pm. This also meant some of the heat died down and made dinner more enjoyable. The whole time people kept commenting on how great the weather was, and I was confused, as I was ridiculously hot and sweaty. It turns out this was because I had transformed into a lobster and my burnt skin was radiating heat into my clothes!

(sunburns starting to emerge!)

The reception was wonderful- full of toasts and stories, and more creative guest-involvement. We each had a Polaroid taken of us on the way into the wedding – then those pictures were attached to note cards with a number on them. The number represented the year's anniversary for which we would write a note on the card for Emily and Jens. Thus they would have memories from friends and family and their big day for each anniversary for the next 10 or so years. How creative!

We were seated with Pastor Jeff from Taipei, his wife Heather, and their adorable and agreeable through the night daughter Amelia. Heather was great fun and Jeff got us into some good deep theology talk. One-year old Amelia was a cute as can be. Apparently Jeff is always launching theology discussions, which is why Emily sat us together (she know I could handle it and would even enjoy it).

The food was delicious and the decorations were amazing – floating Japanese lanterns, green flower balls along the back wall clad in teak, gift bags filled with Thai snacks – salty, sweet, and nutty. In addition to crème brulee at dinner (one of my favorite desserts), there was wedding cake and an ice cream and candy bar filled with Emily’s favorite American sweets – which are mostly my favorites too! It was fun to be hanging on a cliff in the Bay of Thailand, in our wedding outfits, noshing on red vines, nerds, sour ropes, taffy and Reese's peanut butter cups! We finally made it home around 2 am, on the last shuttle out.

(goofing off with the wedding couple)

(we are so grateful we got to be a part of this day - look at how cute they are!!)

8/16 Monday: Beach Bums in Koh Samui

(no trace of the wedding, but plenty of room to relax!)

After a long night of trying not to roll over onto our sunburns, we had another enormous western breakfast at our hotel, overlooking the beautiful Lamai Bay and its aquamarine waters (and FF tourists). Then we headed up to Silavadee to join the wedding party for the day. The hotel allowed us to stay and use their facilities as part of our friend's wedding package – and the hotel is amazing! There are infinity pools everywhere, including a private one in Emily and Jens's enormous honeymoon suite (along with a private cabana, pre-loaded ipods and speakers, a beautiful room overlooking the ocean, a large bathroom with giant concrete soaking tub – an amazing suite!).

We spent most of the day down on the hotel's private beach where Emily had been married the day before. Today instead of wedding outfits, we wore bathing suits, playing in the water and lounging on the sand. The water was warm and quiet, and the scenery beautiful. It was a little cooler – although I had to wear a thin long sleeve shirt in the water to keep my scorched back from getting worse! We joked that I had taken to swimming like the natives, all covered up. Emily is nothing if not fun-loving, and it was great to spend a whole day with her and her friends (and Jens and his friends) just relaxing together. Emily and I have had very little time to just have fun together over the past 10 years since college – our visits have been a series of quick dinners or short overnight visits when she has been able to come back to California. It was also great to meet many of her friends from other places than Davis and spend time with them having fun. It didn't hurt that all of this was happening on a palm tree strewn private beach in paradise either!

Ty tried to snorkel again but the coral was dead here too, and again there were just a few species of fish to enjoy. We got to kayak a bit around the point adjacent to our beach, and saw schools of little silver fish which would leap out of the water together, like little flying fish all in a leaping school. Once in a while a larger fish would leap out of the air chasing them. They were beautiful to watch glinting in the sun and leaping in unison.

(wearing my protective shirt - no more sunburn for me!)

We also enjoyed the beautiful larger infinity pool that served the rest of the hotel, and overlooked both the ocean and the beach. It was surreal and beautiful, a wonderful day. We got to shower and clean up in Emily and Jens's cabana to save a trip back to our hotel, then went to dinner with the wedding party and couple's families in Chaweng. We had good Italian food at a very modern, beautiful restaurant – not what we were expecting to eat in Thailand! The menu was impressive for a tropical island, with pastas, pizzas, and classic Italian dishes like osso buco – I guess this is one of the perks of vacationing where the Europeans are the main target group!

We had good discussions about Europe, America, and the rest of the world with our new German friends. It is always amazing to realize how differently the rest of the world is educated and informed compared to the history and news we get at home. It seems that anyone from anywhere knows more about anyone from anywhere than Americans know about anyone anywhere! We were convicted to bone up on our geography and world news when we got home.

(really good pasta in Thailand??)

After dinner we split up – the guys went to a hotel where many in the wedding party were staying for beers on the beach, Ty gamely joining the Germans for the night. I joined the girls and Jens's mom for foot massages in town. It was fun to be girly with friends again, and of course our massages were great. Afterward the old married ladies (Emily, me, and Jens's mom) headed back to find the men at the hotel, while the young single ladies headed into town for more nightlife. It was fun to have Emily joining the wives's club with us instead of heading off into the singles world as she used to – although I think it was an interesting reality check for her.

(hanging out with the germans on the beach)

We spend some time on the beach with the Germans, Jens, and his dad, before heading back. It was a beautiful night and we go to see some tourists release the paper lanterns that are famous in Thailand over the bay. They were beautiful and I wished we could come for the yearly festival when hundreds of lanterns are released into the night sky – it must be amazing.

Although we had taken mini-buses into town, we didn’t schedule a return trip, and now had to find a songthaew to get us all home at 1am. We finally got one and stopped first as Silavadee to drop off the wedding party, then Ty and I continued on to Lamai Wanta. Our driver was very old and perhaps too old to be working. He couldn’t find out hotel and despite our knocking on the window to tell him to turn around, he decided to drive on to the next town to look for it. It was very later, we were getting a little sick from the diesel and tipsy driving, and we were concerned that the driver didn’t care to listen to our communication efforts. When he pulled down a dark side road between towns and stopped the car, I started to worry! Then a few meters down the dark road a car’s headlights turned on and I was sure that we were about to be mugged. It turned out to be a coincidence – the driver was finally consulting his map. He got us back to downtown Lamai and we jumped at out at the closest landmark we recognized, and walked the rest of the way home on foot. Again, we passed the sad, empty bars filled only with bartenders and the women they hire to attract and tend to customers. It just wasn’t busy enough to create the Vegas-style nightlife they were hoping to project with their loud music and flashing neon lights. We made it back to our hotel and crashed happily into our giant bed.

(our giant bed!)

8/17 Tuesday: Back to the Mainland

We slept late after our long night in Chaweng, and let ourselves enjoy the big fluffy bed since tonite we will be sleeping on a train. We had a late breakfast and on the way back stopped to check with the desk for the protocol of getting to the ferry on time. It turns out my estimate of needing to leave on the 5pm ferry was wrong- that ferry was headed from the mainland to the island, and we needed the opposite direction! We then had to hustle to be ready and say good bye to our friends in the next town by 1:30 pm instead of 4:30 pm. We packed quickly enough to have just enough time to get a taxi out to Silavadee to say goodbye and take a few last pictures. We didn't get to see everyone we had met but did find Emily and Jens in time. We can't wait until spring 2011 when they will be in California again.

(saying goodbye to a dear friend)

We got a really decent rate on the taxi from Lamia Wanta to Silavadee and back down to the ferry town of Nathon. This made me feel better since we'd had such horrible rates so far on the island. When we got to Nathon, after much diffculty finding help, we established that the fast ferry (2. 5 hours directly to Surat Thani, the mainland town where our train was leaving from), did not exist at this time as the petrol prices were too high to justify running it. Instead we could take the cheaper but longer slow ferry and bus combination, which was leaving in 20 minutes. We paid a ridiculous mark up on tickets since we didn't have time to navigate the system, then trotted onto the ferry just before it left. Again, when you have an agenda, you have to pay for it in Thailand! However, the slow ferry/bus combo even with markup was just 100 baht more than we had anticipated paying for the express ferry – so it was fine for our budgets, just not our pride.

The ferry ride was beautiful and smooth – although crowded and hot. We never got very comfortable inside or out, but enjoyed the views.. Some touring Chinese students with their very stylish and overly hot outfits made us laugh. The ferry was almost exactly a smaller version of one we rode to the San Juan Islands last fall, and brought back some good memories.

(we're on a boat...)


(if you're on the shore, then you're sho' not Ty....)

The water was amazing, an unreal teal/aqua/blue-green color. It was so vivid it was hard to believe it was real. We saw beautiful islands, and approaching the mainland near Don Sak we were surprised at the lush beauty there. We had read that this area was not worth visiting - but looks were sure deceiving!


(island and long tail boat)

(Arriving at the port town of Don Sak near Surat Thani)

But we had a dreaded bus ride ahead – the one form of public transit I had been avoiding, for my poor stomach's sake. It turned out just fine- the bus was a bit warm and old (with very 80's pink satin curtains on the windows) but rode smoothly and had minimal diesel smells. The bus ride up from Donsuk was fantastically beautiful – combining the jungles of the north with the palms of the south. There was a long and unexplained stop at one station (which appeared to be a store front, so we were quite confused) but we arrived on time, which in fact left us with 3 hours to kill in the very functional but uninteresting Surat Thani.

(our luxe bus ride - lots of tourists here but don't be fooled, they are all European.)

We checked our bags into a safe room at the train station (thank god, as we are up to 7 bags now!), and with just our valuables in our carryons, set out to kill some time. The beautiful island weather did not follow us back - it was quite humid and sticky. The station was tiny and uninteresting, so we spent about an hour at the local night market, which had fantastic street food (pork skewer, squid skewer – we ditched the gooey innards and just ate the skin and tentacles, crepes filled with hot dogs and sweet dessert fillings, tiny sushi rolls, and pork buns). We got stuck in a very long and heavy rain, and after waiting it out on a covered porch for street food dinner, we decided to make a run for it as the rain had barely let up.

(all the meat on a stick you could want!)

(or, you can take a bag of soup home instead!)

(note the pouring rain behind the grilled squid!)

Normally we didn't mind a good soaking, but tonite we had all of our electronics (cameras, laptops, chargers), and our passports, train ticket, and overnight clothes with us. Ty found us some cheap plastic ponchos (we looked like giant condoms running around with our backpacks underneath and our plastic hoods perched over our heads – which set me into a fit of giggles when I realized it) and decided to save our shoes and run barefoot the 6 or blocks back to the stations. I think we actually turned some thai heads at the station showing up bearfoot and sitting down to clean our feet and put our shoes back on, dripping wet and laughing!

Frustratingly, we still had 1+ hours to wait, and although our train was on time, two prior train were delayed and the tiny station was packed with waiting passengers. It was still raining and the night became very long and bothersome as the humidity picked back up. But, I am happy to say, the station had fantastically clean and large bathrooms for 3 baht, and good roofs overhead.

Sadly, I finally encountered an aspect of the sex tourism that got me – two men my age taking their new thai girlfriends on a train trip, constantly cuddling and kissing in this very reserved society. Something about their age got to me- I always think our generation would have outgrown the mistakes of our parents, but no, we are just as sad and desperate and broken. Fortunately, the train showed up just as I was feeling really horrible, and we lost the couples in the boarding rush.

We are now sitting on a train chugging along through the dark, drinking Chang beers in our own first class berth. The beds are already set up for the night, and we will be in our tiny closet of a room with all of our luggage (7 bags, remember), for the next 10 hours. Most of it we will be sleeping, and the beds are comfy and pretty big given the space. It is really quaint despite the 70's functional aesthetic (later Ty saw the train was built in 1996!), and we have good beer and surprisingly cheap and tasty food brought to us by a very kind attendant. It's all starting to feel like the good kind of adventure, after a long day of connections and unrewarding down time.

(Ty after the long wait for the train, before the giant Chang and extra dinner.)

8/18 Wednesday: Travel to Ayuttaya (Ty and Juliana)

Travel To Ayutthaya (by Ty):
We took the night train from Surat Thani to Bangkok, then an ordinary train from Bangkok to Ayuttaya. The night train was pretty awesome. We had a first class sleeper car, which came with room service. So as soon as we started moving, we were asked if we wanted anything to drink. After hanging out in the train station for a few hours, a beer sounded pretty irresistible. A few minutes later the friendly waiter returns with two giant Chang beers. I was still a little hungry after our street food dinner, so we also ordered a dinner plate for 150 baht (about $5)! To our surprise, the dinner was pretty good for B150. Since dinner was good, we also decided to order the breakfast in the morning. Breakfast would be at 7 am, which Ithought would be plenty late since I wasnt expecting to sleep very well. However, I slept pretty darn well. Maybe it was the extra dinner and oversize Chang beer...

An interesting note about train food is that they wrapped it in plastic wrap so that it wouldn't spill - even the orange "juice”, which tasted nothing like the delicious juice on Koh Samui, but rather like really salty Tang.

(train breakfast and salty OJ)

Train bathrooms (in first class) are also showers. I don't know how you would be able to take your clothes off though in that tiny space, or where you would store your clean clothes while showering. The bathroom was dripping wet on all walls and the ceiling, so apparently someone had pulled off the contortionist trick.

The train trip from Bangkok to Ayuttaya, however, was not so pleasurable. We bought tickets for the next available train heading North to Ayuttaya. We didnt mind that it was an “ordinary” train, with only 3rd class seats (i.e. no air conditioning). We figured it was just a couple hours in the humidity. However, what we didnt count was that over half of the two hour trip was either sitting still, or moving very slowly, which means there was little to no breeze in the cabin!

(before we realized how many stops there are inside the city of Bangkok, before we actually head up to Ayutthaya)

We sat next to a very nice guy from Japan. We had brought some snacks on the train, and he happily accepted our offer to share with him. Either he was hungry, or felt obligated to accept our offer and thank us mightily, or both. I also offered some snacks to a presumably Thai guy who sat down next to me later in the trip, and he declined my offer. Maybe he was vegetarian...

Another highlight of the trip up to Ayuttaya was finally spotting what appeared to be a water or wastewater treatment plant. I saw some structures that could have been aeration basins, some geodesic domes that could have been digesters, and a building labeled “Backwash Pump Station”. I snapped a couple pics out our train window, satisfied that we can most likely check off Scott's scavenger hunt photo request.

(Thai waste water treatment plant)

Wednesday, 8/18 (by Juliana)

This was our first trying day. I hadn't slept well on the overnight train – although it was very comfy. A combination of stomach woes and sunburn made it so that I could doze but never really sleep deeply. The morning came way too fast, and with it a not-delicious attempt at western breakfast – unlike dinner the night before, this was not a good deal! We didn't see much of the countryside as we were already close to Bangkok and falling over each other trying to get dressed, brush teeth, and pack up before we reached the station. I still think the overnight train was a great experience – it just didn't fit what my body needed for this particular day.

(views from the tracks coming into Bangkok)

(what is it about transportation infrastructure that makes kids want to graffiti?)

We spent an hour at Bangkok's station, which reminded me of the Harry Potter scenes (no 47 and a half station or whatever it was though). No comforting western breakfast today - the station only had junk food for sale to supplement our odd train breakfast.

(Bangkok train station)

Our train to Ayutthaya was 3rd class with fans, which our first class attendant assured us was what we wanted. 2 hours later in the steaming heat, and crowded seats, with food and soda vendors yelling at us every 30 seconds (I began to hate the word “kah.....” which is how women end their sentences, especially for questions or propositions, such as “do you want my meat on a stick, kah.....” - all of that in Thai of course so you don't recognize anything but kah.... every 30 seconds!), I wondered how that attendant though this was a good transition for us. Also, I had taken a second scopase for motion sickness and since it hadn't been a full 24 hours since my last one, I was hit pretty hard with the dopey sleepiness side effect- but sitting next to strangers on a wooden bench made it really hard to sleep. Poor Ty didn't get much conversation out of me, but I do think he took funny pictures of me sleeping. we had a very kind japanese tourist aruond our age sitting with us- but we were both to tired to chat him up much. Ty shared street food with him, and he is somewhere in Ayutthaya now as well, so hopefully we can cross paths again and have a better conversation.

(this is your wife on drugs - sleep-inducing anti-motion sickness drugs, to be specific!)

We also struggled with our 7 bags on the 3rd class train. There was just no room, and passing between cars inevitably got me stuck with a backpack trapped in a doorway. I finally stuffed some smaller bags inside of larger ones – what we should have done before departing our first class cabin. Lesson learned!

(tiny doorways+lots of people+moving train+humid = argh!)

Our lodging in Ayutthaya (Luang Chumni Village Guest House) is wonderfully charming – an old teak house converted to a guest house, with a tiny verdant moat around it, tall-ceiling rooms, a large bathroom (downstairs but private), great AC and a most unique door: you step up to the doors, push them open into the room, then down into the room and close them behind you. Something like a 3 foot tall threshold, but it feels like being in a secret room or a treehouse.

(hooray for lodging! check out our cool room entrance!)

The people here are very kind and helpful, especially compared to Koh Samui (polite but strictly business staff there). However, while our hosts speak wonderful english, no one else in Ayutthaya seems to. My guess is that since everyone comes here on day trips in large buses, there is minimal interaction other than with the guides, on both sides. This made our afternoon touring quite unproductive. Still tired and a bit loopy, feeing grungy from the train, and wondering if we'd wasted time traveling up here to be given the run around, I started to have a meltdown – my first for the trip, and hopefully only!

(our cute guest house lobby)

Our host suggested we wait to see the ancient wats until tomorrow, so we could rent bikes and get started in the cool of the morning. It was so hot and sticky, we decided to go to the aquarium for a/c and minimal effort on our part. Except, the aquarium doesn't exist, per our host. It turns out it does but its around 45 minutes away. He suggested a history museum of the area instead – we agreed.

It turned out to be quite expensive, very small, lacking interesting artifacts, and void of English translations for the ones that were there. There was also no A/C – all the rooms were open to the humid air outside. Since it was a complex, we still had to wander between buildings in the afternoon rain, although it was nothing near to the monsoons we were getting used to waiting for (or running through).

(interesting buildings but they are mostly empty inside!)

At the top of one of the buildings, a 4-story tower with wild staircases, we got wonderful views of the city that made up for the lackluster collections. We could see the tops of the famous ruins, the large river, old and new buildings and temples, and tons of trees. It was beautiful!

(observation tower made it worthwhile)

(views from the tower, including the awesome ruins we are here to see in the background!)

(view from inside the tower)

Next we tried to get a tuk tuk to take us to the elephant villaged and floating market nearby. After taking a very high fee based on poor communication and a general lack of tuk tuks interested in tourists (we were glad to get anyone at that point!), we realized that the “floating village” was a Universal Studios style set for tour groups.

(this "floating village" looks more like a sushi boat buffet!)

Perfectly manicured, filled with shops and fake little boats selling one or two gimmicky gifts, the entire place could only have been a few years old. It was as inauthentic as you could find, and crawling with giant Chinese tour groups of all ages, all in matching clothes and clogging the walkways taking group pictures. This was about when I started to loose it – remember this is the tail end of a very long trip! The real floating market had been one of the sights we couldn’t fit into our trip, and I was really excited to find one.


(The sign is off in more ways than one!)

In addition to that let down, the elephant village was near by and those poor creatures were not treated nearly as well as the ones we had visited in the hills – these lived in town, surrounded by loud buses and tourists all day. It was heartbreaking. We got the tuk tuk driver to get us home after several attempts (apparently she wasn't familiar with the old part of town we were staying in), and paid her for the full hour we asked her to remain for us, even though we ran through the fake village in under half an hour. Walking to dinner, the effects of little sleep and even less food over the last 2 days took over, and I was the grumpiest girl in Thailand. I tried to just keep my mouth shut, and Ty tried not to laugh at me. He was very patient.

Then, as can happen on vacation, everything turned around in a moment. We were walking down a trash-littered street (Ayutthaya is much dirtier than Chiang Mai – we think because there are at least 3 giant boarding schools filled with students who drop their snack and lunch waste wherever they finish eating). Something moving caught my eye adjacent to a park with a large pond – I thought it was an alligator. Turns out it was a monitor lizard (they look like small komodo dragons), about 3 feet long and trapped on our side of the fence. Awesome!

(monitor lizard!!!!)

It took him several feet and 2 funny attempts through too-small holes before he could find his way back onto the park/pond side of the fence. By this time we were across the street from our restaurant, and I was happy again

Dinner was fantastic – mild and somewhat familiar Thai food (California Thai restaurants mostly serve southern style food, which includes the region we are in) that was the first meal my stomach didn't churn over (including western ones) for this trip. We were right on the river's edge, watching the rain and clouds move across the city and old teak boats (gussied up for tourist dinner cruises) plying the Chao Phraya river. We got all of the effects of the river cruise without the high fees. By the time we walked home, the sun had come out and begun a beautiful sunset on the river, and the rain had stopped. We stocked up on water and chocolate at the 7-11 near the hotel, and are now having some comfort food to end the night before bedtime at 8:30 pm. I can't wait to sleep! We also both admitted that we are getting a little homesick and looking forward to the end of the trip. Hopefully that's just the side effect of our long day of disappointments, and perhaps the stress of learning about a new city. If not, there's only 5 days left!

(view of the river from our dinner restaurant. We ate the same food as these guys, but without the touristy boat ride)