Thai Massage And So Much More

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As we approached the half way point of our journey, we had grown tired of hoisting up our backpacks every few days. We thought it would be nice to "chill out" for a little while and heard many nice stories about Chiang Mai, our next destination. That being said, upon our arrival in Chiang Mai, we immediately booked ourselves on a two-day trek into the mountains and through some ethnic villages. We departed the next morning.

Our trek began with a quick stop at an orchid/butterfly farm where we saw how orchids are harvested for sale in the local markets. The orchid is the unofficial national flower of Thailand and can be purchased for almost nothing.

After lunch, we began trekking through the mountains and made stops at a large cave and a local village. We were treated with tea served in bamboo cups. We liked the concept so much that we purchased a couple of those cups as souvenirs. We continued trekking for a few more hours before reaching our camp for the evening and celebrating with a cold shower. Everyone gathered around the campfire to stay warm and tell travel stories before going to bed.

That night may have been the coldest one we have ever endured. We slept in a wooden house on stilts. The room contained thin mattresses, each with its own mosquito next. We were given thin dirty blankets to cover up with, but they did not sustain the heat we needed. When you have a chance, make sure to ask Sharon about the kitty cat that decided to snuggled up with her. In the end, we were glad we'd signed up for only a one-night trek, while the majority of our fellow travellers signed up for two nights.

The next morning, we arrived at an elephant camp where each couple climbed up onto an elephant for a one-hour ride through the forest. The highlight of this particular walk was seeing the baby elephant, no more than six months old, follow alongside his parent's side. Our afternoon adventures were not over yet. We got to ride in a bamboo raft (see below) and then had a small taste of whitewater rafting (very fun!).

Our next stop was at the village of the Long Neck Karen. This is probably the most photographed hilltribe in all of Thailand and for good reason. Some of the women wear brass rings around their neck. There is a tale that explains the origin of this tradition. During the Golden Age, the Paduang tribal people were attacked by tigers. They were bitten at the neck and killed. The tribal leader was a sorceress who made sacrifices to wild spirits and declared that from then on, tribal girls and unmarried women must wear neck rings to avoid back luck. The rings consist of two sets. The first set sits on the wearer's shoulders. The second set is then set on top of the first set, but a pillow is inserted underneath it as a cushion under the chin. The two sets are then bolted together, although they can be separated for cleaning.

Traditionally, girls begin wearing the neck rings at age 5. Every three years, another three rings are added until the girl either turns 25 or gets married. The record for neck rings is 25 loops weighing just under 18 pounds. Today, neck rings are worn as a sign of beauty. More recently, wrist and leg rings have also become popular. Despite the rings worn and the name they've been given, the Paduan tribal people do not really have longer necks than other people. In fact, the rings' heavy weight pushes down on their chest making the neck look elongated.

While at this village, we also saw a woman with a big ear lobe. To obtain this effect, women place big loops inside the ear lobe in the hope they will have a long life.

Our final stop on the trip was at a nearby river where we hiked upstream for about 10 minutes until we arrived at a small pool with a waterfall. Although the water was cold, we jumped in anyways to refresh ourselves from a long couple of days of adventure.

After all the fun we had, we were back in town and ready to explore. From the very start, we knew we wanted to learn Thai cooking. We found a nice cooking school and signed up for the following day. We arrived first thing in the morning, were taken to the local market and instructed there about the ingredients we would later use. At the school, we were given a choice of seven dishes to make. Each person could select different dishes, but you could taste from everybody's dish afterwards.

The first step was to chop up everything. We then walked over the the cooking station where each of us was given a wok, some condiments, and our chopped ingredients, and before you knew it - viola - we had made papaya salad, tom yum soup, pad thai, sweet and sour tofu and vegetables, red and green curry, and sticky rice with mango. It was fun not only to make the food, but we then got to hang out and eat it all. We recommend this experience to those of you going to Thailand!

Chiang Mai is also well-known for its massage schools. Many foreigners come here to learn how to administer Thai massage. After shopping around for a reputable school, we decided on a five-day course at Nerve-Touch Massage School. Each day, we'd wake up early, arrive at our class with our book in hand, and learn about twenty new steps of the school's techniques. After breaking for lunch, we'd spend the rest of the day practicing on each other.

On the fourth day, we learned how to prepare an herbal compress, which can be used to enhance the effects of the massage by applying heat and herbal properties to the body's most problematic areas. We're now ready for business!

This is our teacher's demonstration:

Many people love Chiang Mai because it is a spiritual city filled with dozens of temples. At several of the temples, there are monks who encourage people to stop by to speak to them about all matters. One day, we spent a good two hours at the Chedi Luang temple speaking with two monks to learn more about their lifestyle and responsibilities. They were equally intrigued by us.

Despite its population of more than one million people, Chiang Mai is actually quite an interesting place for tourists. There are dozens of international restaurants, guest houses, and interesting shops of all kinds. Each evening there is a night market which caters to tourists. Every weekend there are special markets that tend to attract mostly locals. In addition, Chiang Mai is relatively inexpensive compared to the rest of Thailand. It was a memorable visit.

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Golden Triangle

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Chiang Rai is a cute little town with an exceptional night market, food stalls, and simply an authentic feel to the place. We imagine it is similar to how Chiang Mai was once upon a time before it became so commercialized. Although we had just arrived, the next morning we got on a bus going back towards the border as we wanted to visit the Golden Triangle. It is the point where the three countries -- Thailand, Laos, and Burma -- meet and where not so long ago there was a strong opium trade.

The bus dropped us off in Chang Saen and from there we had to take a minibus to the Golden Triangle. Before leaving Chang Saen, we confirmed the times of the minibus' return as we had to catch the bus back to Chiang Rai. We were assured the minibus comes around every hour until 4pm. This was important to us as some Australian tourists we came across in Laos told us about tourists being scammed by local taxi drivers who claimed there were no more minibuses.

The area of the Golden Triangle boasts two opium museums. The first is a small homey museum that speaks partially about opium and partially about the hilltribes. The second is the one usually avoided by backpackers for its heavy duty admission price (around $10 per person). We started off with the first.

The history of opium is quite interesting. We found out that although the original discovery sight of opium remains unknown, it was used as early as 1000 BC by the Greeks, Romans, Persians, and Egyptians. Its name means "fruit juice" and this plant was used for its medicinal qualities in the Mediterranean region to treat a variety of diseases.

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Around approximately 356-323 BC, Alexander the Great brought opium to both China and India. Years later, England monopolized the opium trade in China (but we'll get to that later). At the end of the 19th century and beginning of the 20th century, some hill tribes who moved from China to the three countries of the Golden Triangle brought opium with them. The rest is history.

The second museum is a multimedia extravaganza complete with flat panel televisions, surround sound, a brief film shown in a fancy auditorium, and other audiovisual displays. It was financed by the Queen of Thailand in a public effort to demonstrate the country's dedication to ridding itself of its troubled past with international drug trade.

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Here's a bit of history that starts with opium and goes on a bit of a tangent:

China's silk and spices were in high demand in the West, so Britain began exchanging opium for these goods. However, as more and more Chinese became addicted to the drug, the Emperor of China tried to ban it from the country. This brought on the Opium Wars.

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England was not about to give in, especially as Anna, the Duchess of Bedford, made afternoon tea fashionable. As tea drinking became a more popular custom, England was more invested in increasing its import of tea. However, in the early 1800s it took over a year to ship tea to Britain from China. Thus, the British established the East India Company, monopolized the trade on tea, and began using faster vessels to speed the delivery along. Not only was the beverage popular, but so were the utensils it was served in. That started the import of fine china to England. Additionally, as the Duchess enjoyed drinking her tea with both milk and sugar, spoons were necessary. Consequently, fine silverware became part of tea culture. This also increased the demand for sugar from the New World and put increased importance on the Triangle trade (so called for its three components: slaves, sugar, and rum) in North America. The museum has a fancy website. Check it out for more information.

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Even though we had been told the minibus would be running until 4pm, when we returned to the pickup spot, all the taxi and motorcycle drivers told us the minibus was done for the day. We figured they were just trying to earn out business. There were supposed to be at least two more minibuses that day, so we waited around. When neither one showed up, we decided to negotiate with two motorcycle drivers to take us back to Chang Saen or risk missing the last bus to Chiang Rai. Within 20 seconds of getting on the motorbikes, Sharon spotted the minibus. We quickly jumped off and ran to it. We were relieved when we made our bus to Chiang Rai on time.
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One of the highlights of Chiang Rai is its lively and exciting night market. Dozens of vendors set up their stalls as well as a variety of food sellers with everything from pad thai to sushi to "mixed insects." We guess you really have to be in Thailand to appreciate the latter. We strolled through the aisles of handicrafts and picked up all sorts of goodies. Marc is especially eager to attend a formal event so he can wear his Thai silk tie covered with a zillion miniature elephants.

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Farewell to Laos

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When travelling through S.E. Asia, it is always wise to expect the unexpected and not be too discouraged when things don't go as planned. Many cities in this part of the world do not have bus stations in the center of town. Therefore, when you purchase a bus ticket, it often includes a pickup at your hotel. Sometimes this process can be painless, but at other times extremely painful. Even though we were picked up on time, it took nearly 90 minutes just to collect the remaining passengers and finally depart Luang Prabang. Add to this the extremely loud Laotian pop music blaring through the minivan speakers. Sometimes you just have to scratch your head and remind yourself - You're in Asia.

At this point in our trip, we were faced with the decision to take the slow boat up the Mekong River to the Thai border or visit a few more towns in Northern Laos. We chose the latter as we still had several days left on our visa and had enjoyed our stay thus far and were hungry for more. Our next stop was a small town in the mountains callled Nong Kiaew. The views were spectacular, but otherwise, the town had little to offer.

We walked about one hour outside of town to see Pathok Cave. During Lao's troubled past, this site was transformed into a hidden village complete with a hospital.

In the guidebook, we had read about a national park close to the town of Luang Nam Tha that offered visitors a wide variety of wildlife and tropical vegetation. This sounded great to us, and we headed there the following day. Unfortunately, there were no direct buses and we were forced to spend the night in Udom Xai, a small dusty town that sees many Chinese businessmen passing through. The book describes it as an ideal stopping point for truckers and not much more than that. For once, the book was right on. We did manage to find a sauna and spent the afternoon sweating with the locals.

When we finally arrived in Luang Nam Tha, we discovered that it is not possible to enter the national park without a guide. We shopped around for a guided trek, but realized the terrain would be difficult to climb and the prices were just as steep. We took the time to catch up on some internet and, of course, found time for one last sauna. There, we met a young local village woman who told us about her experience studying in the country's capital. Her yearly rental for an apartment in Vientienne cost her the equivalent of about $200, a steep sum for Laotians, which somehow she managed to pay.

It seemed as if our time in Laos was nearing its conclusion so we boarded a minibus to Huay Xai to cross the border into Thailand. We grabbed some pad thai to go as we had no idea what to expect on the other side of the border. We changed our remaining Kip into Thai Bat, passed through immigration, and jumped into a longtail boat for the 5-minute ride across the river. Lao will remain one of our favorite places to visit in S.E. Asia (if not for its disfunctional ATMs then for its charm, beauty, and down-to-earth nature).

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Elephants On Parade

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One of Lao's most famous eco-tourism adventures is called a Mahoot. It is a chance to get really close to one of mother nature's largest animals, the elephant. We signed up for a two-day, one-night mahoot in which we would ride the elephants, learn their commands, and bathe them.

On day one, they picked us up from our hotel and we drove for about a half hour outside the city to the elephant camp. Once there, we found our house on stilts which would be our "hotel room" for the night. On the beds were our blue denim uniforms for riding.

These uniforms help the elephants identify their masters. We wasted no time and walked over to the elephant encampment where they keep and feed the elephants. We introduced ourselves to a few friendly faces:

Our first experience riding on the elephants was on a wooden seat on the elephant's back. Each of us had our own elephant and guide with us. We learned that the elephants eat more than 200 pounds of food every day and spend about 18-20 hours eating. It was amazing to see the elephants pick up whole pineapples and stick them in their mouths to bite off the fruit and toss the green stems. They also can devour entire foot-long sections of sugarcane. Their bodies are covered with thick prickly black hair, but the skin behind their big flapping ears is nice and smooth. The elephants also have long eyelashes and they are constantly batting their eyes. Each of the elephants at this camp wears a bamboo bell around their neck, which produces a rhythmic song as they trod through the forest. Most of the elephants that tourists ride in S.E. Asia are females due to their more calm demeanor.

The next step was to get down and dirty. We rode directly on the neck of the elephant. At this point, we used the commands we learned in Lao to direct the animal in whichever way we needed. "Pai Pai" meant "go straight." "Pai Sai" was to let the elephant know he/she should walk left, while "Pai Qua" was to the right. After all this training, the elephants needed to cool down, so we rode to the river and helped give them a bath. The guides were all too thoughtful. They appeared at first to be eagerly splashing the elephants, but were in reality trying their hardest to get us all wet. Despite this, we had a great time as evidenced by this video:

To cap off the day, our guide took us down to the edge of a river where we climbed aboard a long-tail boat and went upstream a couple of miles. From there we floated downstream atop innertubes and watched the world go by.

After a long day of riding elephants and tubing down the river, it was time for a refreshing cold shower in our outdoor bathroom in the back of our wooden house. While it was enclosed to shut peeping eyes out, we could shower under the clear blue skies. We left our denims to dry on the porch and went off to dine alfresco on some excellent vegetarian curry, vegetables, and rice. In the mix of vegetables, we found an elephant-shaped mushroom, which seemed pleasantly appropriate at the time.

We then returned to our cabin for some well-deserved sleep, knowing we'd be up early to once again bathe the elephants.

The next morning, other than it being early and very cold, we had to dress back in our uniforms. However, as it was cold the day before, they had not dried. So there we were at 6:30am in our wet denim suits going to ride the elephants into the river for their morning bath. The sun eventually came up and we dried off and warmed up.

Finally, it was time to say goodbye to our new friends and head off to see one of Lao's many waterfalls. We returned to the longtail boat and sped up the river to swim under the falls. In contrast to the previous falls we visited, these falls were much smaller, but you could get right underneath them for a nice head massage. Our guide was an excellent photographer for us while we got wet and helped us document our adventure.

Once back in town, we decided to return to our favorite sauna. We steamed for a couple of hours and then got pampered further with an oil massage. To cap off the night, we ate dinner at a Lao BBQ restaurant that served "falang-sized" portions. Falang is a term used by the locals to describe any foreigner. It comes from the Lao word for French people. Thus, our extra-large portion was more than you would normally find in a local Laotian restaurant. Despite our waiter's insistence that we get a portion big enough for 2, we ordered the dish for one. The waiter brought out a small habachi-like BBQ to the table where we cooked our food before our very eyes.

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City of Monks

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In order not to repeat our bus fiasco with the Frenchies, we decided to go directly to the bus station in the morning. We boarded the first minibus and got seats right up in the front. Seven hours later, our bumpy butts arrived in one of the most magical places we had yet to see.

Throughout our trip, we had heard many amazing stories about Luang Prabang. People described it as a very special place and we were pleased to finally be there. One thing we did not expect was the extraordinarily high prices for guest houses. We walked the streets for a couple of hours making inquiries and were blown away when guest house owners quoted us prices of $30 or more. Finally, after covering almost the entire city, we found something in our price range.

The city of Luang Prabang provides many excellent opportunities for tourists to spend their money. Whether it's booking a tour, a guest house, restaurants, or shopping at the beautiful night market, there are endless ways to part with your kip. Unfortunately, the city only has one ATM machine, which was broken during our first several days there. As a result, we had to live off of our remaining $20 worth of kip. Having no other choice, we ate dinner at the night market. We found a lovely booth that served all vegetarian food for the equivalent of 60 cents. It was a plateful of delicious vegetables that had us coming back even after we managed to take money out of the ATM.

For the next several days, we wandered the streets viewing the endless number of Buddhist temples and shrines, as well as the Royal Palace and the National Museum. We even woke up before sunrise to watch the endless parade of saffron-clad monks walking the streets barefoot with metal bowls in hand. They came to collect generous food donations (i.e., sticky rice) from local citizens. This was quite a site to see:

One activity that most foreign visitors probably fail to discover is the Laotian affinity for steam rooms. During our urban journey, we stumbled upon the Happy Herbal Steam Spa. For the equivalent of $1 per person, we were able to wrap ourselves in piece of cloth and enter a small wooden room with a fire burning underneath. The room filled with steam as well as a variety of different Lao people. Upon exiting into the chilly air, we were greeted by our smiling hostess who provided us with hot cups of herbal tea. We continued in and out of the steam room for the next two hours, each time with a new cup of tea. In other words, it's an all-you-can-steam-and-tea for a buck.

Luang Prabang has two noteworthy waterfalls nearby. We had the privilege of visiting them both. The first one, Kouang Si, is about a one-hour drive from the city. When you arrive, there is a small sanctuary sheltering several endangered bears. From there, there are trails on either side of the river leading up to several waterfalls and swimming areas. Although the water was really cold, it was a great way to cool down in the hot afternoon sun.

When we returned from the waterfall, we discovered that the ATM was finally working and providing money to the hordes of tourists waiting for its bounty. Happy days were here again. We took our fists fulls of kip and walked over to the offices of All Lao Excursions. We signed up for a 2-day elephant extravaganza called a mahout. According to the brochure, we would spend the next two days riding elephants, learning the elephant commands, bathing the elephants, and anything else associated with these wonderous creatures. We were giddy with anticipation, but you'll have to read the next blog entry to hear all about it.

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'Friends' City

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Vang Vieng is a small riverside town about halfway between Vientienne and Luang Prabang in the rolling hills of Laos. Its handful of streets are packed with guest houses, t-shirt shops, and restaurants. Western faces outnumber Asian faces by an astronomical number. All that being said, it is also the center of all adventure and eco-tourism in Laos.

After we dropped off our bags at the guest house, we began wandering around town. To our dismay, every other restaurant had large screen televisions playing episodes of "Friends," the popular 90's sitcom. On the bright side, we did discover a handful of restaurants that were serving Middle-Eastern cuisine, including falafel, sabich, and shakshuka. In addition to the food, signs in Hebrew were posted by previous Israeli travellers on almost every restaurant claiming to have Lao's best Israeli food.

The most popular activity in this town, bar none, is tubing down the river in giant tractor innertubes. The reason for this "sport's" popularity is because bars have been set up along the river, allowing tubers to climb up for a few drinks. In addition to the bucket sized cocktails, tubers are also invited to try "happy" shakes, brownies, and pizza. In our experience, it was a mix between MTV beachparty and a rowdy fraternity happening. Despite our relatively "old" age, we enjoyed ourselves, particularly as spectators of extremely wasted travellers swinging like monkies and jumping into the river. We also enjoyed flying through the air on the zip lines and sliding down the flumes into the river while throngs of onlookers cheered and yelled. The techno beats and hip hop were certainly not our choice of music, but we bounced along with smiles on our faces. As the day went on and we realized it was time to float downstream back to town, Marc was particularly happy that the DJ started playing a Pearl Jam song as we pushed off from the last riverside bar.

Notice how the football misses the swinger:

More fun:

The next day, we met someone who had gone tubing two days in a row. In his words, "it's fun for a day, but a big mistake to go a second time around. It's the same music and same drunk people everywhere you go."

On our second day in Vang Vieng, we signed up for a full day of rock climbing. We all jumped into the back of a pickup truck and sped off to get our equipment before heading to the rocks. Sharon had never climbed outdoors before and Marc hadn't climbed outdoors since his vision loss. Needless to say, the rock climbing guide was a bit nervous about sending a blind guy up an 18-meter high rock face.

The morning started with a safety lesson and rope tying instruction. It was then time to climb the rocks. For the rest of the day, all of us took turns climbing various routes on the walls while our instructor pointed out the hand- and foot-holds on the rocks. At the end of a long, tiring day, the instructor expressed his amazement at Marc's ability to climb and felt proud to have had the experience of leading a blind man up the walls. Most people might think of rock climbing as a poor choice for a hobby for blind people. Despite this, Marc thinks that it is probably one of the best sports to participate in for people with vision loss. You don't really need sight; rather, you need mental toughness. One can just use hands and feet to scan the wall to find the holes. It may require a bit more energy than it does for other climbers, but this is easily overcome with some determination. One positive note is that Marc can't look down and be frightened by his distance from the ground.

Our exclusive look at Marc's climbing skills:

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Payback's A B*tch!

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As is customary in SE Asia, we were picked up from our guest house in a minivan to be transferred to a larger bus. Since bus companies in Laos do not assign seats, when we arrived at the bus terminal, Sharon ran onto the bus and placed our backpacks down on two seats. Marc waited outside and the two of us made sure our bigger luggage made it from the minivan to the big bus.

As we boarded the bus, we found our backpacks on the floor of the aisle and a middle-aged couple sitting in our seats. All other seats seemed to be taken. We told the Frenchies that those were our seats and that our packs were already on them. They claimed not to speak English because they were French. The conversation really began heating up when a Laotian woman jumped up in their defense, claiming that there are no assigned seats. The woman kept talking to the French couple, so we assumed she must have been their tour guide. Since the couple refused to move and the other passengers were keeping silent, we picked up our bags and moved to the back of the bus, but could not find two seats together. Apparently, the bus had been oversold and if not for the generosity of the happy-go-lucky drinking Russians, Sharon would have been sitting on the floor. What the French couple failed to realize was that what comes around goes around.

About half way through the 4-hour trip, the bus stopped to allow passengers a bathroom break. Everyone left the bus except for us. We moved to our original seats, lifted up the Frenchies' coats (which were left there to reserve their spots), and deposited them onto the floor. As passengers returned to the bus, Sharon noticed their smiling faces and overheard their positive remarks about us reclaiming our rightful seats. The French couple were among the last ones onboard. They realized what had happened upon their return, and instead of arguing with us, took their newly purchased bottle of water, released the cap, and poured some of the contents on our heads. As they headed to the back to look for seats, a brawl erupted amongst the other passengers because the Laotian tour guide lady was pacing up and down the aisle and making a scene. But soon enough things settled down and we were on our way. The two of us sat in our seats with big smiles on our faces looking forward to the next few days in Vang Vieng.