Bo Sang, a village outside Chiang Mai, is the umbrella-making capital of Thailand.
A Fistful of Dollars
17 Sep
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Our favoured local, back in Rantepao in the Tana Toraja, was the hangout of the local Guides Association, a Teamsteresque conglomerate of the most amiable rogues since Dick Van Dyke.
Sporting various permutations of Aviators, moustaches, long hair, cropped hair and funeral sarongs as night-time outerwear, the chaps spent most of their time out back smoking clove cigarettes, drinking Bintang beer and swapping stacks over rupiah a card game not dissimilar to shithead.
We liked them a lot.
Didn’t play cards with them, mind.
I mean, that would have been just stupid. Continue reading
Eight Months, Seven Countries
24 Aug
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As Z and I enter our eighth month of continuous travel, here’s one amazing thing we’ve done in each month of the year.
January: Making the Leap!
I’d been a home owner for almost a decade when we left in January. Working constantly for longer than that. Between us, Z and I had accumulated piles upon piles of, well, crap. Sifting through it was like sifting through past lives, wondering what this next phase would bring, what would happen when we stepped off the plane with packs on our backs, an odd mixture of anticipation, excitement and, yes, I guess, grieving, too. Continue reading
Zorb Balls and Sky Coasters
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Thinking of taking the kids to Thailand this year?
One of the huge benefits of the general nervousness right now is the instant availability of fun of all kinds. With close to zero queues.
Over the last couple of weeks, junior and I have enjoyed a championship minigolf course all to ourselves. We’ve had back-to-back goes on rollercoasters at a nearly deserted theme park. And sir has continued his adventures in extreme sports.
Such as zorbing (or xorbing) — pictured above — an activity which has now taken the place of zipwiring in sir’s ever-changingl canon of “most fun ever“. Continue reading
“Mum! FEET!!!”
30 Jun[tweetmeme source=”@mummy_t” only_single=false]It is amazing how fast children adapt to and internalise the conventions, taboos, the social norms and etiquette of another culture.
And not just by eating crickets, as the nine year old is doing in his charming self-portrait below.
We are in Thailand right now. An etiquette minefield. One moment one is torn between sheer admiration for the enviable phsyique of the hot young thing who has popped into chat to the novice monks of Wat Suan Dok wearing tight white spaghetti vest top, denim hotpants and no bra (honestly, none required), and a sense of unappealing smugness at having remembered to cover one’s own, perhaps rather less, erm, enlightening, shoulders, legs, et al.
The next, one is innocuously sat in a tuk-tuk, those cutesy petrol-powered three-wheelers that are so emblematic of swathes of Asia that miniature versions sell in night markets from Chiang Mai to Kandy, when one’s spawn taps one irritably on the thigh and adjures, sternly, “Mum!!!! FEET!!!” Continue reading
At the Orphanage
28 Jun[tweetmeme source=”@mummy_t” only_single=false]Our first volunteering stint as a family brought us to Baan Kingkaew orphanage, a home for orphaned children aged from three months to six years old.
I’d wondered before whether spending an afternoon playing with young children could be meaningful. Could in any way improve these little ones’ lives.
And, yes. Something as easy as arranging a visit, bringing plasticine, paper and art materials, toting tearful children around on one’s hip and doling out the physical affection which orphaned three and four year olds crave so intensely did, I think, help a little.
Sweet Charity? On Volunteering
26 JunIt wasn’t the extended families cooking on open fires in the grounds, the babies too weak to cry, or even the emaciated woman hawking bloody sputum onto the floor beside my bed that did it.
Nor was it an operating theatre that would have had Florence Nightingale reaching for the ether, through which I ventured on an all-too regular basis to the surgeons’ bathroom. (Kind of them to share. But still…)
It was the kid from the Peace Corps. And, of course, he was trying to help. Continue reading
Elephant Artists
25 Jun
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Elephant artists? Now, that’s something you don’t see every day.
The painting pachyderms of Maesa Camp work with an incredible concentration… Continue reading
Seeing the Light
24 JunIt puts the sombre stained glass gloom of European cathedrals to shame. Continue reading
A Tiger Petting Zoo
22 Jun
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A petting zoo — with tigers? Truly, only in South-East Asia. But few children would pass up the chance to pet and stroke a real, live, furry tiger cub… Continue reading