My Really-Sick Peace Corps story explained why I wasn’t able to blog for a few weeks. This blog will explain why I won’t be in the next 12 days or so.
I’m going on vacation back to Chiang Mai. I’ve had to explain to numerous office workers that, no, my trip to Bangkok was not a vacation. I was very sick and then I had to attend Peace Corps meetings. That was not a vacation. This is. I’ll be there for Songkran, the Thai new year in which everyone throws water on each other in celebration. It’s kind of a cleansing of sins sort of thing to prepare for the new year. They don’t exclude white people so I expect to return to my guesthouse most days looking like I just got off the flume at Valleyfair.
Places like Surin, Ubon Ratchathani, Korat and Khon Kaen are cool cities … for Thailand. Chiang Mai is the one city I can call just-plain cool. When I was there last October I knew I’d be back after a week of quality book shopping, eating a delicious breakfast that didn’t involve rice and seeing other white people who didn’t look like pederasts.
This time I’ll be accompanied by Erin on her first trip to the great city. As is the style in Thailand (and most of my life), there are no definite plans. We’re toying with the idea of a one-day zipline jungle tour. Cool, huh?
Americans in America: you don’t know how excited I am to have a breakfast of eggs, toast, pancakes, French toast, waffles, bacon, sausage, biscuits and coffee. Not all in the same morning, but I plan to cover all of the above items in the 10 days I’ll be in Chiang Mai. I eat hard-boiled eggs and rice every morning now because I don’t have many other options.
I’m off tomorrow morning. I’m not looking forward to the very-long bus ride because it’s going to take about 18 hours to get there. I am looking forward to the very-long bus ride because, for the majority of it (from Khon Kaen to Chiang Mai), I’ll be with Erin and we’ll be able to make jokes about everyone around us in our secret language (a.k.a. English).
Below are pictures from my first Chiang Mai trip.