Friendship

Meeting new people and making new friends is something most people like to do.  I enjoy it tremendously.  Although, I do believe a few very good friends is a better bargain than lots of 'sort of' friends.  Still, I have found that taking hold of the opportunity to make new friends can really deliver unexpected results.

The first year I was living in Chicago, I lived with a good friend from college.  It was a difficult transition moving to Chicago and figuring out where to meet new people was not easy.  After a couple of months, training for my new bar job started.  I found myself drawn to several people.  A vivacious, beautifully spirited, bright eyed, blonde woman from New York.  An honest, jovial Chicago woman who valued sarcasm and a good laugh as much as I do.  A couple from the suburbs, one a a lively, slightly cynical young man with an eye for inner beauty and a pension for saying it like it is.  The other a quieter, but fascinating brainiac of a guy who could find a connection with anyone, even if he didn't like them.  These four quickly became, not just my colleagues, but my friends, my drinking buddies, my confidants, my family away from family.  We developed a close knit circle that included laughs, tears, surprise birthdays, breakups, and moves.

Later that year, my friend/roommate's friend from home came to visit him in Chicago.  He would be staying with us, but my friend/roommate would be unable to take time off of work to entertain our guest, "You can do it, right, Laur?"  Sigh, "I guess."  I had some of my most fun days in Chicago with this fast friend.  The second time he came to visit, we had even more fun than the first.  Although, this time we opted out of faking our recent marriage.  We had plenty of laughs over it, and still do.  You see, he has become one of my best friends.  I was over the moon when he decided to also move to Chicago.  We considered living together a few times, but it never panned out.  In fact, he was always there to help me move.  Sometimes he was the only one who bothered to show up.  He knows more about me than i'd care to admit because this is a friendship where we've seen each other at our bests, but more importantly at our worsts.  I'm talking 3:00 in the morning, in tears, wailing at the front door of my 3rd floor walk up because it was his birthday and he drank way too much and lost his keys.  My first thought when I went down the three flights of stairs and found him in a ball on the steps was, "How the hell am I going to get him upstairs by myself?"  He is more sensible than myself and had a tendency to be a little more embarrassed than me for a little bit longer, but I assure you, he's seen me in equally poor situations, and I viewed his mishaps as equalizers, opportunities for me to pay him back.  We have different views on lots of things, but over time we have found a way to find common ground and to talk about the things where we do not share any ground.

There are friends that you think will always be around, but fade ever so slowly into darkness.  Then there are friends that you never thought you'd still have this many years later, that are burning bright as ever.

There's the friend you made playing soccer when you were 12, who though only 1 year younger than you, who has always felt like a little sister who you need to protect.  Come to find out, she has always felt the the same way, that you're the big sister, and she too needs to protect you.  This is reaffirmed every time she let some guy or some shitty friend have it, "Because he's not treating you the way you deserve to be treated, Laur."  The one who you don't even have to tell there is something wrong, because even thousands of miles away, from the other side of the world, during a FaceTime session, she can tell.  When you say, "I'm fine,"  She let's you get away with it for a little bit but because she knows better, you always tell her the things that you didn't even know for sure you thought or felt.  She's the friend who comes to visit and turns your studio apartment into a post natural disaster sight.  When you get home and tell her as much she asks why you're being such a bitch, you ask where the wine is, and she's already poured you a glass.  You're late to dinner because you sit amongst the wreckage talking about anything and everything, laughing and farting, because that's what you do with your best friend.

There is the first gal pal you made after surviving the trauma of having the worst set of girlfriends in college.  She is the one who helped you see that not all girls are bitches, that being open to female friendship is still worthwhile.  She's the friend you stand on the sidewalk with in an embrace crying, outside of a bar in Chicago, because she and her new husband have decided to move away to Florida and you just don't know what your life will be like once she's gone.  She's one of the first friends you bounced the idea off of to quit your job and go across the world.  This is the friend who couldn't have been more supportive, who gave you the courage to go forward with it, even though you were scared shitless.  When you get cards for your birthday and Christmas, the return address belongs to this friend.

There is the friend, a little older, a little wiser.  The friend who gets you a bar gig to help you make a little extra cash and meet some new folks because she just believes that you'd be a good fit.  So much so, that when you talk to the manager over the phone for the first time, he just wants to know when you can start, "But you haven't even asked me any questions yet."  When he tells you that you have the job because he just trusts your friend, you know you've found someone you want to keep around.  And that proves to be a great choice because not only is she someone you aspire to be like professionally, but she is someone who you look to for guidance in friendships, life, and love.  She is one of the wisest and funniest people you know.

Then there's the couple.  The girl you met at work who you weren't really sure about at first.  When you became friends and shared past heartaches and current challenges, you realized that even though on the outside you look like you have little in common, on the inside there is no denying that you were meant to be friends.  When you meet the man she loves, you love him too because he is funny and crude and loud, just like you.  He is "you in male form" she says and "it is awesome" in the weirdest way.  The night they asked you to be in their wedding while you sat atop a bail of hay in the middle of the north side of Chicago, you cried because you were honored and surprised and a little buzzed.  Missing their wedding because you decided to leave for Thailand was a difficult choice and so you spent their day trying to enjoy where you were because you knew that's what they wanted you to do.

Meeting friends through work was unexpected.  So when you met the other girl, the tall blonde girl who seemed quiet at first (trickery), and you discovered how much fun the two of you have together (too much), and you get to watch her dog while she goes out of town, and she gives you a tour of her new condo, showing you the room "where you will stay when you come back to visit," and she tells you how proud she is of you for getting in shape, getting out there, moving to Thailand, whatever goal you've recently set for yourself, you know you've landed another good one.  You see music together and dance with reckless abandon and you always have a lot to laugh about and discuss the following day.

The reality is that i've been so lucky to have come across so many amazing people who have inspired me, supported me, challenged me, and it wasn't until I sat here thinking about all of those people that I realized how lengthy this little rant could become.  And my original intention for writing this is now gone.  I was feeling plagued by my tendency to hold on to people for too long, to try and maintain friendships that maybe have outgrown themselves.  But I can't be upset about the loss of those faded friendships, or the fact that as someone who loves with all my heart, I hate letting go, because I don't regret any of it.  I can only be excited about the future friends and thankful for the current ones.  In the time i've been on this journey called life, i've met so many amazing people.  I don't know if they'll be part of my life forever, but I know i'm enjoying the ride and i'm grateful for all of it.

Chiang Mai - Cooking Class

Multiple people recommended taking a cooking class while in Chiang Mai.  This was definitely the most fun part of our trip.  We did not make any reservations prior to arrival, with the hope of finding a recommendation from someone local.  The woman at the hostel (Chada House) came through again.  After selecting several pamphlets about cooking classes, and letting us thumb through them, she pointed to one and said that a young woman whom she knew had started the company by herself.  A young, female entrepreneur?  Done.  Due to our schedule changes, we had hoped to be able to find an afternoon class.  We called up Ann on Sunday and got two spots for Monday afternoon, no problem.  She would be picking us up (and dropping us off).  Even better.

Monday afternoon a pickup truck with a roof and 2 benches running along the length of the truck bed gathered us from our hostel.  Ann greeted us and introduced herself.  Inside of the truck already were two Russians, a Frenchman, and a German.  This sounds like the beginning of a joke.  We exchanged the usual pleasantries, which rarely includes names, where are you from, how long have you been here, where are you going next, have you ever been to - fill in the blank?  Generally when we tell people we are from The States (no one outside of America calls it America), the follow up question is, "oh which part?"  When Carey shared that she was from Michigan (that's the nice answer, which means you stand a chance of continued conversation), the Russian woman shared that she went to high school in Michigan for a year.  Which town?  Traverse City.  Which high school?  They went to the same high school.

What?

Yes.

They did not attend the school at the same time, but I mean honestly, what are the odds?!  Two women.  Two countries.  Both traveling - one internationally, the other within the country.  I could go on, but I won't.  This was a strange but quirky start.  We pulled up next to a market where we were joined by two young women from London and two men from, sigh, America.  We rarely run into Americans, and when we do, it tends to be mortifying and excruciating.  This was no exception.  Brothers traveling from… wait for it..

Michigan.

I thought Carey was going to throw herself into traffic.  It was a strange dynamic that included one brother picking on the other for attention and listening to the two of them jump back and forth between English and Russian.  They are Russian, but they grew up in The States.  Anyway, I digress.  So we go to the market where Ann shows us around.  She introduces us to vegetables and fruits and herbs i've never seen.  Most of the traditional Thai vegetation i've eaten because I love Thai food, but they look so different cooked.  She shared a wealth of knowledge.  For example, I learned that when I want to make Som Tum, one of my favorite Thai dishes when I go home to the states, I will have to substitute cucumber for green papaya.

We were given time to mosey through the market to have a look, and then we all piled back into the truck and headed for Ann's home.  Her brother and dad helped transport all of us.

 First shot of the group; at an open air market.

Ann has a beautiful outdoor sitting area next to a lovely garden.  This is all situated right outside of a huge kitchen for groups of people and the family's home.

Apart from the one bump in the road (or two), we had a really great time.  Each person selects four dishes they want to make and a type of curry.  C and I each picked different dishes so that we could try as many things as possible.  It was more food than I could ever manage to eat.  By round three, I thought everyone at the table was going to explode.  I think one of the mouthy Americans did in the privacy of our host's toilet.  This same American requested chopsticks.  C and I tried to explain to him that the Thai people eat with a fork and spoon because the king decided silverware and tables and chairs were integral in developing Thailand.    

Som Tum or Papaya Salad (3 peppers)

Pad Thai, Fried Noodles

Nam phrik kang phanaeng, Phanaeng Curry

Tom Yum, Prawn Hot and Sour Soup 

A lot of the preparation was done individually.  Ann stood at the head of the table and showed ingredients and demonstrated the proper technique for cutting and readying our goods.  The curries were prepared in groups - curry is time consuming and involves a great deal of work.  Your meal selections determined in which group you were placed.  My group was great, the Russian woman, the German and the Frenchman - wink, wink.  Carey's group was pretty good.  She ended up with one of the English women, and was standing near the other.  These two women could have been a grown up version of Sophia Grace and Rosie, I told them as much. 

Phanaeng Curry Group

Spring Rollers frying up the goods.

Carey made the spring rolls and they were delicious.  Even she was impressed with herself.

I cannot say enough good things about this cooking class.  Anytime you can combine learning, food, and fun, its a win.  Ann's ability to balance professionalism and entertainment is unbelievable.  One of the women in our group is severely allergic to peanuts and Ann took such good care of ensuring there were no mishaps, and even had another dish the woman could fix to accommodate her food allergies.  I'm so thankful we were able to get in to one of these classes as quickly as we did, because I feel sure that soon you will have to book your spot far in advance.  There is just no way that Ann's success won't grow her business in no time.  

Check it out on Facebook: Zabb-E-Lee Thai Cooking School

Chiang Mai - Sak Yants

Sunday morning, we were up early because the lady at our hostel had arranged a ride to Doi Saket in search of a monk at a particular wat (temple) who could do sak yants (sacred designs), or traditional thai tattoos, for us.  Sak yants are a centuries old tradition in Thailand and Cambodia, influenced by a mix of spiritual traditions from Hinduism and Buddhism that offers protection and brings love and kindness, good fortune, courage, prosperity, and health to the wearer.  Following the five Buddhist precepts - refraining from killing, stealing, lying, sexual misconduct, and intoxication - keep the tattoo powerful.  I've got most of those in check.  I told my parents before I left for Thailand that I wanted a sacred tattoo and that I hoped to find a monk who would be willing to do it.  Mom wasn't happy about it, "Don't get tattoos." 

Monk's robes drying, a wat dog sunbathing, the beautiful golden spires of Thai wats.

It wasn't easy to find this temple, Wat San Makieng, where Phra Ajarn Thecharangsi lives, in the rural lands of Doi Saket.  Without the help of the woman at our hostel, and her friend Bon, who picked us up and drove tirelessly around the area, stopping to ask for directions, and continuing on, we never would have ever made it.  When we did, I was surprised by the simplicity of the temple.  It was small, beautiful, and blissfully quiet.  When I opened my car door, I wasn't sure if i'd be able to stand, I was so nervous.  We came upon a small circle of monks chatting.  Bon spoke with them and we were asked to come back Wednesday.  "We won't be here," I explained, "we go to Bangkok Wednesday."  After some more conversation with the men, Bon turned to us and said without question in his voice, "Ok, we come back tomorrow at 12:00."  That settles that. 

After Bon dropped us off, we did some more wandering and came across El Diablo Mexican Cantina and had a great lunch.  While we were there, we saw a peaceful protest by the Red Party.  Currently, political parties in Thailand are at a standstill and protests are happening, mostly in Bankok, but also in Chiang Mai and occasionally Phuket.  This is the only one i've seen.

On Monday, we made the drive again.  Bon behind the wheel, made all the turns he had the day before like he'd done it 100 times.  Before leaving the city, we had to gather our offerings: 2 bunches of bananas, 1 raw uncut coconut, 1 sack of rice, red cloth, white cloth, flowers with incense, and 370 baht (each).  Bon drove us to every stall where we could get the best price.  Without him, we never would have gotten through any of this.  

When we arrived, Carey and I entered the temple and knelt down in front of the golden Buddha with our offerings.  Although i'd originally considered valium or some other prescription medication, whilst en route, I opted out.  It didn't seem right trying to "live in the moment" under sedation.  I really wanted to take in the moment.  I sat cross legged, surrounded by all of the statues, and waited with my eyes closed, concentrating on my breathing and finding my center.  I found a strange sense of calm and knew that this was where I was supposed to be, and that doing this was right for more reasons that I had imagined.  We had the luxury of a quiet secluded temple, away from the rush and worries of the western world i've known all my life.  

So much gold to see...

Phra Ajarn's seat and our offerings amongst the Buddha statues in the temple.

Enter, a quiet monk, who has studied this art for an extremely long time, Phra Ajarn.  After he arranged our offerings in alms bowls and set up his equipment (sak yants are performed with bamboo sticks or long metal rods), he explained that it was time to make the offering by kneeling, head down, alms bowl outstretched to Buddha.  He chanted a prayer and began my sak yant.

Yes, the equipment was sterile, the ink new.  Surprisingly, to be honest, it was all very modern.  And, yes, it hurt.  This was, without a doubt the most painful thing I have ever experienced.  And also one of the best.  In all, it took about 40 minutes.  I wasn't zen, I wasn't in a trancelike state.  In fact, I did a lot of deep breathing, much how I imagine a woman in labor would breath.  Ok, maybe not quite like that, but lots of slow, deep breaths.  Some humming and singing (Adele - who else?).  Some stretching of the legs as I sat hunched over, my friend spreading the skin over my right shoulder blade.

Prayers and blessings were said by Phra Ajarn while he created my 'five lines.'  I found myself thinking (between 'fucks, shits, damns') that, "This is so surreal.  I've set out on this journey, i've created a new path for myself, and i'm living it."  That's what it means to me.  Its not just a tattoo I hastily selected and   had slapped on my body.  Not only was it something i'd been researching and wanting since i'd decided to move to Thailand, but it is now a symbol.  It symbolizes my strength, my courage, my independence, my experience.  Sometimes, we have a tendency to forget or overlook the parts of us that we have had to earn over time.  I embody strength, courage, independence, and more, and that's what this tattoo means to me.    

Just three days later on Koh Samui.

Being able to watch the sak yant appearing on Carey's back as she sat through her's was incredible.  They are all done free hand, each design as unique as its wearer, 2-3 pricks per second.  I was surprised by the level of pain afterwards.  It was sore for a day, and required regular applications of scent free lotion for a couple of weeks.  There was no bleeding or scabbing.  

Although I don't feel it physically anymore, I know it is there.  Whether or not it will protect me or bring me all the good things it is supposed to, I don't know.  But I do know I wouldn't trade it for anything - not the experience or the sacred design.  As far as my parents go, they don't love it.  And even though neither of them have ever loved tattoos, it's like dad said, "It's a different stage of life."  He couldn't be more right.

Chiang Mai - Night Market

The delay in this post is due to a couple things.  One, it was super involved putting all of the pieces of this puzzle together.  Two, I wanted to tell my parents about my new art before just throwing it out into the world wide web.  Apologies...

Before landing in Chiang Mai (we flew directly from Phuket), we had a few ideas of what we wanted to do: a cooking class, the night market, something with elephants at a rescue, and sak yants.  We hadn't made any set plans or reservations other than our hostel, just ideas of what we wanted to do.  It wasn't until after we arrived in Chiang Mai that we discovered that this is the norm and if you want to enjoy your vacation fully, just go with it, whatever it may be.

We arrived midday on a Saturday, hopped a cheap tuk tuk at the airport and made our way to our hostel, Chada House.

The hostel was run by a fascinating woman.  She is Thai, born and raised in Chiang Mai.  She seems not to be concerned with 'saving face' like most Thais, thus she speaks frankly.  She is kind, honest, helpful, and real.  She was a breath of fresh air.  I shared some pretzels with her one afternoon.  She was less than impressed, she told me as much.  The place itself was basic, the shower sucked, it was in a great location (though everywhere within the Chiang Mai square is within walking distance), and for the less than $20 we spent on our stay there, we really couldn't complain.  We decided, if we had known better, we wouldn't have paid the extra bucks for an AC room because it was unnecessary this time of year.  During our stay though, all of the staff was lovely and helpful.  Northern Thailand truly is the Land of Smiles.  

After dropping our things and putting on an extra layer (it was chilly), we just took a stroll to get the lay of the land.  We found a spot for lunch, The Corner, with a quaint outdoor dining area, perfect for people watching at the corner of a busy, but surprisingly quiet intersection.

The Corner, Chiang Mai

 The food (Thai noodles and a mixed vegetable dish) wasn't great, but the service was, and the location was just right because it was only a short walk from our hostel and gave us access to infinite modes of transportation.  We got in a tuk tuk to head to the train station so we could book our tickets south for the second half of our trip.  You cannot purchase tickets in advance unless you are at a train station.  There is no train station in Phuket, so after all the reading we had done, we thought for sure there would be plenty of time to get sleepers on the overnight train of our choosing.  Wrong.  Turns out, we had to cut our trip a day short and we spent all of Christmas day traveling instead of the 26th.  More on that nightmare later.

The gal at the hostel told us that the Saturday Market starts getting set up and going about 4:00-5:00 in the afternoon and goes well into the night.  The best advice I can give you is to go early.  If you want to go to the market and actually see what's being sold, you better not wait much past 6:00.  The later it gets, the busier it gets and the more aggressive the crowds become.  We wandered over, just outside of the city walls, about 4:30, and yes, many vendors were still setting up, but we missed nothing.

One of the city gates.

In fact, we saw far more than we would have had we not gotten there as early as we did.  I cannot begin to describe all of the things you can buy at the market.  I bought a pair of awesome genie pants (my second pair), a bell (found hanging at wats, generally purchased to honor and bless someone you love), a small figurine for one of the best women I know who collects elephants, a small original painting by a local artist, and a couple postcards.  I had to fight the urge to buy one of the blankets made by the Hmong hill tribes.  Next time..

Credit to http://lannacharmwholesalehomedecor.ecrater.com

Anything you want, you can find, though I never found a wallet I wanted.  Commercialized goods all the way to handmade crafts and traditional Thai trinkets.  Get ready to bargain and don't be afraid to walk away if you're not satisfied with the price.  You'll see whatever it is again in the next 20 feet.  My favorite part of the market was the sidewalk massages.  Shops set up mats with pillows and blankets right out on the streets and go to it.  This was the first massage of several Carey and I indulged in on our trip.  It was also the most unique.  We were positioned on our stomachs next to one another, parallel to the street, as the two Thai women who worked on our backs chattered happily away and crowds passed by curiously.  You can hear the sounds of the market and the people all around you and you're just there, in it, in the elements.  It was strange and unexpectedly soothing.  It cost $1.80 for 30 minutes.  

Food, food, and more food.  Fruit, vegetables, fish, noodles, rice, huge blocks of jiggly black stuff, spring rolls, gyoza, corn, corn, and more corn.  I watched a lady make some kind of meatballs by squeezing a mass of meat mixture through her fist and pinching the blobs off into some kind of hot liquid like she'd been doing it her whole life.  And, perhaps she had.  Some of it looked amazing, the enormous mounds of rice and noodles, the sweets.  Some of it was less than appetizing.  I considered eating a bug just to say I had, but really, why would anyone want to do that?  They had them.. crickets, scorpions, things I can't name.  

The streets in Chiang Mai are all narrow, and where the market is set up, is no exception.  From a stall on the left side, to a stall on the right side, may have been 12 of my little steps across.  Imagine my surprise (and heartbreak) when we began to come across people seated in the street.  This was the worst part for me.  Here, in the tiny streets of Chiang Mai's bustling night market, you find the poor, the blind, the disfigured, the mentally ill, children dressed up and singing with no joy in their voice or happiness in their eyes, a row of four or five men with varying handicaps playing handmade instruments to passersby.  Was it hard to see?  Of course it was.  But the truly hard part for me, is not in their state of being or their physical appearance, but in the lack of resources that I know exist in Thailand to help these people.  I couldn't help but wonder, where do you go at the end of the night?  How do you eat?  Who takes care of you?  How did you get here?  How do you stay warm?  I can still see them when I close my eyes.  I don't think i'll ever be able to forget them.  A crusade more than worth fighting but one that could not be won.  In my heart i'd like to fight it, but cannot foresee winning.  Not in Thailand.  Not yet.  

Christmas Break Kick Off

The commercialization that is choking the life out of the Christmas spirit in America is all that exists of the holiday here in Thailand.  Makes sense, considering this is a Buddhist culture.  However, when I was informed that I would have a Christmas break, though shocked, I knew it was time to start planning my first long trip out of Phuket.  The possibilities are endless thanks to the close proximity and the cheap flights to so many destinations, but because I had yet to go anywhere other than Koh Phi Phi in Thailand, exploring my new country seemed the best thing to do.

After living in a big city for the last six years, going to Bangkok hasn't exactly been at the top of my list, but you gotta go, you know?  This was part of the original plan, to spend a couple days in Thailand's second capital, but due to the political unrest and protests that have been taking place, Carey and I decided, maybe another time would be better.  We both agreed that we would really like to spend a good chunk of time in Chiang Mai.  We also knew we wanted to end our trip on a quiet island, lying on the beach, sipping frosty cocktails, joining rowdy bars as we wished.  Although we were not able to find a resort within our budget on the first few islands we were considering due to the New Year holiday rates, we "settled" on Koh Samui because everyone has given it such rave reviews.

Naturally, the final week leading up to break was unusual.  The Friday before leaving on holiday, there was a Christmas party at school.  Kids dress up in Christmas costumes, like Halloween Part Deux, over here and it is bizarre and just a smidge creepy.  Between the saggy too bright Santa costumes, and the little girls dressed up in skimpy crushed velvet dresses with white feathery lined hems, high heels, and make up, I wasn't sure what to make of it all.  The kids had a great time stuffing their faces full of whatever treat the parents brought in to try to out do the next parent.  They also exchanged gifts at random draw.  A few kids didn't follow the protocol I had set up earlier in the week, which pretty much boiled down to not being thankful for the gift they received and having a meltdown.  One kid was so insistent that he didn't want his gift that I put it in with the gifts the school donated to an orphanage that houses children who have parents serving prison time.

Carey and I had to return our scooters before we left and decided to have some dinner in Phuket Town.  We were approached by a strange (read drunk), middle aged British man who'd been living in Thailand for about 20 years.  Because we weren't on his level, he was sure we needed to relax.  I'll give him this, he bought us a round of drinks.  Needless to say, we felt the urge to leave directly following our meal.  By chance, we passed a Blues bar that we'd seen the first week we moved to Phuket.  A lot of places don't open until a good bit later, so we'd never seen the inside of the bar, let alone anyone in it with the lights on, playing any music.  We stopped, the first customers of the evening, to have a beer.  Patrick Chua, a Singapore native, runs the place.  Rockin' Angels is the only Blues bar in Phuket.  It has been there since 2004 when Patrick decided he just couldn't live without music at the center of his world anymore, he had previously run a place in Singapore.  He has quite a history, including doing some fashion work with some high profile folks.  He mentioned one of my favorite politicians of all time, Mr. Bill Clinton.  We learned all this when Patrick came over to chat with Carey and me and the gentleman who had been playing a little with him when we arrived.  I stopped the other gentleman on his way out because he was wearing an Illinois shirt.  He went to Columbia University, and according to Patrick is a very successful and very wealthy local architecture.  It seemed as though music is Patrick's first passion, and helping others fulfill their dreams of playing music is his second.  He told us about a guy who showed up while he was still talking to us that came to Patrick a couple years ago and told him he'd always wanted to be in a band.  Because he's an older fellow, Patrick decided he could teach him how to bang a drum, "He's not a great musician, but he loves it, and who am I to stand in the way of a man living out his dream?"  A 19 year old girl showed up with her bass.  The daughter of a friend, about four years ago, her parents had had enough.  She was getting into trouble at school, causing problems at home, they were at their wits end.  Patrick's family took her in.  He taught her how to play the bass.  It was hard to decide who was better - the young girl or Patrick.  She sang everything from Tina Turner to Amy Winehouse whilst strumming the bass.  Whaaaaaaat?  All in all it was a really fantastic evening and what started out as, "let's have a beer and listen to a bit of music" turned into several beers, befriending the owner, making a new gal pal, chatting with some guy from Seattle, another from Switzerland, and another from Romania.  We called Nok, our guy to come pick us up and get us home.

If this were to be any indication of what the trip would be like, we were both feeling pretty good about the next 10 days.

Phuket/Phi Phi Island Partay

I've officially entered the last year of my 20's.

I'm letting that one sink in…

Oddly, I think i'm okay with it.  The last time I was in a new place for a birthday was six years ago.  I'd moved to Chicago five months prior, started school four months prior, and hadn't made much of a life for myself.  I still managed to have a fairly good time.  Turns out i'd met another person in the small circle of friends supplied by the restaurant that employed my then roommate (and dear friend, Joseph), who also had a birthday on December 5th.  So there was a gathering of people, some who I knew from school, a few from the restaurant i'd just started working at, and then a whole bunch of people I didn't really know but wished me happy birthday and bought me shots.  How lovely of new friends to show up though, and for another new friend to share his celebration with me.

I have now been in Thailand for about three months.  The kindness shown to me by the people who have begun to create my circle of friends here was overwhelming.  In Thailand, I share my birthday with the king.  This is really awesome because he's kind of a big deal here, so we had a national holiday.  Since i've always shared my birthday with someone, this might have even made things a tad easier.  Thanks to the national holiday, there was no school on Thursday.  This, of course, meant dinner and drinks for me and Carey Wednesday night.  Turns out others wanted to join to celebrate with me.  Carey was so lovely to set things up and take care of everything.

One of the young women I work with also had a birthday last week on the fourth, so we shared our time together Wednesday.  We all ate dinner at The Natural Restaurant in Phuket Town.  A hidden gem, if i've ever seen one.  You can't tell from the side soi (street) the entrance sits on that it's three stories high and that entering feels like stepping into a rain forest.  It is so gorgeous and tranquil and the food is delicious.  It was originally recommended to Carey by an Australian man who she bumped into in a coffee shop.  He owns and runs the cafe, which is delicious, so we figured he must not be far off the mark.  We had a great meal the first time, but hadn't been back since moving south to Chalong.  I picked it for my birthday dinner.  Not only did nine people show up, but most of them accompanied me and Carey to Roxy Bar for a night of trivia and more beverages.  Though we didn't have any interest originally, we decided going to Patong might not be so bad.  Never made it.  Not because we drank like underage college kids, but because we were abandoned by the women we ran into and hung out with from Carey's school at the bar after dinner.  In hindsight, it probably wasn't such a bad thing.  Between the money spent and the residual physical side effects that accompany a night in Patong, we probably came out on top in this category.  Our taxi home was most certainly a win.  We met a lovely young gentleman (Nok - he gave us his card when he dropped us off and said to call him "any of the times") who shared with us that he learned English by listening to American music.  We sang Mariah, Whitney, Adele, Boyz II Men, the list goes on… a taxi sing along, with him until he pulled up outside of our apartment building.  Can't speak for both me and Carey, but I know i'm excited to see Nok again.  I decided, if I can find somewhere here to do it, that i'll purchase proper business cards for him.  He has small cut up pieces of paper handwritten with his information.  So lovely.  He was just such a treat and so professional and kind, obviously fun, so I think he deserves it.  The holidays are upon us.

On Saturday morning, bright and early, Carey and I met a group of 13 people at Ratsada Pier to catch a ferry to Koh Phi Phi Island.  We were there before everyone else, not shocking, so we grabbed fresh fruit smoothies and hung out.  It took about an hour and a half to get across the water.  Dramamine on the way back made things much more bearable.  At the end of the ride, they slow down the boat and take you around the island so you can see it in all its beauty.

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The Dynamic Duo on the ferry.

Brendan, my favorite Aussie mate, blew my mind with a techy trick here.

 

It was really hard to know when to take out the camera because everything just looks so beautiful.  The minute you put your camera away you feel like you need to get it out again.  In an attempt to avoid a repeat of my trip to San Francisco though, I kept the snapping to a minimum.  As far as sheer size goes, the left picture can give you an idea.  The one on the right shows how the vegetation just grows, seemingly just out of the rock.  Incredible stuff.  Such beauty.

I was surprised to see how the island was all laid out because I assumed everything would be spacious and quiet.  On the contrary, the village that you walk through to get to the beach is a tiny maze like place where no motorized vehicles are allowed (actually none anywhere on the island), so locals are carefully plodding through on bikes.  Shops, food, bars galore.  If you get split up from your group, just keep walking, you will inevitably run into them again.  On a few occasions I was so shocked to run into someone I had just spoken with 20 steps behind.

These long boats will never get old.  Next time we take an island trip, we'll get on one and go snorkeling.  This trip was all about relaxation and no agendas.

Other than when I ate meals and slept, my time was spent on this gorgeous beach that I could see from my tiny, minimal hostel room.  It was private, kind of quiet, air conditioned, and reasonably clean.  The price was good, the shower worked, and it was right in the thick of everything.  If I could describe for you the blues and greens of the water, I would.  Just think of every shade and hue of blue and green that you've ever seen and put them all together.  Saturday the shallower parts were a bit murkier, though I didn't realize that until Sunday when I could see down to my toes when the water came up over my knees.

I wish the full beauty of this man's abs was more clear.  The group decided he must get a different farang (foreign) girl every night.  Even the guys admitted he was super good looking.

After dinner Saturday night, we stopped at the first fire show we came to because all the beachfront bars have them.  Also, the man in red shorts (pictured in the first fire picture) was gorgeous and svelte, so why would we leave?

People drink excessively and then also play with the fire.  Flaming limbo, jump rope, ring jumping, the list goes on.  Carey is pictured here, though she had less to drink than anyone else on that beach, I guarantee it.  

She did win me a bucket.. that I didn't drink because naturally it was terrible.  But the important part is she let me push her into getting up there and then won me a prize for kicking ass.  Happy birthday, to me.

That is an audience member hurling his body through the air and fire.  This is a liability waiting to happen in America, thus you must go to Thailand to see or compete in this bizarre show of manliness.  Watching guys insist the Thai fire throwers lift the hoop even higher was almost has entertaining as picking my nose.

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Just take some time to enjoy the abs, if you can see them.  Whew.  There are more videos, but they just take far too long to load, so i'll leave you with this.  

To clarify, that burning sign reads "Woody Sexy Night Party."  We were at a bar on the beach called Woody's.  This sign begged me to drink like an underaged college student.  So I did.  I'm too old for that, I gotta say.  All in all, it was a great time.  I got to know some friends better and they feel even more like friends.  I got to experience a different place, finally got my first post card for my book, bought a beautiful (cheap) sarong, celebrated with one of the best friends i've ever had, and welcomed the final year of my 20's.  

If 29 is anything like 28 was, i'm in for a wild ride.  

Muay Thai

Last weekend, a colleague of Carey's invited us along to a Muay Thai Fight night.  Having no idea what to expect, but knowing I absolutely wanted to go, left me feeling anxious.  When we got out of the car at the arena, you could hear the music pumping, you could see the people standing to the side, waiting for the battles to begin.  To be clear, i've never been to any fight.  The closest i've gotten is a pay per view party with my brother's frat brothers when De La Hoya was defeated by Mayweather by a split decision.  I was crushed because prior to that fight, there were several late nights with dad where I felt an unexpected inclination toward De La Hoya.  I didn't even know who the guy was the first time I watched him, but I could see the fire in his eyes and I just thought, "this guy is the real deal."

Per usual in Thailand, the arena was an open air facility.  There was a small concession stand just before you walked into the seating around the ring where they were selling water and beer.  I snagged a couple and Carey's colleague Bobby showed us where the best available seats in the house were.  Second row back from the ring.  The first fight was between two young boys, maybe eight or nine.  Their focus was evident and I never saw an ounce of concern or fear.  They've probably been training for this their whole lives and chances are, this wasn't their first rodeo.  They were incredibly small, barely older than the kids I teach every day.  With every kick and punch one of them landed, I cringed. I just hoped they'd get through the five rounds without any blood.  The next fight was another pair of young boys, maybe a year or two older than the first, but still younger than I can ever imagine any boy being prepared to take a hit knowingly.  On and on the fights went and the men got older, bigger, stronger, faster.  There was one fight between two women.  The final fight was between two farangs (white guys).

What struck me most about this event was the civility.  Each fighter stepped into the ring.  Music (from the live "band") begin and, from their respective corner, they would begin a walk around the ring with one hand touching the highest rope.  They would then kneel in each corner and wai, or bow their head in what looked to be prayer.  They continued all the way around the ring, simultaneously, until they ended up back at their starting point.  I found out this routine was to ward off evil spirits that could cause damage to either fighter.  The two would then step to the middle of the ring where they would get down on their knees.  The music would change, and they would both begin a series of movements, each unique to the person presenting them.  They would stand and continue their movements, again around the ring.  This is in honor of the coach who has been training them.  Before the fight begins, the fighters also hug.  They battle it out for five rounds.  From what I could gather from Bobby (who spent the majority of the night going to the gambling mats), points are earned not just by hits landed or blocked, but also how the fighter carries himself.  The less affected they seem, the better.  The crowd helps as well.  Naturally, the longer the fight goes on and the more bets are placed, the more involved they all get.  When your fighter lands a hit, you yell "hey!"  There were a few instances of "Hey!  Hey!  Hey!  Hey!"  You can't help but get into it, even if you haven't bet or you're still cringing each time someone gets nailed.  Between the fourth and fifth round, each fighter goes to the opposite corner and their opponent's team cares for the fighter, giving him water and prepping him for the final round.  After the fight ends, the fighters hug again.  I caught myself thinking several times how lovely it all was, how traditional and respectful.  

I didn't place any bets.  I did see some blood.  I had some beers.  I met some new people.  It was a really fun night and I look forward to the next one.