Banteay Srei "Lady Temple"

After spending the early morning wandering through the quiet halls of Angkor Wat, we headed out of the main city to see some of the other cultural artifacts in the area. The pink stone temple of Banreay Srei is 30+ kilometers out of the city, and it's distinctly different from the Angkor temples. It was built by a Brahman, possibly a tutor to the royal lineage, and while scholars debate the date of this, there are historical markings indicating that it was created in 967 AD. It's waaaay ahead of its time, and what's astonishing about this particular temple is the incredibly detailed and intricate stone carvings that adorn the walls and inner areas. This is a small temple, compared to the Angkor monuments, but it's achingly beautiful, and it's referred to around the area as "The lady Temple," because it's believed the intricate stone carvings are the work of women artisans. This Hindu temple was devoted to Shiva. Below are some pictures.

Angkor Wat

I can't find a way to succinctly describe Angkor Wat. We spent the late afternoon of our first day there, under a merciless sun, and then we came back at dawn the next day to see it in all its glory at sunrise. No amount of flowery descriptions could do justice to this temple. It's a mystery and a marvel and something everyone should put on their bucket list. I'm glad to have crossed it off of mine, but I do believe we'll have to return, to delve deeper into this building, and perhaps to try once again to photograph it. On the first day we visited, I found it hugely frustrating to try and take pictures, because the scale of this is lost in pictures, and on my rinky-dink little camera I couldn't find an angle that really felt right. This place is impossible to wrap your head around, on multiple levels.

Constructed around 1152 by the Angkor Devaraja Suryavarman II, this "mother of all temples" was built to honor the Hindu God Vishnu. There are countless unique characteristics of it, and there are details and halls worth exploring that make the place well worth repeated visits. As the world's largest religious structure, it's astonishing that this was constructed in the era in which it was, without machinery to ease the burden on the workers who built it. It took 37 years... It's in better shape than the other Angkor temples...but it stills bears a lot of the marks of the turbulent history of the Angkor empire. Have a look at some of the pictures we took below. They're just a glimpse of what we saw, and this building is an infinitely deep mystery well worth probing...

Ta Prohm - Angkor's "Jungle Temple"

We spent some time plotting out a two day itinerary for our brief stay in Siem Reap. There's no shortage of temples to visit, so we had to parcel out our time and prioritize what we wanted to see. Over the years, there's been a couple of circuits that travelers have developed, to be efficient with their time and visit the temples in an order that makes sense. While those plans looked OK on paper, they didn't really match up with our schedule. We needed to plan our visit to try avoid the huge crowds of people who descended upon Angkor for Khmer New Year, and also to deal with the unbearable heat of the midday sun. Plus, there are some inherent limitations on how much you can really take in on any given day. So we settled on a plan that entailed visiting Ta Prohm, Ankor Tom, and Angor Wat on our first day. On our second day, we'd visit Angkor Wat at dawn, then head out to see Banteay Srei, Banteay Samre, and whatever else we could fit in. While that doesn't sound like a lot on paper, each of those visits entails climbing countless stairs and trekking from one place to the next on foot, which gets tiring really fast when the heat index is past 40 degrees celcius (over 100 degrees fahrenheit). These are some of the world's largest monuments, and seeing them is no small task...

We started the day off at Ta Prohm. This is the famed "jungle temple" of Ankor that was made famous by its use in the movie Lara Croft: Tomb Raider. Angelina Jolie filmed a few scenes here, and as a result, the temple was overrun with tourists taking pictures next to "the tomb raider tree." Although we tried to beat the crowds, there's no avoiding the crush of tourists in Angkor, and while our visit to Ta Prohm was awe inspiring, it was also infuriating. Becky and I both find oblivious, self-involved tourists to be hugely annoying, and Ta Prohm was filled with people stepping on our feet, inadvertently getting in other people's pictures, and trampling through the space with little regard for anyone else around them. It was irritating, but not enough to obscure the magic and mystery of the temple in question. The place is simply stunning.

What make Ta Prohm particularly poignant is the way the jungle has completely overrun the monuments. Giant trees have wrapped their huge root systems around the enormous eroded stones, and where there was once symmetry and order to this temple, there is now a sense that the ambitions of the men who built this have been entirely eclipsed by the laws of nature. This is the jungle's turf, not man's. Originally constructed in 1186 as a buddhist temple, this brooding ruin of a structure is in a unique state of decay. The stones are covered with lichens and the walls are wrapped with creeping vines, and huge trees have grown up in and around the structures, using the stones as building blocks for enormous root systems. Multiple nations are helping to restore parts of this temple, and outside of its main wall there are hundreds of the original structure's huge stones that have been marked for placement in various spots throughout the temple. It is, as our guide put it, "the world's biggest jigsaw puzzle." It's hard to really imagine what this temple could possible look like once it's been restored, since so much of it seems beyond fixing. Trying to describe in words the incredible look and feel of Ta Prohm is an exercise in futility. It's like something out of a fantasy novel... Have a look at a handful of the pictures we took. Everywhere you look there's something camera-worthy, so we spent most of our morning dodging fellow tourists, rolling our eyes at some of the more obnoxious travelers amongst us, and shaking our heads and marveling at the magic of this enchanted place. Some ruins feel tragic, because there's a humanity to their decline that you can't help but feel attached to. Ta Prohm was not like that for us. Life never stopped here. When the humans abandoned it, the trees moved in...

Khmer Massage Versus Thai Massage

We arrived in Siem Reap at 8 pm after a really quick flight from Bangkok. While the flight was pleasant and the service was fine, it's still an absolute racket that Bangkok Airways has a monopoly on the BKK-REP route. We used air miles to get to Angkor for free, so I really shouldn't complain, but the actual cost of a flight from Bangkok to Siem Reap is totally disproportionate to the length and distance of the journey. It's less than an hour away by air, but truly, once you cross the border, it's a totally diff

erent world...

We got our first taste of Siem Reap upon exiting the airplane, walking down a set of stairs, and then going on foot from the plane to the international passenger terminal. There's not a lot of airports in the world where you walk across tarmac upon first setting foot in the country. The last time I did that was either in Nepal or Bangladesh in the early 90's. The airport was surrounded by utter blackness, with no lights or city in sight, and there were only two other planes in the distance. The place was pretty desolate. Immigration was a breeze and no one was even manning the customs inspection area. All my worries about getting in proved to be unnecessary anxiety......by the time we settled into our hotel room, at the beautiful Borei Angkor Spa & Resort, it was after9 pm. We called and set up a one hour massage because it was affordable and we figured we'd get a quick rub in after traipsing around Bangkok in 100 degree heat with all our luggage. We'll be spending the next two days meandering through extensive temple complexes, so it doesn't hurt to get your feet rubbed before you put them to work. The massage was marvelous and it left us thinking about the differences between Khmer massage and the Thai massage we're more familiar with.

Firstly, it would be irresponsible to offer up a critique on Khmer massage based on a single one hour rub at a resort. That's an insufficient sample size to really make any kind of valid judgment, but we'll offer up some impressions here anyway because they're fresh and we get rubbed a lot. We're massage junkies of sorts, and living in Chiang Mai has made us acutely aware of the differences between a good rub and a lousy one. Not that we ever complain. If you're paying the equivalent of $5 US dollars for an hour long massage, you're in no position to whine about a masseuse who takes a call on her cell phone while she's rubbing you, or one who starts singing along to the horrible music on the radio, or one who spends the entire hour giggling and gossiping with her friends in the room. You take what you're given and appreciate the fact that someone just spent an hour trying to make you feel better in your body. Sometimes, though, a half-assed massage can leave you worse off than when you started...

Thai massage usually follows a certain format, and while that's a big sweeping generalization, we've been rubbed enough to be able to describe the fairly predictable formula most Thai masseuses employ. It's one thing to go to a master, or to go see someone who is willing to scan and delve into your body's quirks and address your individual needs, but most of the time, when you pay for a cheap massage, people just go through a set formula they've learned. They'll start with the feet, and slowly and meticulously work their way up, pressing and squeezing along the meridians, the body's energy lines as documented and described in Chinese medicine. In Thai massage these are called "sen", and they constitute a body map that overlaps pretty concisely with what we in yoga call the nadi system. These lines are also what acupuncturists use when they place needles on the body. These energy lines are documented differently by various traditions, but each of these healing modalities use them as a reference for figuring out where to squeeze, stroke, or trigger. In any case, in Thai massage, the masseuses slowly work up the sen lines, and they tend to spend an inordinate amount of time focused on the legs. Becky and I have often discussed that it's quite different in the US, where masseuses focus more on the shoulders and back, because that's where Americans tend to hold their stress. in Thai massage, they'll prod and press deeply into your hamstrings and groin, while you're lying face-up on a mat, and then they'll eventually ask you to turn over, at which point they'll start working on your upper torso. There's a rhythm and pace to all this that feels marvelous when it's done well. The kneading and pulling will eventually progress into some deep stretches after your body has been warmed up. In these assisted stretches, the masseuse will utilize leverage and body weight to twist and contort you into a multitude of positions, while also cracking your spine, and possibly other joints along the way. The massage will conclude with you lying with the back of your head in their lap, while they rub your temples and face. Mind you, this is not what happens with sacred bodywork when someone is seriously committed to exploring your body and helping you release stress and anxiety. What I've just described is more or less the formula that's used when you pay someone in Thailand a pittance for a quick massage. You get what you pay for.

The hour long rub we had here at the Borei Spa and resort was quite unlike the Thai massages we've grown accustomed to in Chiang Mai. Firstly, we started off face down. The masseuses worked over our backs first, and then moved to the hips and glutes. Then we were turned over and they started with reflexology that progressed quickly up the legs. The touch was much gentler than what we're used to in Chiang Mai. In Thailand, there's an entirely different sense of where people's pain thresholds are. That's another blanket assertion, but one I think bears out upon examination. I briefly studied Muay Thai in my early 20's (that's Thai kick boxing for the uninitiated), and I can honestly say I've never encountered a martial art that requires a higher threshold of pain. Perhaps that's completely unrelated to Thai massage, but I do believe that massage in Thailand is less about delivering physical pleasure as it is about addressing the ailments of the body through a targeted sequence of techniques. Perhaps its the same here in Cambodia, but it felt quite different tonight. It was much gentler, much more soothing, and the sequence felt distinctly different from what Becky and I have gotten used to in Thailand...

It occurs to me, as I write this, that perhaps my perceptions are entirely wrong. A masseuse at a spa, doing one last rub at 10 pm before she wraps up her day, might just be trying a different approach after working a long shift. In that case, all my assertions are baseless, and my observations become the pretentious ramblings of someone who thinks they know what they are talking about. Perhaps that's true. But I don't think so. There's something different about the way they do things here in Cambodia, and they will tell you that Khmer massage is the source for what the Thais do today. That said, claims like that are made all over the world when one tradition claims that something similar to it is derivative. It's hard to tell. But the history of this area is one of conquest and cultural diffusion, and there's no doubt that some of the ancient knowledge ensconced here changed when it moved west. I guess after everything I've just written, I couldn't really tell you in great detail the difference between Thai and Khmer massage. Guess I'll just have to get rubbed again tomorrow to see if my suspicions hold up. Then, to verify or disprove my assumptions, I might have to get rubbed again the next day. I could get used to this country. ;-)

City Dwelling Part 2 Bangkok

Another great way to get to know a city? Public transportation! Day 2 of my Bangkok holiday started with a short walk (this time only 10 minutes) to the BTS (Bangkok Mass Transit System, otherwise known as the "Skytrain") This train system is very user friendly (farangs included!), and it's clean & has plenty of AC!

My plan for the day was to explore the city from the Chao Phraya River, so I took the train to the Central Pier where I picked up a tourist boat day pass for 150baht ($5.00) and with this pass I could ride up & down the river to my hearts content, getting on & off as much as I pleased. 

Here I am seen holding my transit map at the start of the day...smiling, fresh, ready for my adventure!

Deciding to get on a boat was a big decision as I suffer from motion sickness very easily, but with the size and type of boat, I was ok.

I decided to ride all the way to the last pier, then work my way back and honestly, there was interesting sights to be seen at all of them (I think there were around 10 piers in total). At the last pier, there's an area known as Khao San Road, a spot that became well known as "backpacker central" because of the inexpensive guest houses available for budget travelers. It's kind of like hippie central...I took the short walk to the thick of the area and turned right around...not for me! The streets and sidewalks are way too crowded, plus it was REALLY hot & I was hungry. I found a restaurant called "Joy Luck Club" (one of my favorite books & movies) that advertised vegetarian food. I walked in to discover a quirky family run spot & ordered one of my favorite dishes in these parts...vegetarian massaman curry, they won me over with the bear shaped rice (seen below missing his arm) it was absolutely delicious & very unusual, it was served with crisp fried onions on top.  I drank a very refreshing mango smoothie & while I enjoyed this delicious meal, Allison Krause was playing...I was the only one there, I smiled to myself and thought "I want to remember this moment," enjoying yummy, fresh food listening to sweet tunes, off  on my very own adventure...

I made my way back to the boat and got off to see Wat Arun, Temple of the Dawn. Since the piers are all on one side of the river and Wat Arun is on the other, you get off the tourist boat and board a ferry (3 baht) to cross to the other side. The temple was not crowded at all, in fact I don't think I've been to a temple here with so few people, so that was nice. I can't believe I did it, but I climbed the stairs as high as you could go all the while remembering a the famous Eleanor Roosevelt quote to do something that scares you each day...I was scared! Those stairs were STEEP! I've included a few videos I took while I was there.
This was an amazing experience...Temple of the Dawn, I loved it.

 After I took the ferry back across & got back onto my tourist boat I was exhausted, covered in sweat & at the same time elated, it started to rain & the fresh, cool water felt so refreshing. The sky looked like this...

I have a picture (not ready to share yet) of how I looked at the end of the day...after walking, taking the train, riding boats, walking some more, climbing very steep stairs, more boats, more trains & another walk...I was a hot mess!

But, after a nap, some yoga & the best Indian meal I've ever tasted...I looked like this, it's kind of dark & Fuad is hard to see, but I think you can see the joy in my eyes. Having 2 days to explore Bangkok on my own while my wonderful husband worked was priceless to me. I have a new understanding & appreciation for this city and I'm glad. My husband flies off every week to spend time here...I don't want it to be a big mystery, I want it to feel like home. 

 Next stop on this adventure...Cambodia!

Dinner @ Gaggan

On our last night in Bangkok, Becky and I devoured a phenomenal meal at Gaggan on Lang Suan Road. I had heard about this place about a year ago, after reading a profile of chef Gaggan Anand in a magazine article about Bangkok's most famous gourmands, and the restauranteurs pushing the city's culinary profile forwards. Gaggan was the only Indian chef listed in that article, and what jumped out at me was the fact that he'd trained with the legendary Ferran Adrià in Spain. Now, I'm not a huge fan of this new and emerging trend of "molecular gastronomy." The idea of creating food in a lab-like environment doesn't speak to my sensibilities at all, yet I keep reading that some of the best chefs in the world are doing astonishing things with this new approach. In Chicago, there's a restaurant called Moto where chef Homaro Canto is doing things like printing pictures of sushi onto edible paper, instead of actually making old fashioned rolls. Sounds crazy, but it apparently tastes magnificent. I've always eyed this new future-facing approach to food with suspicion, because I for one like my food made by hands, not machines. Aside from my biases, the cost of a meal at a place like Moto can be astronomical, so it's always seemed like something worth trying for novelty's sake, but I've always regarded molecular gastronomy as a trend only worthy of the wealthiest palettes. Not for a down-home Bengali boy like me...

Or so I thought...

Gaggan advertises itself as a home for "progressive indian cuisine." Becky and I booked a table, and found ourselves in an amazing spacious house filled with lovely decor. The staff was solicitous and warm, the wine list was intriguing, and the menu was a delight to read through and marvel at. While there were plenty of dishes on the menu that piqued our interest, we ultimately settled on some fairly standard entrees. We ordered some bhindi masala (fried okra and tomatoes), saffron rice, a cheese naan, chicken tikka masala, and a fusion pea dish that Becky thought looked enticing. Turns out the pea dish was not an option on this particular evening, as the chef (i believe it was Gaggan himself) ventured out to offer up an alternative, which turned out to be a divine pea and mushroom bhaji. We ordered fairly standard items because you can tell a lot about the worth and quality of a restaurant by the way they do everyday dishes. If an Italian restaurant can't get a spaghetti bolognese right, there's not much chance their more ambitious dishes are worth your time. That, at least, is my attitude. The article I'd read on Gaggan asked him what his signature dish was, and he responded by naming Chicken Tikka Masala. I thought that was an astonishing answer, because almost every Indian restaurant on the planet offers up a version, and there's not a lot to differentiate the dish from one place to another. We ordered it in the hopes of seeing what made Gaggan different... I was delighted to discover that everything I'd read was validated within the first few bites... This place lived up to the hype.

I can honestly say that the food that emerged from Gaggan's kitchen was the finest Indian food I've ever had. I am no dilettante when it comes to the cuisine of the subcontinent. My great great great grandfather was the Nawab of Dhaka, and my ancestors made a name for themselves by developing a cuisine so rich and decadent that they soon became caricatures of aristocracy, growing fat and happy on progressively more outlandish meals. We are known in Bengal as a rich family that ate itself out of its fortune over the course of several generations. I can attest to the fact the food is part of my heritage, and beyond the delectable marvels that I've sampled from the kitchens of my aunts, I've also traveled the world, and eaten at fantastic indian restaurants on 5 continents. I love Indian food, whether it's at a fantastic Mangalorean spot like Trishna in Mumbai, or a high-end Kashmiri curry house in London, or a 3-dollar plate of greasy biryani at Ghareeb Nawaz in Chicago's Roger's Park neighborhood. Each has its rightful place in the great spectrum of Indian food, as do street dishes like pani puris. It really amazed me to discover food at Gaggan's that I could never have imagined....

I highly recommend checking this place out. I could wax poetic about each dish we tried, trying to nail down the distinctiveness of everything, but honestly, words don't do it justice. I've had a thousand chicken tikka masalas, and yet what was served up at Gaggan was superior, yet I cannot quite describe why. Becky and I had finished the whole bowl and I was still trying to figure out what made it different. If you're in Bangkok, have an inclination for some Indian food, and want something different, check out Gaggan. Be sure you have some money to burn too, because it's not cheap. But it was worthy every penny. I'll be back soon. What a find.... No wonder Gaggan spent some of his younger years as the President of India's personal chef....

City Dwelling in Asia, part 1 Bangkok

Bangkok! What an amazing city! According to this list Bangkok is the 28th largest city in the world, interestingly followed by Chicago, however Bangkok seems infinitely larger than Chicago (at least to me).
We're here for a few days so Fuad can work before we head out on our vacation. We're staying at a "boutique" hotel tucked away off the bustle of the main streets in a quiet area near Lumpini Park and the US Embassy.

Lumpini Park

Yesterday after Fuad went to work I decided to walk to the Jim Thompson house, according to my iphone maps this would be a 40 minute walk. I told myself there is no better way to get to know a city than by walking the streets. I kinda wish my iphone had told me that it would be an exhausting 40 minutes due to the route not having much shade and 100 degree temperatures rising before the noon hour. Three quarters of the way there, I spotted something that gave hope to my sweat drenched body & parched mouth...a sight in the distance that made my heart flutter...The Paragon Mega Mall! Yay a Starbucks! I had to stop. HAD TO...so then I HAD TO stop at the department store where I know they sell the products I love, the products that remind me of home! Origins, Bert's Bees (which I find so interesting is sold along side Mac, Bobbi Brown, Origins, Clinique etc...and you can get this stuff at any Walgreen's in the States). While in the department store, I participated in one of my favorite past-times...stealth observation, otherwise known as "people watching". I will admit, I'm fascinated by women who live under the veil. Don't be fooled! These women are the most expert shoppers I have ever stealth-ly observed! They spend their money freely, usually with hordes of children surrounding them, which they loudly boss to go get them a different size/color/shape. They leave the stores burdened down with shopping bags...it makes me wonder...what's really under that veil?
Anyway...then I HAD TO go to the gap! There is just something about gap clothes...the fit, the feel, the look, lucky for me yesterday there was a sale!

Now to continue my journey to the Jim Thompson house, in the heat, with shopping bags & refreshed from a Starbucks Green Tea Frappe...

The cost of the Jim Thompson tour with a guide in English is 100 baht and you can stay as long as you like wandering on your own after the tour. There is also a restaurant and shop where you can buy some Jim Thompson Thai Silk Company wares.





I really enjoyed this tour and I was so glad that I took some time to research Jim Thompson before going...I loved imagining all the rich & famous who were invited to dine at this house and how difficult it must have been to do everything he did in the era in which he did it. Now he's a legend and a bit of a mystery, he disappeared in Malaysia in 1967 and to this day no one knows what happened to Jim Thompson.
When I left the house, I was talked into taking a tuk tuk back to the hotel...after refusing to give in, finally the guy was honest with me...he would only charge me 10 baht for a ride to my hotel IF I would agree to look at a shop on the way there. I only needed to look for 10 minutes and he gets a free gas card from the shop owners. Ok, I finally agreed. We shook hands on our deal, "10 baht, right?!"
I got to the shop and discovered it's one of these "custom-made-to-order" shops that makes tailored dresses & suits. I immediately wondered how I was gonna look around for 10 minutes, there's hardly any merchandise to look at but there's plenty of fabric bolts...I headed over to where some shirts for men are hanging...so, Fuad ended up with a few new items too, everybody happy. I got a 10 baht ride home, Fuad got 2 shirts, and the tuk tuk driver got his free gas card and it's only 3 o'clock...

What adventures await today...?

I do my practice...

I do my yoga practice in the evenings after the sun goes down and the heat feels more like an illusion...I keep the house dark and light candles all around, I practice trataka while Baxter keeps watch next to my mat. I feel my senses come alive as I breath & move and the sweat begins to form. I smell the sweet flowers from our garden outside the window, I hear the cacophony of frogs & geckos. Mostly, I hear & feel the flow of my own breath

I do my practice and know that all is coming.
I practice and I heal...
I practice & it is revealed to me that I need to forgive others & myself...
My breath flows & my body gives way.
I practice and everything becomes clear...even if just for a moment.
The warmth spreads from the inside out & I stir from savasana with new awareness,
my hands & feet alive.
Then, I practice being still...and knowing...that everything is as it should be...
I give thanks for this body, this breath, this time & place.
I give thanks for this blessed & charmed life.

I feel amazing right now!

Fresh out of the shower on a piping hot afternoon...It's been awhile since I've blogged...I guess we're falling into routines and less is seeming "blog worthy", but we've just had a wonderful weekend and I thought I'd share.
Friday night we headed to the theater at Central Airport Plaza to see Hunger Games. We went with 2 friends from school, fellow teachers, Liz (elementary art) & Yara (kindergarten), all of us (expect Fuad) had read the books and we were pretty excited to see it.
Saturday I woke pretty early (7:30) and made a request to my overworked husband that he take a day off. After skyping with my folks & working in the garden for a bit, then relaxing on the porch (swinging in the hammock) we headed out...lunch at Khun Churn, a vegetarian restaurant (delicious!) then up to Doi Suthep (the mountain) to chill our toes in the cool, cool water of one of the waterfalls. It's getting hot here lately (ranging between 97-100F), so keeping cool is a must!
Next, a 2 hour Thai massage, then dinner at a delightful French bistro (complete with crepes & fondue on the menu). We headed home to watch Battle Royale (Fuad insisted, since he believes that Hunger Games is a direct lift from this 2001 Japanese movie).
This morning (Sunday) we headed over to Wild Rose Yoga Studio for a class with Casey Gramaglia where I had a great practice...I'm so grateful to have made a connection with Casey, he's a breath of fresh air & a familiar presence. He's a New York yogi trained at Jivamukti who has been living in Thailand for 12 years. As a fellow former city dweller yogi transplanted to Thai soil, the conversation never runs dry!
Practice this morning was hot & sweaty! I think it was already 80 degrees when we got up at 8:00am and today it easily reached 100. I love the heat for practicing yoga, but not really for anything else and  I'm learning to balance the pitta dosha part of me in this heat. Why is it...hot places love hot food??? Not a good mix for me!
After brunch...
More work in the garden! Today I've transplanted my tomato plants! My little seedlings are ready for their permanent home! I'm so excited to be growing things in our yard! The beautiful part...I can do it ALL YEAR LONG!

In other news...
Pollution. I'm not gonna dwell on this one...but it's bad. I will never take clean air to breathe for granted ever again. On the days when it's really bad I spend the day wondering why I feel so lethargic and then remember...the air has no oxygen in it! It also puts a damper on my gardening. boo! Here's a video taken earlier this month to show the contrast with & without the pollution.




And if you're wondering why there's so much pollution watch this one...




We're pretty excited to get out of here for April Break! In 2 weeks we're taking a big trip, part Cambodia (Siem Reap & Phnom Penh) & part Sri Lanka! (Colombo, Galle & Sigiriya) Whoa! I can't wait! At this point, let me acknowledge my blessings...that we're able to live such a comfortable life in Asia, working jobs that challenge & validate us...where we are able to see so much of the world...more than I ever imagined possible.
If you're reading this are you're far away from us...reach out, we'd love to hear from you! Not a day goes by that I don't think of my friends & family back home.
Much love from our corner of the world to yours...xoxo

The Caves at Chiang Dao

"No light, no guide, no come back." Our smiling guide repeats this mantra to us at regular intervals, each time she gestures at one of the myriad stone passageways leading through the cave complex. We've wandered into the Chiang Dao caves on a friend's recommendation, and after paying a 100 baht fee for a guide armed with only a single gas lantern, we're in the process of crouching, crawling, and easing our way through narrow stone passes into chamber after chamber of absolutely pitch black stones. Each cave is covered in incredible limestone formations, with stalactites, stalagmites, and all kinds of strange rock formations covering every visible surface. Bats, spiders, and strange scurrying insects crawl around in the dark, and as we pass from room to room the claustrophobia starts to set in. You could die in here in a second, with one misplaced foot, and there no way to get you out. The darkness is oppressive, and as we wander from room to room, half enthralled and half petrified, I begin to think about how old and ancient these caves are... The cave network is said to penetrate 14 kilometers into Doi Chiang Dao, a huge hulk of a mountain, and although we only venture a few hundred meters into the caves, you can tell that we barely skimmed the surface. From a website on the caves, I found this local legend:

One legend holds that the caves are inhabited by an Indian recluse who has lived there for more than one thousand years. Another, more complex, tradition tells how a group of hermits who live in the caves once called a meeting of deities and angels to create seven sacred objects. A demon called Chao Luang Kham Daeng Khun Yak was appointed to guard these sacred artefacts which are hidden beneath the mountain. Local people say that if one penetrates deep into the caves, the first thing encountered will be a stream which flows from the pedestal of a golden Buddha. Still further in is the legendary town of Laplae, where may be found the cloth of the gods, a great lake, the divine city of the Nagas, heavenly food, a sacred elephant, and the resting place of the hermits themselves. Here, too, is the great golden Buddha from which the stream springs.

These caves are straight out of an Indiana Jones movie... The air is quiet and moist, random terraces are covered with deities and guardian statues, and there's is a foreboding sense of time that pervades through every passageway. Underground waterways have carved out these caves within the mountain, and beneath the earth, streams flow outwards to fill the temple grounds, where huge fish lurk just beneath the surface. The caves themselves call to mind Tolkien's description of Moria, and as you delve deeper into the darkness you start to wonder what else might live down here... It's not a thought you want to dwell on...

We only spent an hour in the Chiang Dao caves, but they were truly mind-blowing, and we highly recommend them to anyone visiting the area. Very rarely do you get an opportunity to visit something this ancient, mysterious, and steeped in myth and legend. I hope to go back again... Next time we'll have a better idea of what we're getting ourselves into...

Mama said there'd be days like this...

Some days are better than others...taken away from the familiar, the routines, the friends, the environment you're used to and placed into a new environment where everything is different...some days are better than others, didn't our Mama's teach us there'd be days like this?

This has been such a lengthy lesson for me. Who am I without Chicago?

Some days I love it here and other days I'm still absolutely overwhelmed and I'm starting to wonder...how long can I continue to say that I'm new here? We're at 7 months already! The school year is quickly approaching the 4th quarter and Spring Break is just around the corner, I've finally finished my 30 hours of Thai language class (thank goodness!) and yet there is still a part of me that is resisting...I think I'm actually making it harder on myself than I need to.

So let me focus on some of the things I'm grateful for these days...
*my students. Sometimes I look at their faces, so diverse and I feel so much love and gratitude. I've discovered that the world is not so big a place...here we are in Thailand and the kids are pretty much the same as in the U.S. only here, instead of feeling frustrated with the system and the environment and so many things that are beyond my control...I get to smile & laugh with these children, and teaching has become fun again.
Here's just a small sample from International Day

Philippines 

Korean

Denmark

The cutest Thai dancers you'll ever see!

I'm also grateful...
*that for the first time in my adult life, I have a home with outdoor space. Our yard has become my refuge and I love coming home from work and fiddling around! It's become a passion really and I acknowledge that I have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm giving it a try! Everyday I learn something new. I now believe that gardening is in my genes. I find myself thinking about my Mammie and the time I spent with her at her house on State Street in St. Joe, I think about her garden and the way she did things (I really didn't understand at the time). I've planted all kinds of new stuff in our yard, a few vines, a rose bush, some flower seeds (none of those have come up yet), I've started using our compost to make the soil healthier (it's mostly sand), I have tomatoes sprouting, snow peas coming up, a papaya tree seed growing (so exciting!), lemongrass thriving, orchids, poinsettias that are still going strong from November, 2 kinds of basil, mint, aloe and a hot pepper plant. This past weekend I had so much fun hunting for vintage items that could be used as planters at the antique market near my school.
After I work in the yard relaxing on the front patio in the hammock is even more enjoyable! (Which is where I sit and type this right now).
Here's a few pictures of our garden...

Herb garden...aloe, lemongrass, basil, hot peppers 

Tomatoes, papaya, snow peas

Recycled hanging planter with cilantro seeds (idea found on pinterest!)

Experimental...tomatoes seeds coming up in egg carton & TP rolls!

Side of the house, this area is growing very well!

Mini rose bush

Climbing plant, it'll go up the fence and provide some privacy, this vine will also produce fragrant flowers.

Orchids attached to the tree with coconut husk.

I got these containers at the antique market near my school. Waiting for the flower seeds to come up.

Another climber...this one has beautiful  orange flowers that will bloom.

Grow seed, grow!

I love sitting out on our patio.

Dad's advice, to cut back these shrubs so they can fill in. The poinsettias are still going strong from November! 

I love these interesting flowers....

These yellow flowers seem to attract a lot of birds.