Muddy Buddy!

Post-race photo

Post-race photo

You can’t really know what to expect until you’ve tried Muddy Buddy yourself! Muddy Buddy is an “adventure fun run” organized by a rural school about 45 minutes from Nelson. we knew that people would be in costumes, and we’d prepared ourselves with a trip to the thrift store for togas and the $2 store for accessories. What we didn’t expect was just HOW MANY people would be there! For a family from a town of 2500 people, a race with 1400 participants was a bit of a shock! Very well-organized, and awesome fun though!

Some groups did register to race competitively, but our family joined in the one-lap fun-run. The whole thing was hilarious! The rules were simple – stay on the track, and cross the finish line with your buddy.

This is an approximate description of the race:

Awaiting the mass start

  1. Duct-tape your shoes on before starting (mandatory)
  2. Mass start, through the starting gates and crawl over a huge mountain of hay bales
  3. Over some tires
  4. Past an orchard
  5. Through a creek with hoses spraying water at you
  6. Through a slippery tunnel under the road
  7. Over some rocks and through another, muddier creek
  8. Follow a track which takes you through the muddiest parts ofthe estuary, often with mud up to your knees
  9. Crawl under a net suspended one foot off the ground over a patch of gooey mud – after this, there’s no looking back – everyone is covered in a thick layer of mudtires - the only section of the race I could photograph
  10. Continue on the track, through mucky ravines until it loops back
  11. Back through the creek, tunnel, orchard, and hay bales to the start/finish line, where a photographer is waiting to take team photos
  12. Brace yourself for the extremely cold showers – firefighters come spray water over you to clean yourself off- eep!

We did Muddy Buddy with our friends from Wakatu Lodge, Melissa, Max and Molly. All around, it was a great day! Beautiful, sunny, and extremely muddy! In retrospect, the togas were a terrible idea – they each weighed about 20 pounds by the end of the race! Bringing my camera in my pocket was another bad idea. At least it was in a ziplock bag, but I couldn’t get it out during the race – with all the crawling, my hands were covered in thick, clay-like mud the entire time. I wish I had photos of us inching through the mud up to our knees, but alas… you’ll have to imagine it!

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School days in Nelson, New Zealand

A little bit nervous on day one!

“I could join the school band, or maybe the student council,” Olie has big plans for his one-month in school here!

Both Finn and Olie were initially nervous about starting school here, and now, after three weeks, both boys are counting out the days on the calendar, hoping that they can stay in school longer!

Every morning we walk Finn and Olie down the street to their school. The school day starts at 9 am, so they have some time to play before school. One great thing about their school is that often the supervising teachers play with the kids and teach them new games on the playground. This makes it much easier for new kids to join in. Finn has learned the basics of cricket, and Olie’s even tried rugby! We’ve watched other kids learning to play tennis before school.

The kids’ school has a real focus on physical fitness. There is an outdoor pool on the school grounds, so the kids are swimming three times/week at school. Their school is not alone – apparently most New Zealand schools have a swimming pool. In addition, the classes go outside frequently for “fitness,” which is usually playing a running game (i.e. dead ant tag, German tag, seaweed). They also have regular Physical Education classes where they are learning volleyball and football. All of this is in addition to the playing they do outside at lunch, morning tea (recess), and before school.

I stole this photo from Finn's class blog

I stole this photo of art class from Finn’s class blog

The classes all seem to do as much outdoors as possible, including reading. Every time we go by the school, we can see several classes outside doing something. All of the kids eat outside in the shade for lunch. (Of course, it’s much easier to do that in this climate, where the kids don’t have to spend 15 minutes putting on their outdoor clothing every time they outside!)

The school also has a strong focus on art, music and creativity, as well as technology. Finn is really enjoying his art projects and Olie’s class is learning sign language and a few Maori phrases. Olie’s class has music lessons each week and Finn’s teacher plays guitar in class. Every class in the school has a blog, and the older students each have their own blog. It’s a great way for parents to “spy” on the classroom and find out what our kids are actually doing during the day.

Finn in the freestyle finals. He's second from the bottom - look at all those fast kids!

Finn in the freestyle finals. He’s second from the bottom – look at all those fast kids!

Their school also has a swimming sports day for each age group (Finn is in the Senior Syndicate, and Olie is in the Middle Syndicate). This is like any swim meet, but it includes every single kid in the school. They have fun races for kids who are less confident, and longer races for most of them. It was awesome to see just how fit ALL of the kids at this school are! If Finn were to race against all of the grade 5’s in Fort Smith, there would be a few boys at the front of the pack, and the rest would be lagging well behind. In his new school, there aren’t just a few kids who swim fast – the majority of the kids are excellent swimmers! Finn did make it onto the team to represent his school at the Inter-school swim meet in two events, and he had to work very hard for it. He was thrilled to come home from the Inter-school meet with a third in backstroke and a second-place in the relay. We are very proud of him!

Abel Tasman Coastal Track

Abel Tasman Coastal Track

Perhaps the most exciting thing about being in school is that Finn is getting ready to go to Year 6 camp with his class in mid-March. They will be going on a 4-day camp in the beautiful Abel Tasman National Park. They will be doing abseiling (rappelling), kayaking, paddleboarding, hiking and camping. Kris will be going along to help out. Olie’s too young for that school trip, so Mom will be taking him on his own 4-day hiking adventure in a different part of the same park.

Olie in room 16

Honestly, being here makes me realize the degree to which physical fitness and the arts have suffered in Canadian schools. Both of those things were much more a part of my school day as a child than they are of my kids’ average school day in Canada. I feel like Canadian schools have put so much focus on academics, to the detriment of everything else. Canadian teachers have such a crazy curriculum that they have to teach to, and less and less resources every year. I may be wrong, but it seems that New Zealand primary teachers have more flexibility. When I see how fit and happy the kids and teachers are in New Zealand schools, I think that we, in Canada, may be on the wrong track.

One other thing to love about New Zealand school… no hotdogs here – every Wednesday is Subway sandwich day, and every Friday is sushi day!

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Talk like a Kiwi kid…

Finn ran up to the centre of NZ - the rest of us walked!

Finn ran up to the centre of NZ – the rest of us walked!

“We found a new bug Mom – it’s called a cicader!”

It is so funny to hear Finn and Olie talking like the Kiwi kids. If it’s a word they’ve never heard before (like cicada), of course they pronounce it exactly as they heard it. They come home from school talking about morning tea (recess), togs (swim trunks), drink bottles, press ups and cricket.

Kirsten at our new home, Wakatu Lodge.

Kirsten at our new home, Wakatu Lodge.

Nelson, New Zealand, has been a wonderful surprise! We arrived here three weeks ago with no real plan. Within a week, we’d found a great boarding house to live at (full of other 8-10 year-old boys, as it turned out). We were also lucky enough to sign our kids up for the local public school for a few weeks as well as the local swim team, both within walking distance of the lodge. This has turned out to be better than we ever could have hoped!

Our timing could not have been better to arrive in Nelson. The boys started school on the second day of school, so they didn’t miss a thing. It is still summer here, and the weather has been perfect. On the weekends, we have been riding around on borrowed bikes, swimming in the river, hiking and geocaching. We’ve also been to a little music festival and to Nelson’s amazing farmer’s market.

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One of our favourite swimming holes on the Maitai River

Nelson just matches our family. It is surrounded by beautiful hills, with hiking paths all through them. There are bike paths all through the town. All of the hiking trails and bike paths are very well used. Physical activity seems to be much more of a way of life here than it is at home – most of the parents at school walk or bike their kids to and from school every day.

Nelson has a big focus on environmental sustainability. In the grocery stores, there are many products that were sourced within 200 km. There is also a community “Open Orchard” project – there are hundreds of mature fruit and olive trees mapped out all over town that are open for people to harvest from. We sometimes pick apples on the walk home from school. The kids school has an environmental club and a school garden, and there is another community garden within walking distance. The town has a great recycling centre where you can recycle, or scavenge items to re-use.

Nelson also has a cooking school with a great cheap cafe open for lunch every Thursday – a nice “date” for Kris and I while the kids are in school.

Mom and Dad hiking while the kids are in school

Mom and Dad hiking while the kids are in school

March will be a great month in Nelson. We are looking forward to a family mud-run next weekend, and a kids’ triathlon the week after that, followed by two different 4-day camping trips in the Abel Tasman National Park. Next week, Olie will be swimming in the Middle Syndicate school swim day, and Finn will be representing the school at the Senior Inter-school meet. Both boys will also be swimming at their club swim night (by Friday night they should be tired!)

Finn summed up something that we have all been thinking: “I kind of just want to stay here Mom. I mean, even when we’re done school, we could just stay at Wakatu Lodge for another month.”

It is going to be hard to leave here when we do have to go!

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“He doesn’t have a fever – it’s just hot here”

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Bali was supposed to be relaxing. We had planned 18-days in one beautiful rural location outside of Ubud. We wanted to be well-rested before we traveled to Assam, India, for our volunteer placement with Fertile Ground.

Best laid plans…

Truth be told, our concerns had begun before we arrived in Indonesia. In late November, Kris had been attacked by a dog in Thailand. Since we’d had all of our pre-trip vaccinations, including rabies, we just treated it like any other wound, and didn’t go to a clinic. Two weeks later, in rural Laos, another traveler informed us that we really should have taken Kris into the clinic on the day of the dog bite for more needles. So, two weeks late, Kris did get the next three required vaccinations in Laos. We hoped that would be good enough.

Kris’ bites healed well, and we were counting ourselves lucky… until one month later, in Malaysia, when his biggest dog bite (now healed closed) suddenly turned hot, red and itchy. At the same time, Kris came down with flu-like symptoms.

This was not good.

Fifty-five thousand people per year die of rabies. Mostly in South East Asia and Africa. Once you exhibit symptoms, rabies is always fatal.

So we went to a doctor. She essentially told us “I don’t think you have rabies, but if you do, there’s nothing we can do for you.” She gave Kris some antibacterial cream and told us to come back in two days if he was worse.

So, we spent our last two nights in Malaysia sleepless, thinking that Kris might be dying, but he didn’t develop a fever so we convinced ourselves that he was okay. We flew to Indonesia.

bali 435On our first day in Ubud, Finn was trying to get Dad into the pool, when Kris said he was a little feverish. Trisha, our hostess, was concerned, but I brushed it off: “He doesn’t have a fever – it’s just hot here!” It was significantly hotter than it had been in Melaka.

By the next evening, it was clear that he really did have a fever. While the kids slept, we walked out to a rice paddy crying and talking about life and death. If he did have rabies, there was every chance that he would be dead within 10 days. Kris was very philosophical, and said that Bali was a pretty good place to spend your last days, but I knew that if he died, there was no way I’d be fit to travel around the world with his body and our grieving kids. So, we decided to go to the clinic in the morning. If he did have rabies, we’d try to get him back to Vancouver as fast as possible, so his parents could at least come see him and say goodbye.

Rabies is hard to test for until you are dead. The doctor at the clinic was concerned about rabies, but he did say that he wanted to rule out a few other things first, namely malaria and dengue fever. They did some blood tests.

Within three hours, the clinic called our guest house with the instructions “Tell them to get to the clinic right now – it’s bad.” Trisha bundled the four of us into her car and drove us back to the clinic.

In the Emergency Room in Denpasar

In the Emergency Room in Denpasar

To our surprise, they said that Kris needed to be immediately hospitalized. He had Dengue Hemorrhagic Fever, a low platelet count, and was at risk of internal bleeding. We hired a car and took him to the hospital, which was in another town, about 1.5 hours away. Very nice hospital, but it felt so wrong to leave him there and drive back to Ubud with the kids. Somehow at the hospital, eight-year old Olie learned that people can die from dengue. That was a stressful night. Fed the kids, e-mailed the health insurance folks, booked a new hotel near the hospital. In the morning, I phoned Kris, packed up, moved to the next town, and took the kids to the hospital for our first visit.

The next week was hell. Doctor Saraswati had warned us that Kris would continue to get worse until day seven, which would be the crisis day (after which he would either get better or have serious complications). She warned of bleeding, bruising, and delirium. Not things that you want your kids to see, but of course, the kids wanted to see him every day.

There was also still a chance that he could die. 22,000 people/ year die from this type of dengue (yes, much better odds than rabies, but it wasn’t quite the relief I was hoping for). I did some Internet research about how to involve your kids in the death of a parent, and read that at this age, their involvement should be by choice. If you don’t involve them, they might not forgive you. So… I had to have the talk with them in the hotel room at night, about delirium, bleeding, bruising and death, and let them decide if they wanted to be there. They both said that they did, but I told them that if they ever wanted to leave, we could. Which of course, would have meant leaving my gravely ill husband alone in a foreign hospital. Not really a great choice.

bali 111For the first three days that Kris was in hospital, I didn’t have any childcare. The kids had to accompany me to every hospital visit, which meant that they were there to overhear the doctor, and to see the nurses trying to clean the blood backed up in Kris’ IV lines. Not pretty stuff.

Of course we were all scared, but we were all pretending not to be. The kids were acting up and fighting, and the parents did not have the patience to deal with it. One night at bedtime, Olie started crying. I hugged him and immediately started crying too, which caused him to burst into laughter “Don’t cry on me!” We called Finn over, and had a big crying and laughing cuddle. That broke some of the tension. After that, we were able to have a good, calm visit with Dad every morning.

By Kris’ fourth day in hospital, I  finally had things organized. My mom had decided on her own to fly around the world to help me, which was a huge relief. Whatever happened, at least I wouldn’t be alone with the kids. I’d also moved the kids into a hotel closer to the hospital that had a “Kids Club,” and hired a nanny to stay there with them until my mom arrived so I could stay with Kris during the worst couple of days. I took the kids to the hospital at 7 am for their morning visit, and then back to the hotel to spend the day with the nanny so I could return to the hospital and stay with Kris.

Hospital visits

Hospital visits

Kris, meanwhile, was still feverish, and getting weaker every day, as expected. His blood platelets were dropping by the day. Watching the numbers drop was eerily similar to our experience when he got a crazy blood disease (cold agglutinin hemolysis) several years ago. Like then, there was not much we could do but wait and watch the numbers, hoping that soon they’d start to go up.

Luckily, Kris made it through the critical day seven with no complications. He had a tiny bit of bruising, and it did take a little longer for his platelet levels to rise than the doctor was expecting, but after six days in hospital, he was released to be monitored as an outpatient. He was still very weak for several weeks afterwards, but has steadily gained strength and endurance since then.

Kris was incredibly lucky. Dengue can be very serious, and the best predictor of a positive outcome is getting good healthcare, and getting it early. Because the early symptoms are vague, most people aren’t treated as early as Kris was. If we hadn’t been concerned about rabies, the doctor wouldn’t have even done the blood test until Kris had had a fever for three days. Terrifying as it was, that rabies scare was very good for Kris’ health.

As it turns out, Kris had unknowingly had dengue fever before, which is why he got the hemorrhagic kind this time. Each time you get dengue, it gets more dangerous, so we made the decision to change our itinerary completely, and stay out of the tropics for now. This unfortunately changed our plans to volunteer in India, but it just wasn’t the right time for our family.

We were originally planning to go back to Canada for Kris’ recuperation period, but that 30-hour flight would have been rough, and also we remembered that January in Canada can be fairly miserable. So… we looked at closer countries, and settled on New Zealand, a beautiful country, where there are no insects, snakes or animals that can kill you.

Christmas in Melaka

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Santa hats from the Portuguese settlement market – this year’s Christmas eve present

“Thanks for keeping our expectations low Mom!” Finn (ever astute).

We arrived in Melaka on the evening of December 23, which gave us almost no time to prepare for Christmas. I was hoping that the condo we’d rented would have a plant we could decorate and an oven for Christmas baking – no such luck! Ah well… a trip to the grocery store and 7-eleven yielded a pack of coloured computer paper and some tape, and we set to work – paper chains, and a beautiful flat Christmas tree, and we were ready!

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Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree!

We told the kids that we couldn’t travel with presents, so we’d be giving only coupons for Christmas. This isn’t a new thing  – we’ve been giving the kids coupons in their stockings for years – things like: “one family movie night,” “one trip to the ice cream store,” “one trip to the pool,” or the much-coveted “double-allowance”and “30 minutes of screen time” coupons. This year, however, the kids got in on the fun, writing out coupons for each other and for us.

After spending the afternoon decorating the house, writing out coupons, and swimming in the outdoor pool, we went to the food court across the street for supper. After supper, we walked about a km down the street to the Portuguese Settlement.

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Portuguese Settlement Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve is a big night in this part of town. All of the houses are decorated with tonnes of lights, and they have a community open house – you can walk into people’s patios to see their decorations. Of course the hawkers were out, selling electronic reindeer hats, and tonnes of other random stuff. This was actually quite handy, since we were able to buy a couple of small things for the kids. After the kids went to bed, the fireworks from the Portuguese Settlement were amazing – they began at midnight, and continues sporadically until at least 2 am.

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Paper stockings – this is the first year Santa’s brought us seaweed!

When the kids had gone to bed, we made up some paper stockings and wrapped up our few presents. The kids were thrilled to wake up and find some stuff under the “tree.”

The  kids gave each other some clever coupons like: “I won’t tell Mom and Dad when you do something bad,” and “I will read you a book.” Ironically, each boy gave the other a “free wrestling” coupon. The parents received coupons for help with dishes, laundry, and making popcorn. The coupon that surprised us the most was this one which had somehow found its’ way into Finn’s envelope:

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Good luck redeeming this one!

Other gifts of note were slingshots brought from the market in Laos, cheap watches from the Melaka bus station, a big ball that doesn’t look like a soccer ball so that the kids can play soccer right under the sign that says: “No football,”  firecrackers, elastics to shoot, and paper lanterns to light and release (yes, two things on that list would be illegal in Canada…)

We spent the afternoon doing the only “baking” we could do in this little kitchen – melting chocolate to make candy-cane bark (with candycanes we’ve secretly carried since Florida). Then we went outside for a swim, and went back to the food court for “Christmas Supper.”

We all had a very nice Christmas. It was amazing to see how excited and thankful the kids were for the few gifts that they did receive. It really made me realize how important expectations are to happiness. As Finn correctly noted, this Christmas was great, because it was better than expected. I know that this may be almost impossible to replicate at home, but for this year, it was lovely.

Slow boat to Laos

Laos - boat 039Not everyone loves it, but the two-day slow boat ride from the Thai border to Luang Prabang, Laos, was a great way for our family to travel. You could book package tours from Chiang Mai all the way to Luang Prabang, but since the whole trip can be done on public transit, it isn’t necessary at all.  In the end, we did book the first part of the trip, the minibus to the border town of Chiang Kong, with a tour company, just because it meant we didn’t have to wake up stupid early.

Longboat across the Thai-Laos border

Longboat across the Thai-Laos border

Day one began with us taking a song-thaew from Bob’s place in Hang Dong into town, and another to the meeting place. We waited about an hour for the mini-bus, and then drove about 5 hours to Chiang Kong. Both boys got sick on this twisty mountain drive – ugh! We left the group at that point, walked down to the Thai border, got stamped out of Thailand, hopped on a little longboat ferry across to the Laos side, and filled out some paperwork to get a Laos Visa-on-Arrival. When we got into Laos, we walked up the hill, found a guesthouse, had supper and bought slow boat tickets for the next day. Immediately upon crossing the Laos border, there were baguettes for sale everywhere – funny, since we saw no bread at all in Thailand. Baguettes and crepes are everywhere here – I guess a legacy of French Colonial rule…

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The unlucky people in the aisles didn’t get up early enough (or chose the wrong tour group)

We had read that if you don’t arrive early, you may get terrible seats (or no seat at all), so early the next day we were up and ready. Then we waited… until 9:30 for the tuktuk. Then we picked up our tickets, got on our boat, and chose our seats. As it turned out, we were far earlier than we needed to be… the boat didn’t leave until 1 pm when all the tour groups had arrived. We were so thankful we weren’t in that throng of people, all crossing the border at once – there were many people who got stuck sitting near the engine room, and many more sitting in the aisles.

Our seats were great! Not a lot of legroom, but pretty much the same as being on a greyhound bus. The entire boat was jammed with tourists – mostly between 19 and 25, and many of them had brought copious amounts of alcohol. The front of the boat and the area behind the engine room became party/ drinking game areas. Thankfully we were somewhere in the middle.

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Solitaire master

After about 5 hours motoring down the river, past remote and scenic villages, we arrived in Pakbeng. We found a fine guest house, and paid $13/night total. We’d heard that tomorrow’s boat would be smaller, so we decided to get up early again for the second day. Kris and the boys went down to the dock to get a seat on the boat, and Kirsten went to buy egg sandwiches and baguettes for the day. As it turned out, the boat was too full, so they sent two boats, one much nicer than the other. Since Kris was one of the first to arrive at the dock, we got a seat on the luxury boat, with tables, comfy chairs, and a sound system. After about 7 hours of slow motoring, we arrived in Luang Prabang, where we bought tickets for a tuktuk into town.

Some people complain about the trip being boring, but for us, it was great! It’s nice to have enforced “down time” every once in a while. We read books, played cards, took photos and chatted.


Kris rides on the back of the Songthaew

Kris rides on the back of the Songthaew

Chiang Mai is a town that is very much on the tourist trail – it is a town full of temples, guesthouses and backpackers. Many people speak English and there are many vegetarian restaurants – It is a very easy place to visit. Our experience in Chiang Mai was a little different. We rented out two rooms from a fellow we met online. Our host Bob, a Canadian who has lived in Thailand for 30 years, described the area as a village (as it probably was when he first arrived). As it turned out, we would be staying behind a large modern gas station/ 7-eleven complex and a major freeway, in a fairly industrial area of furniture warehouses and autobody shops. To a family from a town of 2500 people, this did not match our expectation of a village!

As it turned out, staying in Hang Dong had some unexpected benefits. Although being in a local area where few people spoke English made ordering vegetarian food harder, it also forced us to be more creative. Our lives soon fell into a fairly predictable rhythm.

Wake up and eat bananas, raw red-skinned peanuts and water. Sometimes the boys would go for a run with Kris.

Kirsten almost always walked a kilometre down the road for a morning Thai Massage, given by one of four women who spoke little English in a huge white open-air building. These women are amazing at what they do – they do many things that remind me of physiotherapy or chiropractics. Each day, they start at your feet and work up to your head. They pull, stretch, and push every joint and muscle in your body until it is where it’s supposed to be. This is not a wimpy massage but you can tell it’s good for you! $3 for a one-hour massage – excellent! Everyone in our family tried it at least once or twice. This was not a tourist-oriented massage shop – all of the signs were in Thai and all of their other clients were Thai.

Breakfast of rice and curry at the strip mall food court

Breakfast of rice and curry at the strip mall food court

For breakfast or lunch, we would go to the strip mall food court next to the 7-eleven. One of the stalls there was owned by a man who spoke enough  English to understand that Kirsten and Finn are vegetarians, so he would cook either fried rice or spicy vegetable curry for them. Olie and Kris had a lot more choices, and could go to other vendors as well. This meal, which came with soup and iced tea, cost 35 baht, or just over $1.

Our favourite Smoothie woman

Our favourite Smoothie woman

At least once per day we walked the 1.5 kilometres down the freeway to the Hang Dong Market. Again, this is a very local market, which means we weren’t paying inflated tourist prices. We bought a smoothie from the same woman every day. She would mix up our choice of fruits or vegetables in a blender with ice, and what we first thought was water, but actually turned out to be sugary syrup. The most memorable smoothies were the watercress smoothie and the carrot/lime smoothie. If we got to the market before 9 am or after 5 pm, Kris and Olie would buy chicken satay cooked in coconut and peanut sauce. We often bought bananas, peanuts, and mandarin oranges at the market, and the boys were thrilled to find out that they could legally buy fireworks.

Every afternoon, we would visit our friend Pineapple Man on his street corner, and watch in awe as he cut up our day’s pineapple,

Some days, we would fill up a one-litre water bottle at the street stand on the corner. For one baht, we’d get a litre of purified water. This system is brilliant – it is much cheaper than buying bottled water, it’s much better for the environment, and it means that nearly everyone has access to clean drinking water. Even the people making street foods use purified water in their stands.

On days when we needed to go into Chiang Mai proper (to wait around at the Indian Consulate, for example), we would walk out to the main freeway, cross six lanes of terrifying traffic, and flag down a songthaew on the other side of the road. These are pickup trucks with a bench on each side and some racks to hold onto on the back. They are cheap, always stuffed full of people, and a very great way to get around. The yellow trucks were on a fixed route into town, and the red ones would take you wherever you wanted to go when you arrived in town.

Great food at Indy's

Great food at Indy’s

Because the 7-eleven food court was closed at night and the market was too far to walk in the dark, we almost always ate supper at Indy’s Cafe. This was a great little Thai/Western restaurant run by a lovely young Thai couple who were happy to make dishes without meat for vegetarians. Since we were only eating two main meals/day, we sometimes went to 7-eleven for ice cream for dessert.

Images in and around Chiang Mai

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