Northern Thailand: Pai and Chiang Mai

It's been a week since I last posted and I thought I'd give you a heads up on what has happened in my life recently. It's kind of funny to spend your birthday abroad, with no friends or family around. I've been in Pai for a few days and got to know some nice people to hang out with. Last night was wild so I woke up this morning a year older and properly hungover.
Pai is a very small town up North. I came here completely haphazardly. My plan was to head from Chang Mai to Chang Rai, but I didn't want to wait three hours in the roasting sun for my transportation so I jumped into the first bus I saw and ended up here.Lonely Planet has very little to say about this town other than:
"Oh Hippie Pai, how charming art thou! Pai sprouted up in a cool, moist corner of a mountain-fortressed valley along a rambling river. Farang stumbled through here en route to somewhere else and realised Pai was a mountain paradise of easy living. A steady scene has since settled in with the town's more permanent population of Shan, Thai and Muslim Chinese"
Pai has a great vibe. Upon arrival you immediately feel at home. People are friendly, open and interesting. A lot of them just spend the day sipping watermelon shakes while gazing across the Mae Nam Pai river. Others pop out their Laos guide and plan the next leg of their trip or share tips on good crash pads in Luang Prabang or Vientane.The town itself is a magnet for hippies and those dreadlocks from Khao San Road seem to find proper refuge out here. People in general are just very relaxed and enjoy the benefits of a slower life.
The weather is forgiving, days are warm and sunny, but after sunset it gets pretty cold. Thais start wearing balaclavas to bed, so you might as well mimic their behaviour. My wooden bungalow doesn't provide air conditioning, which would be superfluous anyway. In just one hour, temperature drops from 35 to 14 degrees Celsius. Quite a treat when you are not prepared.
I rented a motorbike with two Canadian girls I travelled with and we explored the area which offers some extraordinary scenery ranging from forest, mountains and canyons. Further up north, you can take a trek and mingle with some interesting hill tribe, the most famous being the Long Neck tribe.In my opinion, the hill tribe treks are such a tourist attraction that it really has no meaning other than that satisfying Kodak moment. I might as well skip it and stay by the swimming pool writing this diary.
Chiang Mai
Before I got here I stayed in Chiang Mai for four days. In general, people are fond of the second biggest city in Thailand. I can only express disappointment about it. It is indeed nice to take a walk down the winding sois of the old city inside the quadrangle of canals and century-old brick walls, to see how the locals live. The more you lose your way, the more liable you are to find the real Chiang Mai. Everyone who lives here, both Thai and foreigner, moans about the traffic being so bad, but they get no sympathy from anyone who's been to Bangkok recently. Ten minutes on a motorbike or twenty by car and you're hitting countryside. Chiang Mai combines the advantage of a good-sized city with plenty of jungle nearby.
When I left Kanchanaburi, I had to head back to Bangkok. Night trains to Chang Mai where hopelessly full for the next days so I splurged on a plane ticket and got there in about one hour. The rule of sum in transportation is that the faster the means, the more expensive it gets. This results in more scum roaming around airports than bus stations.I always adopt a healthy paranoia when I'm on the move, especially when I'm freighting all my belongings. I'm suspicious and usually spare no expense on reaching my destination quickly, in order to secure my stuff.
I walked out of the airport and blew past the usual mob of "rent-a-thug" Tuk Tuk drivers trying to lure you into their cab. Seeing no metered taxis around I felt exposed and thought my best option would be to jump on a public bus. I started checking the map to see where we where driving through and a friendly Englishman offered his help.James gave me loads of useful information on Thailand in general and Chiang Mai in particular. He was the one who told me about Pai, which I'm still grateful for. Having spent the last five years in Thailand, he was fluent in Thai. He also knew a lot about the culture. As I said, I'm suspicious whilst on the move and lied about the place I was staying, the amount of time I had left for travelling. I basically told him I was broke and waiting for friends to come over to lend me some money. This turned out to be a blessing. He invited me for lunch in one of those authentic Northern Thai joints. He introduced me to his Thai friend John, sitting opposite of him. John was supposedly a covert op police agent. He showed me his badge to hammer the point home. Two huge red flags were being waved in my mind. I had reached a point of no return by accepting the invitation though.
One thing about surviving in Asia is understanding the concept of Face. James Clavell has written at length on this topics in his brilliant novels. In a nutshell, you should always preserve the face of the person you are dealing with, never raise your voice to express discontent, or get hot under the collar when you don't feel at ease. On this basis, there was little I could do when I wa invited. Turning it down would result in a humiliation for all of us, with all the nasty consequences related to that. Lunch was delicious. James told me about the exquisite dishes that where served and about his photography work in the devastated Aceh province in Indonesia.
His friend John didn't utter a word. His behaviour was authoritative and nervous. He was onto something. A dozen people started to take position in the restaurant, with him giving directions. I felt he was springing a trap... on me. I don't believe in free lunches.
My mind was made up. I had to leave this without creating any commotion, but he wouldn't let me. He had the word lowlife written all over him. Fortunately he wasn't as crafty at being a mobster like Don Corleone, and the way it all played out I was the one walking away with some great tips and a very nice free lunch. The whole thing gave me an adrenaline rush because I knew it could have landed me at the sharp end of a knife.
Anyway, I'm all relaxed up here, having a wonderfully time. A CD full of pictures is on a plane back to Brussels as I write this. My brother will post a careful selection online soon.
I hope you are all well.
Best regards,
Rem.


