tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530929828733037602024-03-14T00:11:49.553-04:00Plunge. Drift. Breath. LiveAdventuring is living.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675859933885984223noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153092982873303760.post-10763901835595946202012-08-26T10:23:00.000-04:002012-08-26T10:23:25.561-04:0090 Days in Maine and the Month of Unfortunate EventsA quarter of a year in one place; few will be surprised that I’m updating with news of yet another transition. I plan to spend the month of September in Newport, Road Island working as an executive house keeper in a very large private estate. It is a freelance position and I’m promising myself to return to Maine and work for Vicki on October 1st. Life events have given me few other choices but to spend another stint in private service for the extremely wealthy. I will miss Maine and hope my love for this place and the pivotal people in my life will be reaffirmed with distance. I’m hoping to learn from a new city and make connections with each person I encounter on this new journey. I’m looking forward to provisioning in excellent farmers markets and cooking in a very well equipped kitchen. Happy to fluff towels, arrange flowers, and obsessively fold laundry for a month. There can be satisfaction and lessons in familiar tasks. <br /><br />August swarmed me like a bully attacking my confidence and body. The last weekend of July brought a restless feeling of itchy feet that inspired me to wake, drive, and spend the day in Acadia National Park hiking and lounging next to a lake in my hammock. It settled my soul for the moment, but the tick that most likely found me that day would ravage my body for the next month with bacteria named Lyme disease. My recently purchased car then broke down in Vermont while at a wedding. It sat abandoned at a Subaru dealership in New Hampshire for two weeks before Matt and I could drive down and retrieve it on a flat bed trailer. I took it to a local auto shop for some VERY pricy repairs which attacked my well guarded emergency funds. Three weeks without a car in this small town robbed me of my routine and forced me to learn how to ask and receive help. I was over come by a sense of doom, depression, and fatigue. I ignored the aches, pains, night sweats, and fatigue of Lyme disease for 3 weeks before experiencing sever jaw pain and the paralysis of the left side of my face. A trip to urgent care and a fast blood test confirmed the case and I am now 4 days into the drugs. A bacterial infection, not self inflicted anxiety and stress sickness, was attacking my mind and body. <br /><br />I sit here trying to make sense of this month of unfortunate events. I try to be thankful that the symptoms of this illness will effect me for months not years thanks to the obvious symptoms that lead to my diagnosis. Thankful for Matt and Meg who support me with kindness and a sense of calm. Thankful that I have a back up skill set and professional network that produced a job within days of looking for one. I hope to come back to Maine revived, healthy, and ready for the gifts of Fall. I’m ready to leave the month of unfortunate events in the wake of my mobile life. <br /><br /><br />Best,<br />Amanda Mar <br />Camden, Me Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675859933885984223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153092982873303760.post-87345243185996635952012-07-10T16:31:00.001-04:002012-07-10T18:43:21.250-04:001 Month in Maine<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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Hello blogosphere, it’s been long months of transition and
adventures.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve landed in Camden,
Maine and have started an entirely new adventure - a life of consistency.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My trip to Southeast Asia made it clear that
I was missing community, consistency, and meaningful work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I set the intention during my last week in
Thailand to make the move to Camden, Maine by summer 2012.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could not anticipate then what the path to
Maine would look like and how the months of transition would take their toll on
my physical, mental, and emotional health.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>First know that I am now settled, employed, experiencing nature, writing
daily, surrounded by new friends, and happier then any other time in recent memory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am reaffirmed daily that this is exactly
where I’m suppose to be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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The planes from Bangkok sent me back to my aunt’s house in
St. Petersburg Florida.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Again Gail and
Pam offered me the solid confidence boosting support I needed and appreciate so
much from them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After a week of recovery
I took a trip to South Florida for some yacht interviews, and as fate and
connections happen spent 2 weeks freelancing on the boat I left before my Asia
trip.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was good to have some
consistent work and cash in hand, but the job made it clear that I no longer
wanted to work on yachts and I needed to continue to make every effort towards
Maine.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But first my heart led me to Antigua for a week seeking out
a summer love, but time and distance made it all go sour and I left slightly
heart broken and at odds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bumped, but
not broken I regrouped in St. Pete, shopped for a new smart wardrobe with Gail,
and took a plane to Boston for the Northeast Sustainable Energy Associates
annual conference.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A few days of
intense learning, networking, and a fair amount of doubt ended on a bus to
Camden.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I spent three beautifully
healing weeks of self-discovery and networking at Meg’s house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her space and hospitality are an incredible
gift given freely exactly when I need them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>By the end of my trip I was prepared to commit to an apartment and life
in Maine beginning June 1<sup>st</sup>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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I flew to Tampa on March 25 for a quick regroup before a mad
rush around Ft. Lauderdale for interviews and errands that resulted in no job
and a lot of brain damaging traffic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In
retrospect I can be so thankful that could be my last FLL shuffle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On the 31<sup>st</sup> I flew to Abaco and
spent a week with my Dad on Casique for his 65<sup>th</sup> Birthday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a hard week as the demons of
unemployment and the unknown sank in and the ghosts of the harbor and the loss
of Casamar rumbled in my mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
Universe provided me once again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My crew
agent set me up with a job on Abaco freelancing aboard a 90 ft<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>motor yacht for three weeks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dad drove me to the boat and I feel into
three weeks of solid work and scheming towards Maine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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I set up three more weeks of work with the boat with three
weeks off in between.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This meant flying
to Florida, buying a car, and driving the 2500 miles to Maine by myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With research help from Dad I bought a
reliable 2005 Subaru Forester to make the trek to Maine and keep me safe in my
first snowy driving season this winter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The drive was truly refreshing with lots of time to think and
contemplate what comes next.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was
ready to do another week of full force networking and seeking out work in
Maine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I flew back to the Bahamas just
before my birthday without a job.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Luckily I lined up enough yacht work to float me for a few months so I
had some ammunition to battle all the doubt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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The second trip on Triple Net was finished in a flash.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I continued to scheme and job search.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Again I was reaffirmed with the power of
Craigslist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I found, interviewed, and
was offered the perfectly matched position in Camden, Maine from my stateroom
in the Bahamas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m not sure how any one
found a job before the Internet era. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I flew back to Camden, Maine and started work as a program
manager for Worden Associates, INC a week later.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m using my writing, research,
communication, and organization skills everyday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is a lot of room to grow in this
strategic planning and communication firm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It feels like a total gift that I connected with my boss, who put in 25
years in D.C. before moving her family and business to Camden.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m completing meaningful work and got to
skip the stress and expense of entry-level life in a major city.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Again, thank you universe and the power of
intention.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Today is my 1-month anniversary of living in Camden.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I find myself literally saying out load, “I
am so happy” almost daily.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In every
direction there is a new beautiful place to discover or rediscover in a
different light.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have a new love
interest in my life who treats me daily to his open heart, thoughtfulness, and
care.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am meeting new and interesting
young people carving out a life for themselves on this coast in so many
different ways.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am in love with Maine
and can fell that life of simplicity, love, and meaningful experience I envisioned
while traveling becoming reality.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Here are two links to my facebook photo albums in transition
and in Maine: <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.883487711714.2257880.33305234&type=3&l=7df9d0ea8e">http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.883487711714.2257880.33305234&type=3&l=7df9d0ea8e</a>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.943577511274.2266658.33305234&type=3&l=0fce76ed6b">http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.943577511274.2266658.33305234&type=3&l=0fce76ed6b</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Smiles,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Amanda Mar <o:p></o:p></div>
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Camden, <o:p></o:p></div>
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Me <o:p></o:p></div>
<!--EndFragment-->Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675859933885984223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153092982873303760.post-31208207892816058362012-01-21T23:09:00.001-05:002012-01-21T23:09:15.713-05:00Luang Prabang, LaosLuang Prabang is ready to whisk you away from the dirty road and riverside poverty you witnessed on your journey to this French Colonial capital. The charming streets are well laid out along the Mekong and connecting rivers. Bursting bogunviallias and elegant, aging, two story buildings converted to cafes with rooms above line the streets near the river. The smell of fresh croissants tempt tourist for a European break during their South East Asian adventure. Sit at one of the riverside restaurants and eat a fresh, organic, green salad, and steamed fish. Luang Prabang's modern use is like a theme park of beauty waiting for European dollars to buy the pizza, the hand made bag, the died textile, and the over priced room. The formula has worked, and you can see the dollars circulating rapidly in this magical facade. I certainly gave them plenty of mine. <br />
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This post sounds cynical, but truthfully I enjoyed the city. I did all those beautifully indulgent things and took in a few temples for good measure. I drank wine, ate bread, pizza, mojitos, coffee cake, and gelato. I bought beautiful, cottage industry, hand made things from the night market. I peddled along the lanes on a vintage push bike taking in the flowers and the river scents. We ate giant baguette sandwiches on the sandy banks of the Mekong and watched monks tend organic gardens in the fertile soil. I bathed in the cool, green, calcium rich waterfall outside the city. Then the spell was broken and I boarded the night bus<br />
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Authentic when looked at through a modern anthropological context, the city juxtaposed to the rest of Laos hints at the difficulties in the post-colonial state. The city prospers on a tourist economy thanks to the French influence of beauty, food, and pleasure. These are hardly gifts of sustainable development. The bus ride to Vientiane, the modern capital, reveals a more true impression. It takes 13 hours to travel just 250 kilometers along rough paved roads over mountains and through dusty towns. Are the tourists suppose to be so charmed by the fresh baguette that we would look away from the poverty, the rotting infrastructure, and the con artists? I did not have the time or energy to discover the real story. I'll have to be satisfied with the glimpse for now. <br />
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A slow life of agriculture beat into the hilly land scape, water buffalo napping in the sand, small children waving with dogs running at their feet reveals itself along the banks. Sometimes we feel like the zoo as groups of locals stare at the crowded boats of western tourist pass by the isolated villages. Sometimes it feels like safari where we stock glimpses of the poor and capture their image with cameras costing more then a year of education for those school-less children. Barbara and I sit next to each other gorging on sandwiches, Oreos, and Pringles. We spend the night in a river village existing and thriving because of the hundreds of foreigners appearing and disappearing daily as they cruise along the river. Hours give way to days until we reach the port in Luan Probang, battle for our bags, and walk the streets until we decide to splurge on a room with real, hot, water pressure to wake us from our slow boat commas. <br />
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The aging roads and busses make travel down the Mekong the more comfortable option to travel into Laos Northern interior. I appreciated the two days of nothingness and the small windows into life on the Mekong.<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghUUlmoikELHWlMAo_siIE5zhyphenhyphenCFhGxDRvqtkfXshGWZ88BvTVZedzTuaENL0YRaB6wzc06yprT97EzPOha3A7TMRCJM2Luyc5j7wZciRXdeLhKP-A28TLzIaAgg5OLk717y3DOGIRZQSd/s640/blogger-image--1236245018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghUUlmoikELHWlMAo_siIE5zhyphenhyphenCFhGxDRvqtkfXshGWZ88BvTVZedzTuaENL0YRaB6wzc06yprT97EzPOha3A7TMRCJM2Luyc5j7wZciRXdeLhKP-A28TLzIaAgg5OLk717y3DOGIRZQSd/s640/blogger-image--1236245018.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYsiSLuIQTP5AuyFqK08M4LRU6ZRzQ8OLM5PNHrAkAd7g1Xxvi5xiBrbAxeuTUqml9QaCkC-QvHMRqz3iUdJmztOhi6r1e9M6Df9DPWDksWjjMQgSjJAljBbEiCCFXHqa7bJd_WgR3Irhh/s640/blogger-image--639671272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYsiSLuIQTP5AuyFqK08M4LRU6ZRzQ8OLM5PNHrAkAd7g1Xxvi5xiBrbAxeuTUqml9QaCkC-QvHMRqz3iUdJmztOhi6r1e9M6Df9DPWDksWjjMQgSjJAljBbEiCCFXHqa7bJd_WgR3Irhh/s640/blogger-image--639671272.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFjSXXbe4BysUzjNKEA1fi13pYTIJFSqE1RmW_toarM9oT8HpPMHgTrox6sbrkFxGZa_HM905BWv9JHeedrIykJNTHMR-zOu8Bx9Sxz5TVP_OY4swNV48qGN4cwQo-aWEXiipKvHcaAeez/s640/blogger-image--541189165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFjSXXbe4BysUzjNKEA1fi13pYTIJFSqE1RmW_toarM9oT8HpPMHgTrox6sbrkFxGZa_HM905BWv9JHeedrIykJNTHMR-zOu8Bx9Sxz5TVP_OY4swNV48qGN4cwQo-aWEXiipKvHcaAeez/s640/blogger-image--541189165.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-fn5N4xiDaWmU0i0p_y-rR_JdxcSdgG3TVQqFa79inlGjKJo9D0VJaeB9v8moDFRUTXI3skVWXtVJvoEh-E8W4Y1ZZV70NmHwIIz8daF5EEsG5C1Qb3zVerVR5WvYUCMjniMRUwEvtDRi/s640/blogger-image--1864689020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-fn5N4xiDaWmU0i0p_y-rR_JdxcSdgG3TVQqFa79inlGjKJo9D0VJaeB9v8moDFRUTXI3skVWXtVJvoEh-E8W4Y1ZZV70NmHwIIz8daF5EEsG5C1Qb3zVerVR5WvYUCMjniMRUwEvtDRi/s640/blogger-image--1864689020.jpg" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675859933885984223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153092982873303760.post-24963327902403339512012-01-12T22:10:00.001-05:002012-01-12T22:10:13.779-05:00The Gibbons ExperienceThe Gibbons Experience <br />
After reconnecting with some friends from New Years in Chang Mai on Friday, Barbara and I took a shaky local bus ride from Chang Rai to the Loas boarder on Saturday. At one point the driver stopped at a house party and took a long swig of whiskey before reboarding and navigating us around switchback turns up a mountain. The boarder crossing was easy and we grab a room and did a little dance when we saw beautiful baguette sandwiches everywhere. Two months of rice have me craving bread and we ate two of them that night. <br />
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The next morning we watched a very short video on how to zipline safely and piled into four wheel drive trucks for a the two and a half hour trip along bumpy roads avoiding dogs, kids, pigs, cows, motorbikes, and all those other unexpected things. Then we forged a small river and took a red dirt road deep into the private reserve. After a quick regroup we headed up a rocky path to base camp where we dawned harnesses and did the mandatory trekking hurry up and wait before setting out for our tree house. A few Jump Now!! zip lines and a downhill trek brought our group of ten to treehouse number one. <br />
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Our tree house was three stories sitting 70 meter from the ground supported by beams and tensioned cables within one beautiful, ancient tree. We took our meals here, slept beneath heavy mosquito nets, enjoyed an open air rain-shower with a view, and woke to misty jungle mornings. <br />
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A mountain to your left, a stream bellow you, and a painting of green in every direction, you are flying and the prospective is a thrilling mixture of serial and completely natural. My words and pictures struggle to describe the freedom and grand sense of scale and respect the beauty in the trees gave each time I zipped across. Barbara and I spent the next day alone wondering through the trails and zips. We took our time and felt free to backtrack and take it in again. We returned two hours before the other 8 people in our group. Those were beautiful hours suspended in silence among a rainforest teaming with life if you dare to be silent and open your eyes. I saw one Gibbon high in a near by tree and just like a ghost she was gone again. The next morning we enjoyed their haunting musical calls and the surrounding fog before zipping back to base and made the long drive back to town. <br />
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I'm not entirely sure about the details of the organization, but it's goals are to raise money to purchase more land and extend the scope of the private nature reserve. The experience provides jobs and steady income to the villagers within the reserve and offers an alternative to slash and burn agriculture which eats away at existing rainforest. By backpacker standards the price is high, but I viewed the money as a donation and accepted the experience as it came.<br />
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For the next two days I will be on a slow boat up the Mekong river on my way to Luang Prabang. <br />
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Amanda Mar<br />
Huey Xai, Loas<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt_HoocacA8GPojvocgbAl9LM1FueaOs2P_WmSmrz54G78TEQjaAvbGczwbisofRtf9_ReF0hA50Vlbum6NK5HmPPeY7Td_ys-SfCFcqME5WT09wE-s-z0CiWv5n0YPsOf43DBHh9vrkxY/s640/blogger-image--1094799183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt_HoocacA8GPojvocgbAl9LM1FueaOs2P_WmSmrz54G78TEQjaAvbGczwbisofRtf9_ReF0hA50Vlbum6NK5HmPPeY7Td_ys-SfCFcqME5WT09wE-s-z0CiWv5n0YPsOf43DBHh9vrkxY/s640/blogger-image--1094799183.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqr35ERx-fsh7ZX47rNR8CbOVhHIclfjxSvfJu_NjywNQhPsLTys0RB4COJ8LPOYLZSDKlsonQqvPRlBX8H5HeEZUfAFWmaJaZJo77zuuYPGC1HFu0M-voyZYi2-TinLitqcfbepr9RE_6/s640/blogger-image-1445395981.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqr35ERx-fsh7ZX47rNR8CbOVhHIclfjxSvfJu_NjywNQhPsLTys0RB4COJ8LPOYLZSDKlsonQqvPRlBX8H5HeEZUfAFWmaJaZJo77zuuYPGC1HFu0M-voyZYi2-TinLitqcfbepr9RE_6/s640/blogger-image-1445395981.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaLpYqMcWit25QlTDrqCaS_cUmk0Eo02FrvaVCPD0ODhMmu3SJuqAMTDttUqVgQUVLLLZ15oKeno0gsqYHqa6fFHrarwfdnU_k6py7wGUxTInGB29zgjbnp4MDoIC3Edb0Z_r_LFNyIwgs/s640/blogger-image--390083322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaLpYqMcWit25QlTDrqCaS_cUmk0Eo02FrvaVCPD0ODhMmu3SJuqAMTDttUqVgQUVLLLZ15oKeno0gsqYHqa6fFHrarwfdnU_k6py7wGUxTInGB29zgjbnp4MDoIC3Edb0Z_r_LFNyIwgs/s640/blogger-image--390083322.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQj4K0Ycn3GdTQqMYKoh9gAz_hyMDFQhFWfn4Ss1_g7A0I3a_MwL47ZpxFOFI3Wdq9UU8hAJoVP3cToB0bxeMUXr6X6VIVz6ynSTH8p9KkIptkKGOPkSQ_CpPohjLv0I9TLa47yY5cugqk/s640/blogger-image-1241255005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQj4K0Ycn3GdTQqMYKoh9gAz_hyMDFQhFWfn4Ss1_g7A0I3a_MwL47ZpxFOFI3Wdq9UU8hAJoVP3cToB0bxeMUXr6X6VIVz6ynSTH8p9KkIptkKGOPkSQ_CpPohjLv0I9TLa47yY5cugqk/s640/blogger-image-1241255005.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMttgS3x7AFw3lx8FKYxlptek47nh1qb9IS3Qq77i_2bnDqhyBhDUdBXQsSTKiDlSkZ3aKP6L4fN7g5cHVDWc8GyiS4pt79RzQo1VTeiVek11kkmtRix5ezrx7xF2yVJaoieNr-O58MkJ/s640/blogger-image-1266186955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMttgS3x7AFw3lx8FKYxlptek47nh1qb9IS3Qq77i_2bnDqhyBhDUdBXQsSTKiDlSkZ3aKP6L4fN7g5cHVDWc8GyiS4pt79RzQo1VTeiVek11kkmtRix5ezrx7xF2yVJaoieNr-O58MkJ/s640/blogger-image-1266186955.jpg" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675859933885984223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153092982873303760.post-8558176975405672792012-01-10T10:53:00.001-05:002012-01-10T10:53:41.671-05:00Chang Mai to ThatonChang Mai<br />
I spent the week leading up to New Years exploring and playing tourist in Chang Mai. I took a full day cooking class which brought me to a market in suburbia and a farm in the country. I ate, learned, napped, and cooked some more. I booked a white water rafting trip and enjoyed the cheap natural thrills of rushing water. I wondered by bike through alleyways, gazed at the shrines of half a dozen temples, got lost and drank coffee. I stayed at a very social guest house and made lots of fast friends to share the holiday with. We danced, lit off paper lanterns, hugged, celebrated, consumed local rum until early in the morning. We relieved New Year hang overs on comfortable cushions and in soothing cafes. I was mesmerized by Sunday walking street, a market of beautiful hand made things with every purpose and style that went on for dozens of city blocks. Chang Mai is a young, student centered, creative town. There is beauty and a laid back atmosphere around every corner. It is mesmerizing, easy to manage, and easy to be captured by. After a week I dragged myself away and sought refuge in mountainous Chang Doa. <br />
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Chang Doa is a little visited mountain town attracting bird watchers and cyclist. I needed to return to nature and step out of the twenty something backpacker scene after Chang Mai. I spent my first afternoon climbing to a mountainside monastery which offered me time to sit and breath the cool clean air. I wondered down and discovered The Nest, a French fusion restaurant in the jungle and 6 foodies to shared a meal with. They were expats making a living writing and web developing in Chang Mai. I ate perfectly cooked duck, beet soup, and fresh bread. The female Thai Chef went to culinary school in the UK and runs the resort with her British husband. Beautiful conversation and a gift of intellectual curiosity found in an unexpected place. My second day was spent reading, exploring a large cave by gas pressure lanterns and eating loads of barbecued chicken with sticky rice. <br />
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The next days I traveled to Chang Rai. First by local bus to Thaton and then a three hour long tail ride down the Mekong. I met some fellow backpackers to find a guesthouse and a meal. Chang Rai is just as low key as Chang Mai but smaller with more ethnic diversity. Lots of Chinese influences here. I enjoyed regrouping in coffee shops and spending some time writing and reading. I felt at ease, happy, and experienced moments of clarity in Chang Rai. On my last day in town I reconnected with Barbara, who I planned to travel to Loas with, and randomly ran into two friends from Chang Rai New Years. We had an excellent night out. I tip handed to "the Dutch Boys" brought us to a beautiful riverside restaurant off the tourist beat. We shared roasted cashew nuts with chile and lime, a mysterious and delicious shrimp salad, young coconut in oyster sauce, mourningly greens, and squid steaming over fire on the table dosed in lemon, chilie, basil, and so much more goodness. We followed dinner with bottles of rum at a funky bar near the city center called TeePee. We enjoyed solid, old school rock and roll videos playing on mismatched mounted tv screens. The bar is covered in the owners collection of odd objects.... Guitars, wigs, rhythm instruments, glowing sculls, cages, a beer bottle suspended platform, two living bunnys occupying the second floor.. We had a blast!<br />
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He laid across the road with his head in the gutter. His graying, ripped, t-shirt had a bright yellow smiley face on it. His tale wagged under my gaze. The street dogs of Chang Mai wear sweaters gifted by their adoring fans. Pampered miniature poodles model the latest hand made doggie high fashion on the Sunday walking street. This phenomenon seems to be rooted in the Thai sense of humor instead of over consumption. Doggie sweaters and street dog threads make everyone smile. Thank you Thailand for your love and sense of humor.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675859933885984223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153092982873303760.post-74506636799270780432011-12-31T04:01:00.002-05:002012-01-04T09:30:16.512-05:00December 23-27December 23-27<br />We traveled back to Phuket by bus on the 23rd and settled in with a massive meal of fried chicken. Christmas eve was spent lounging and going out for a Thai Feast with Chris's parents Sue and Steve. Then it was off for a few drinks by the sea with a live band. On Christmas morning Chris cooked a big fried breakfast and we all went to the beach for a morning swim. The afternoon was spent lounging by the pool and eatting a delicious Turkey lunch. Boxing day was spent beach side with another feast and lounging around the rocky coast. I am so grateful to be adopted by families like the Smiths over and over again. I'm often thousands of miles away from my own family, but hospitality, celebration, and love always find me. The day made me miss and feel so grateful for all my family and adopted families. Love to the Peirce family, the Sadaris women, Cinda and Bill Richman, and everyone who has given me a bed and a meal along the way.<br /><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9_i58ggnJMJONArunKSNdwxmeEOfRC4VFzxHQ2rMmBonafbeaXrdWbKwYyNu2r35_qUH_J4ko21JNMedKYVGh6ziYx1-PsNCvey5wQQ7WP2TzQN_2xC1LvgN-9TbPHczGX5l3klXY6hsG/s640/blogger-image-532785414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9_i58ggnJMJONArunKSNdwxmeEOfRC4VFzxHQ2rMmBonafbeaXrdWbKwYyNu2r35_qUH_J4ko21JNMedKYVGh6ziYx1-PsNCvey5wQQ7WP2TzQN_2xC1LvgN-9TbPHczGX5l3klXY6hsG/s640/blogger-image-532785414.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiqkANxaMA13HhcOxpOmI1aQkW2XTncrJMk1QPwX3INRzfPHgtmSCrA8G6yAYVmriI2aAUigEDJpHIzPzy1Zug-IZl2NcboX6GGC2L7b0Ykj8rLizE1cqoyUyAu9jehVaTepU9HYrb2cuf/s640/blogger-image--2092604682.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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It is an island near Koh Jum and Krabi town where I spent time earlier in my trip. We checked into a big bungalow at a laid back resort called Where Else. Traditional round that huts with open air bathrooms sit in a palm grove and the property continues towards the beach. An excellent beach bat filled with hammocks, and different hight bathrooms Amex it easy to spend the days reading and lounging in different ways. The food was excellent, I gorged on giant king prawns. <br />
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The next morning our outfitter from Freedom Adventures took us to the pier to board their converted fishing boat for an overnight camping and snorkeling trip. The three of us were the only ones booked in the tour so essentially it was a private charter with a crew of three very friendly Thai guys. Two hours later we arrived in Koh Rok, a national marine park with loads of shallow protected reef to explore. After our first dive the boat anchored near a beach and we ate a tasty lunch of stir fried squid, greens, rice, fried barracuda,and jungle curry. Afterwards we combed the beach and built a sculpture of bamboo and worm eaten driftwood beauties. The rain started to drizzle so we decided to pitch the tents and clean up before Ned, our English speaking guide cooked us dinner on the beach over a small fire. We drank beer on a beach mat and feasted on more curried barracuda, barbecued squid, and delicious marinated chicken. Ned, our English speaking guide, played his guitar and sang Thai songs to us by the fire. It was a beautiful night and I slept so well in the tent with the pattering of rain dripping from the trees. <br />
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The next morning was met with a rainy tent breakdown, and a breakfast feast on the boat. I took another long snorkel around the reef. It felt so good to be free diving after so many months away from the warmth and clarity of tropical water. So many fish! We spent the rest of the laughing in the shallow water along the beach, and ate another beautiful lunch before we hunkering down for a bumpy ride back to Koh Lanta. We spent that night back at Where Else and enjoyed more delicious food and the rowdy enthusiasm of a group of Spaniards. <br />
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The next morning Chris took the ferry back to Phuket, but Lucy and I spent another day around Where Else reading and lounging by the sea. The next morning we caught a minibus to Trang, a provincial inland capital city three hours away. We decided to make the jump to trang to explore the food, markets, and to book a trip to the large waterfall in the northeast corner of the province. We also wanted to escape the building crowds and price hikes leading up to the Western Holidays. After wondering around town and through the smelly wet market we bought some fried chicken by the train station and retreated to our air conditioned hotel room for a nap and a regroup. That night we wondered around the night markets eating all sorts of food on sticks, bags, and bowls. Food glorious food. <br />
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The next morning we went to bustling Dim Sum restaurant and selected all kinds of unrecognizable plates to be steamed and gobbled up. We waddled out of there after a giant plate of crispy pork, fried chicken, six steamed Dim Sum plates, teeth rattling sweet Thai coffee, and hot tea to settle our stomachs. We bought a picnic lunch for the day and hired a driver to take us to Ting Toe waterfall about an hour outside the city. A short hike up a dilapidating trail and we made it to the base of the falls and swam in a raging pool of water. The falls go down several levels and fall a total of 320 meters. I couldn't resist climbing the rocks up to the first level and sat in a shallow pool of rushing water. I carefully descended, but lost my footing at one point and got a pretty good scape on my upper thigh. But the view from the waterfall and the incredible sensation of the water rushing around me was well worth the sore bum. I think Lucy and our guide's jaws dropped a little when I feel, but I recovered pretty quickly and kept swimming and hobbling around for the rest of the afternoon. It was a gorgeous natural wonder off the beaten tourist path. After another nap and a trip to the pharmacy for a bandage we headed out to another local restaurant for curried fish and fried morning glory in bean sauce. Trang was a refreshingly authentic switch from the basic menus on the beaches. We did a little more wondering and found a shaved ice stand for dessert. <br />
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The next morning we caught a minibus and a long tail to Koh Mook, an island in the Trang Island chain. After checking into our room and having lunch at a restaurant built into the cliffs on the far end of the beach I spent the afternoon lounging in my hammock. Lucy and I shared a delicious curry at our resort and called it a day. Early the next morning we hired a longtail to take us along the coast of the island to Emerald Cove. The cove is a natural wonder encircled by high limestone rock faces only accessible by swimming 60 meters through a dark cave. We experienced 15 minuets of meditative silence in this beautiful place before the first tour group arrived in kayaks. I was blow away by the beauty and sacred feeling of this place. Supposedly pirates once used it as a temporary hiding place for their loot. <br />
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I took bother trip to the cove by kayak when Chris arrived the next day. We had an excellent time lounging and hanging out on Koh Mook.<br />
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A group of very young novist monks laughed and took pictures at the top. Virtually all Buddust men in Thailand spend some small amount of time as monks. These were laughing teenagers spending more time documenting each other at the top then saying prayers. They hid cellphones in the pockets amongst their robes and kept checking in to the outside world. These young men were probably not in it for the long hall, but I could be wrong. I saw a old motorbike taxi driver fall to his knees and bow to them in the parking lot. I guess their journey, like all the travelers and locals I observe, is unknown to me. <br />
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Amanda Mar<br />
Krabi Town, Thailand<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKcgG2GVmpSDRJzaEwT_kpdqT_jH_Ol4BE58Q9C_eGYNmw0cOTjdKH4t2-WdunMYBHYGj8W4eH91H5VJ1nT0ssAD5CsB7HaK_dgzWhA2FWC-yPUTgFWht75bndWkuTX4BVWDs8E2_VCQv4/s640/blogger-image--1429947483.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKcgG2GVmpSDRJzaEwT_kpdqT_jH_Ol4BE58Q9C_eGYNmw0cOTjdKH4t2-WdunMYBHYGj8W4eH91H5VJ1nT0ssAD5CsB7HaK_dgzWhA2FWC-yPUTgFWht75bndWkuTX4BVWDs8E2_VCQv4/s640/blogger-image--1429947483.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVQTLZNMCAWf0ceXMqqyHEiWND2Xc1ZUO6wYutOytlxqRSVwgMoA72xvoAQ-kT5MpBM47X8kMeIKRQFS026VEGz_6qH03S-U_Aoiekklxd8Uj6PaVwnMPkz2X8nP9hFW3iO1SGNoikeOvP/s640/blogger-image-1078228600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVQTLZNMCAWf0ceXMqqyHEiWND2Xc1ZUO6wYutOytlxqRSVwgMoA72xvoAQ-kT5MpBM47X8kMeIKRQFS026VEGz_6qH03S-U_Aoiekklxd8Uj6PaVwnMPkz2X8nP9hFW3iO1SGNoikeOvP/s640/blogger-image-1078228600.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXxscv8qXH4plWWXkICuWF3YCSWr-50x4F7y8EyO_ro6LYRo_gIiltKAUWf_uBPsCqzFvsTuwB4TkrrfkkLsygnU-0Wk5M9dQvZMjjBDnKFQQxLfTKJqG2uWxIHHf34A7-V1o1Ty0mL2q1/s640/blogger-image-662945564.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXxscv8qXH4plWWXkICuWF3YCSWr-50x4F7y8EyO_ro6LYRo_gIiltKAUWf_uBPsCqzFvsTuwB4TkrrfkkLsygnU-0Wk5M9dQvZMjjBDnKFQQxLfTKJqG2uWxIHHf34A7-V1o1Ty0mL2q1/s640/blogger-image-662945564.jpg" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675859933885984223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153092982873303760.post-15128673368927755602011-12-12T07:13:00.001-05:002011-12-12T07:13:41.202-05:00Bus ride recoveryI left Koh Payam on the 9am speedboat filled with Thais, a few tourists, and two very small fluffy dogs. One was a western, well groomed, but collarless maltese. The pet of two Midwestern retires. He wore brown leather Velcro New Balances and above his red face and gray hair a ball cap embroidered with the Oldsmobile logo. She wore circulation pantyhose, Dr. Shoals slipons and black, embroidered, TJ-max capri pants. The man I assumed to be their son was slightly alternative, bearded, black cap, thick rimmed glasses, and heavy leather sandals. His Thai wife linked arms with him and petted the dog in his lap, she wore rubber sandals with Bambi Characters on them. The other scrawny puppy sat shivering in a half toothless Thai mans lap next to me. His curly hair and small frame reminded me of a new born cow. This is just an example of my people watching, an act that consumes most of my travel days. A hundred bits of fiction could start from the truth you seek in people sitting across from you on public transportation. My writing mind is training me to take notice of little details. I could describe the characters on the bus ride and the high pitched pop music that made my ears feel like bleeding through my ear plugs on my 6 hour bus ride to Krabi. But maybe you had to there..... But I would like to express my public gratitude for Steve Jobs and his grand devices that pump music into earbuds at extraordinary volumes.<br />
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I arrived in the rain, but in this country there is always an English speaker making small commissions with a cellphone. A door to door taxi appears for $1.50 in less then ten minuets. After checking into my familiar guest house I wondered to a massage parlor to try to recoup from the days travel. I choose the competition of the one I went to last time, and quickly found out this massage would be a completely different animal then my, "it's my first time" massage I got a month ago. The first half hour was a pleasant foot massage with nice stretches and lotions, but as she worked her way up my body pulling, stretching, and twisting I was far from relaxed. My mind wondered to all kinds of life tasks....bills paid, dollars converted, presents to buy....as a distraction from kneading fingers and stretching muscles. Little alerts of pain and feet and hands placed in pockets of bent limbs and pelvic bones kept my mind alert during the 90 minuets. I felt great afterwards. A lot of water, some street food at the night market, and an early night helped me recover from my recovery.<br />
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Smiles,<br />
Amanda Mar<br />
Krabi Town, Thailand <br />
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Blog December 7, 2011 <br />
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The varnish on the weathered teak table is soft and worn away completely around big knots in the boards. The simple thick table legs sink a few inches into the sand, but keep their shin. An equally weathered aluminum expresso pot holds rich Italian coffee, a novelty reserved for tourist in this tea drinking culture. I pour this rich dark gift into a small pyrex cup with a clear handle and mix in steamed milk and big brown sugar crystals. My morning begins by the sea with my heart beating under the power of the caffeine injection. <br />
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A tire-swing hangs from a fraying nylon rope attached to a low hanging cashew tree whose roots cling to the sandy earth as its trunk and branches reach towards the sea at an unnatural angle. Orchids make their home in the branch joints. The table sits a few feet above the tide thanks to a sea wall built from limestone boulders set in concrete. A half moon bay of sandy beach transitions from mangroves to a thin strip of rocky shoreline that slopes up to rainforest where sea eagles hover like watchful guardians. Miles away beyond the bay and the thin maritime boarder mountainous Berma sits like a ghost in the low hanging morning haze.<br />
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The resort restaurant sits beneath stunted caesarian pines. A neatly thatched roof is suspended from concrete pillars molded and painted to mimic the trunks of trees and driftwood branches spring out from the columns to add to the facade. A simple mosaic of pebbles and flat slate stones is set into the uneven concrete floor. Well fashioned teak tables with high backed chairs bring order and hints of class to the beach side eatery. Lightbulbs disguised in bamboo lanterns come on with the generator between 6-10pm. <br />
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A pack of short legged dogs with gray bandanas tided around their scruffy necks patrol the beach and grounds. An aging British couple laugh and fall into the water for a blissful morning swim. German murmuring quickly turns into jovial breakfast laughter at the next table. A middle aged women from the resort next-door rolls around in the shallow water like a sensual child. I wonder if she is she hoping, like so many beach goers, to be cured by the sea, sun, salt, and sand? A tan, fit, european man wearing kaki cargo shorts, a neo green sleeveless shirt, and a fanny pack marches up and down the beach with music blaring in his ears and red wraparound sunglasses shielding his eyes. He marches and dances unselfconsciously up and down the beach several times a day. A bald speedo clad German carries a kayak to the water and vigorously sets out for his ritual aerobic morning paddle. The rest of the resort characters willfully retreat to the row of beach chairs shaded by juvenile palms and give into easy fiction.<br />
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In a moment the restaurant is on its feet pointing as a family of sea otters dips and surface as they hunt for breakfast. I count six of the slick creatures methodically fishing and moving as a unite towards the north end of Buffalo Bay. I retreat back to my Bungalow in the trees to spend a few hours writing. On the path I encounter three different types of butterfly. I've set up a nice little writing studio for myself with a low table, pillows, shade, and a view of the bay. My restless spell is passing and I've put off making any big leaps and booked four more days at this bungalow. My friend Chris has expressed interest in coming with me to Cambodia around the first of the year, and the offer of a big, manly, well traveled companion on this more difficult leg of travel is hard to resist. So for now I'm spending four focused days of writing before I decide. <br />
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Smiles,<br />
Amanda Mar<br />
Koh Payam, Ranong Province, Thailand <br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675859933885984223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153092982873303760.post-81039170062150225602011-12-05T05:49:00.001-05:002011-12-05T05:49:13.817-05:00Lazy dayNovember 5, 2011<br />
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Day five on Koh Payam. This half gray lazy day has made me feel a little lonely. I woke up early and shared breakfast with two women I met the night before and our easy conversation over espresso on the beach was a good start to the day. I moved down the beach to a nicer bungalow with a sociable restaurant where I've been taking most of my meals. The bungalow is spacious with a massive bed and a huge balcony with a lounging area and private views of the sea. A stone indoor/outdoor shower lets you see the bay as you cringe under the relief off a cold shower. White sheets and bolster pillows add to the love nest in the trees vibe. Why am I here alone in this place of peace and beauty? Of corse all my reasons for paradise solitude are warranted, but walking into the bungalow today and napping to the sounds of the waves I had to question why the other side of my room-sized bed is vacant. <br />
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So what will cure my romantic blues? A trip to the killing fields in Panam Pen, Cambodia and sweaty days of temple touring at Angkor Wat of corse. As early as Wendesday I plan to take a ferry and a bus to the North\south transition town of Champon to book transportation through Bangkok and on to Cambodia. For now it's time for me to shake up my beach side meditation and follow the well beaten backpacker path. I'm feeling compelled to seek out a more cultural experience and meet the crowd of fellow travelers away from the beachside holiday destinations in the south of Thailand. I could be retreating back here indefinitely in ten days or my itchy feet could carry me to Chang Mai for New Years and on to Loas. As always I'm playing my hand as it comes.<br />
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For now I'm at a beautiful resort on a white sand beach with a very large beer in front of me as the sun sets into a strip of rainforest. <br />
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Amanda Mar<br />
Koh Payam, Ranong Province, Thailand<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675859933885984223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153092982873303760.post-56652307099502808952011-12-03T08:18:00.001-05:002011-12-03T08:18:55.050-05:00Build and they will comeKoh payam is waiting in dread and anticipation for a big mainstream tourist boom to happen. A short gangly bar tender behind a wooden bamboo and drift wood bar brought it up in the first five minuets of conversation today. Locals fear the power grid will open the gates. His tangled hair is knotted on top of his head, he wears a red, yellow and green zip up hoodie and tattered cut off jeans. His eyes are slightly bloodshot from last nights drink and the mornings smoke remedy. The roofs is thatched and tribute paintings and prints of Bob Marley hang in every direction. I've encountered bars like this across southern Thailand, this one is called Rasta Baby. I'm not sure how I feel about them. For the most part there is a tired sound track and while the drift wood is authentic the rasta colors ring like a false gimmick. I'm sure there are moments of music and celebration which make these lost reggae bars come to life, but in the light of day the bar just makes me pine for islanders instead of Thais and friends instead of fat Germans in speedos. <br />
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Before my conversation with the Thai want-to-be rasta I already felt and saw the vibrations of development everywhere. There are several concrete midrange resorts under construction on the beach where I'm staying. For this island the age of the bamboo hut for 6 dollars a night is being threatened. Though its not here yet the residuals from boom time interest gives this place a build and they will come attitude. For now the resorts are half full at best and I chose a clean, well constructed wooden bungalow with a tiled bathroom and soft bed for $13 over the molding bamboo options. Maybe I'm one of those flash packers they have been waiting for, because yesterdays I stopped into one of the new midrange places and enjoyed some wifi, a clean delicious meal, and beer was still just $1.50. I sat down at a similar place weeks ago in Railey and got up and left after a glance at the prices. For now Koh Payam is a bargain and on the cusp of the main stream.<br />
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Today I kayaked a beautiful stretch of relatively untouched rock coast where rainforest meets the sea. I watched sea eagles soar over head and swoop down to catch their lunch. I could see small schools of reef fish along the rocks. The rain came down and the waves and current were at my back and life felt very right. I fear more development on my own island of Abaco I fear for Koh Payam. How far will she be stretched? It seems the Thais are aware of the value of theae natural resources and they have wide expanses of national parka. But on islands like Koh Payam with wide white beaches and little regulation it is possible to be gobbled whole by the beast of burden, the tourist dollar.<br />
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Amanda Mar<br />
Koh Payam, Ranong Province, Thailand <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675859933885984223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153092982873303760.post-53448852357072418982011-12-02T06:40:00.001-05:002011-12-02T06:40:16.785-05:00Payam day 2December 3, 2011<br />
Day two on Koh Payam. I hiked to the other side of the island for a coffee at the Eco lodge on the island. After reading abut it I thought about staying the, but today I found it with negative vibrations, but I found a little cove with no buildings on it to spend a few hours listening to music and writing. Then I wondered along the coast towards the village. I passed a small temple built on a pier and several large scale statues of Buddah. There were two shirtless monks shoveling sand and listening to scratchy pop music on an old school radio. I wondered through a past town to what appeared to be an upscale resort. But this is Thailand, so beer and lunch still coast 10 dollars even in breezy cushioned comfort. I'm still trying to work out the snorkeling trip, I think we are six people and they are waiting for ten, so maybe in the next days. I think I'll rent a kayak for the day tomorrow and get a different prospective on the island. <br />
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Ive been looking at the colander a lot today thinking about the next two months and feeling my feet itch to see, do, and go. I'm thinking about taking a trip to Angkor Wat in Cambodia before Christmas. This probably means a bus to bangkok and then a flight. It's something I'm feeling more compelled to see and I'm worried if I out it off to January I won't find a week to do it. I'm still planning on beaching it up here for the next four or five days, but I might make a bigger hop after that. <br />
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Smiles, <br />
Amanda Mar<br />
Koh Payam, Ranong Province, ThailandAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675859933885984223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153092982873303760.post-91280458038795569952011-12-01T06:05:00.001-05:002011-12-01T06:05:46.657-05:00Koh Payam<br />
December 1, 2011 <br />
I made the hop from Koh Chang to Koh Payam this morning. It is a similar island, but it has a few more people and I'm hoping it will be a little more social. I'm getting a little bored with beach life (did you ever think I would say that) after almost a month in Southern Thailand. I'm asking myself what else I want to get out of this first leg of my trip. There is a snorkeling trip I'm trying to book from here that goes over night to a national park and takes you to several protective reefs. I'm not a diver, but I don't think I should leave the islands without seeing some reef. So I'm here on another quiet beach with my thoughts, books and notebooks. Meeting people, thinking, writing, and beginning to feel a little lonely. I can't help imagining my family, friends, or Sean here with me. Wondering how the experience would be different with a partner, but mostly enjoying my solitude and contemplation. The beach in Koh Payam is white and the water is crystal and the jungle is ringing with birds and monkeys. It is a bit of paradise unattainable in North America but found so cheaply and easily here in Thailand. <br />
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Know that I am safe and happy and sleeping in a bright and clean bungalow by the sea. Living each day as it comes and approaching the half way point in my sabbatical and remembering the friends, spaces, and places I've already loved and enjoyed so much.<br />
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Smiles,<br />
Amanda MarAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675859933885984223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153092982873303760.post-40120134274075366812011-11-29T06:26:00.001-05:002011-11-29T06:26:36.469-05:00Koh ChangNovember 29, 2011<br />
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I spent another day on Koh Chang. I switched bungalows this morning to a place called Sawadee (hello). It the same price and a much better bungalow that can be locked and has electricity from 6pm - 10pm. I gave up the views and a rustic thatched roof for a few more comforts. Plus it is beach side and has a very beautiful restaurant under a giant tree and so far the food is exceptional. Last night I came here for dinner and devoured a whole steamed red snapper in a sweet and savory tarragon sauce. It was one of the most beautifully prepared fish I've ever eaten. Sadly I didn't have my camera and will live with the memory or order it again tomorrow night and relive the bliss. I spent the day on a thatched platform by the sea on a comfy mat with my notebook and kindle. This resort is spilling with good vibrations and I'm feeling much more upbeat after the relocation. I went for a sunset walk and drank sweet lechey juice as toucans squawked over head. I'm planning to spend another night here and then take a water taxi to a neighboring island called Koh Phayam. It's a little more populated then Koh Chang and also has a national park with rain forests and a good two day snorkeling trip I'm thinking about taking. I think it's one of those places on the brink of exploding into a full force tourist island. There is also a very cool ecolodge I might splurge a little and stay in for a night or two. <br />
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Amanda Mar<br />
Koh Chang, Ranong Province, Thailand<br />
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I met an American couple from seattle the night before I left koh Jum and enjoyed my last dinner at Woodland Lodge. The hospitality and sunset views at woodland captured me, but I'm not ready to stay put just yet. I decided to head to Phuket to visit a yachtie friend who has a house on the island and is also taking some time off boats. I cought the ferry back to Karabi and then took a four hour minivan ride to Phuket town where Chris picked me up on his motor bike and took me back to his house. Chris grew up as a cruiser kid in Spain and Asia. His family discovered Phuket and eventually bought a house on the island. They keep their boat in Chalong Bay. Chris has recently bought a duplex in a mostly Thai neighborhood which he uses as a base and place to take holiday away from big white boats. It was so good to have a companion and tour guide for a few days. I don't think I would have gone to Phuket as a solo backpacker because it is spread out and expensive. I was able to avoid the crowds, costs, and confusion while seeing the best parts of the island with Chris. <br />
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After regrouping at his house we headed to a water side restaurant on Ao Sane beach. The beach is one of Chris's favorite spots so we returned the next day for some swimming, longing and more delicious food. A group of friends Chris knows from Spain met us there and we drove to Big Buddah for sunset. A five story tribute statue sits on one of the highest hills on the island and offers three sixty views of the island. It was two over cast for a decent sunset, but the viewpoint gave me a good prospective of the size of the island and the surrounding islands. We headed to a night market for lots of fried snacks before going back to wash away a long day of sun and sea. We ate dinner at a local roadside restaurant. I ate my first fried soft shell crabs of the trip (yummmmm). <br />
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On Wednesday we headed into Phuket Town. The town center is not as touristed and is filled with all types of storefronts and restaurants. There is no shortage of cheap clothing bazars anywhere in Thailand... Indoor, outdoor, air con, markets, and moving carts. An endless sea of similar t-shirts, sandals, dresses, handbags, and hats. We stopped for rottie dipped in green curry. Pancakes with egg and a thick spicy curry sauce. I had some urban burnout after a few hours In town. We stopped at a shopping mall where I got a Thai cellphone and sim card so I can be even more connected while I'm here. Then it was straight to the beach for a sunset swim and a good grassy viewpoint to watch the sun go down. Then we headed to Rawi beach in search of a carnival where a Thai reggae band was suppose to play. We ate dinner at a waterside restaurant with concrete picnic tables, strings of fluorescent lights hung from trees and a busy street he server had to cross to get to the kitchen. We were happy for the sea breeze and delicious food. The concert that night was canceled due to wind and rain, but we met a British and German pair of characters and headed to an Indian restaurant to smoke hookah, chat, and eat samosas. They were both in Thailand for Martial arts training. It was interesting to hear them talk about their world and life in Phuket. I played the part of the American and listened to the familiar cracks about puppet Obama and the tumbling partisan government and crashing economy. For the most part we kept it light and I enjoyed a few hours of conversation.<br />
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The next morning we headed back to Rawi to check out the fresh water perl shops. Thousands of strung perl necklaces hung from bamboo stalls in all different colors. A sign read lots of lady or ornaments. I could help but think about fem theory, ornamentation, and the symbolism of pearls. We had lunch at the same restaurant before driving all over the place in search of viewpoints and sights. Then we headed to Chris's parents house for a chill out by the pool and dinner. We met up with the spaniards and Chris's sister and visiting cousin and had a few beers at a beach side reggae bar. I celebrated Thanksgiving by gorging on a late night bag of fried chicken from a roadside stand. <br />
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On Friday we had another low key beach day at Ao Sane with Chris's cousin Justin. It rained off and on and I enjoyed sitting under a beach umbrella and watching it all come down. Chris's parents threw a barbecue and I met some other foreigners living in Phuket. That night we met up with a group of foreigners teaching in Phuket and went to two Thai clubs. The first wasa cool bar blaring top 40s which was fun to dance to, but when the night turned to live band karaoke we left quickly. The second club had a live Thai band with crazy enthusiasm and choreographed dance move. The loud energy was overwhelming, but we stayed for a worthy hour of people watching. The silent stoic Thailand boys and very fashionable girls stand around table tops with bottles of ice and whiskey. By the end of the night I was very ready to head home. I can't say clubbing in Phuket Town was a great time, but the experience felt authentic and worth seeing.<br />
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By Saturday I was ready to hit the road and make my way back to a quiet island. I took a six hour bus ride to Ranang and got a guesthouse for the night and caught a boat to Koh Chang. I met the owner of a guest house at the pier and have booked a wooden bungalow without electricity form him for the night. I'm about to walk the beach and check out the other options. The place is beautiful but the ringing from some sort of bug could drive me into a permanent migraine or insanity. For the most part I'm happy to be by the sea and back into a life of simplicity. <br />
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Amanda Mar<br />
Koh Chang, Ranong Province, Thailand<br />
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P.s. the bug noise just subsided (thank you universe) Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675859933885984223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153092982873303760.post-14329275702293088462011-11-23T22:39:00.001-05:002011-11-23T22:39:16.145-05:00PhuketNovember 23, 2011<br />
I made the jump from Koh Jum to Phuket on Monday. A longtails transferred to a ferry and the a minivan to Phuket Town where a friend who I met when Magic was in the boat yard last November picked me up. I've spent the last three nights at his house in Chalong. He has taken me all over the island to coves and veiw points away from the throngs of beach goers. I don't think I would have come to Phuket on my own, but having a guide and a friend for a few days after my week of solitude on Koh Jum is a nice change.<br />
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After a day on the beach we took a trip to see The Big Buddah yesterday at sunset. It is a five story tribute statue to Buddah that looks out on three sixty views of the island, the sea, and surrounding islands. Then we went to a night market for snacks of all kinds of fried things on sticks. After a shower and a chill out we went out to a good local roadside restaurant and I fell in love with fried soft shell crabs with cracked pepper. An excellent day.<br />
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Today we wondered around Phuket Town, the older city center. We ate Roti dipped in a thick chicken curry sauce. Lots of wondering left us a little burt out so we went for an afternoon swim and another delicious meal of fried prawns and papaya salad. Food glorious food. After regrouping we planned to go to a Thai Reggae concert, but it was canceled due to rain. We ended up smoking hookah and eating samosas with two other foreigners who showed up despite the rain and had a nice time lounging and talking. Hopefully the concert will happen tonight. <br />
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I'm feeling good from full days and lots of beautiful food. I'm planning to depart Phuket tomorrow or the ext day for another week on a secluded island called Koh Chang. <br />
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Amanda Mar<br />
Phuket Island, Thailand Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675859933885984223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153092982873303760.post-46699534706261607742011-11-18T22:42:00.000-05:002011-11-23T22:43:50.127-05:00Leaving Koh JumNovember 18, 2011<br /><br />Another quiet day in Koh Jum. I went into the villege for a lunch of spicy green mango salad and fish in lemongrass and chillies washed down with an icy mango shake. The sun is going down and giving into another dazzling sunset. I've started another book and spent some time connecting to the world. The beach here is one of those places you could easily fall out of touch and give in to a life of disconnected bliss, but I am happy to share my experience in real time and plan my next meetings with friends and island hops. I plan to stay in Koh Jum until Monday morning and take the ferry and then the bus on to Phuket to meet up with a yachtie friend. It will be good to have a tour guide in this tourist Mecca. <br /><br />Amanda Mar<br />Koh Jum, ThailandAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675859933885984223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153092982873303760.post-15585313827592791272011-11-17T02:05:00.001-05:002011-11-17T02:05:20.979-05:00Koh Phi Phi<br />
November 16, 2011<br />
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I went with a group of three Germans and a couple from San Fransico to Koh Phi Phi for the day. I am so thankful to be on the quiet beach in Koh Jum instead of fighting the tourist beat on Koh Phi Phi. The tour in the longtails around the islands was beautiful. Tall outcrops of limestone cliffs fall straight into the sea. A few coves empty in the first hours of morning tours were jaw dropping. Clean cool water revealing coral headed and the movements of fish bellow. But beauty is a burden. Speed boats and long tails bringing groups of day tours to fester among the crowded pressure cooker of the tourist village. Row after row of the same trinkets and bumbling sweaty red faced bodies. I ate a meal in a guest house and watched a laxidasical army seeking their crowded beach chair paradise. I was relieved to get back on the long tails and let the crowd induced migraine disparate as we put kilometers between me and the mess. It makes me realize how many different experiences you can seek in one country. How travel and relaxation can be defined differently by each traveler. Im starting to understand what I'm seeking and how to look for it. I returned to Koh Jum and booked four more nights in my bungalow and made plans to meet a yachtie friend in Phuket on Monday. So I am enjoying my hammock next to the sea and the freedom to write, read, and let music and freedom fill my head.<br />
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One of the Germans staying at Woodland Bungalow helped me cut a prepaid sim card and instal it in my iPad. This means I am connected to the world on this little beach. 40 hours of data for about 10 dollars. So I am safe, connected, and content Intended to let another day pass to the rhythm of the waves. <br />
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Amanda Mar<br />
Koh Jum, Thailand<br />
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