January
5 proved to be a lay-on-the-beach kinda day. I got a lot of reading done of
Nelson Mandela's autobiography. Am really trying to finish this monolith of a
book so that I don't have to carry the weight back home. Getting close, only
another 200 pages to go.
I walk
into town for dinner and decide on a place that had chickens roasting on a
spit. I order 1/2 a chicken and stir fried vegetables. Seven Russians come in
for dinner. They bring their own bottle of vodka and are drinking it straight
up. They've also requested bread so one of the restaurant workers crosses the
street to Tesco (similar to 7-Eleven) and returns carrying a loaf of white
bread. The loaves of bread here are not anything like what we get back home.
The bread is thinly sliced, perfectly square and it would equal 1/2 a loaf back
home. I've noticed that if you ever order something and they don't have it on
hand, they never tell you they don't have it. They simply send someone out to
buy it: bananas, bread, milk... you name it, it comes walking in the door
within minutes.
Being
as I'm starting to feel like I'm running out of time on Koh Chang I wanted to
venture off into parts unknown today (January 5). Before coming here I thought
10 days would lead me to boredom on this island but that hasn't been the case.
On the recommendation of the house guest from Macao I decided to check out Bang
Bao Pier today.
I
walked into town and had muesli and coffee at the bakery and then I tried to
flag a songathew. I was told to not pay more than 150 BHT to get out to Bang
Bao Pier (which is the furthest I have been on this island). Taxi after taxi
stopped and I was quoted anywhere from 200 BHT to 300 BHT. Finally, after about
6 taxis... I threw in the towel and agreed to 200 BHT. Within 1/2 mile or so,
the taxi stopped for a family of 4. They too were going out to Bang Bao and
they were squabbling over paying 100 BHT a piece. I told them that I was paying
200 BHT because I was alone but that 150 was apparently reasonable. They hummed
and hawed and decided to take the ride at which point the taxi driver told me
he would only charge me 150 BHT because there were now 5 of us going to the
same place. Thank you tourists from Tunisia!
The
ride takes me past my previous guest house, Lazy Republique. It's too bad that
I wasn't aware of Bang Bao Pier when I was sort of staying in the
neighbourhood. In any event, I enjoy the taxi ride here, sitting in the back
of a pickup truck watching the goings on, on the sides of the road. It takes
about 30 minutes or so to get out there, most of the road hilly and switchbacks
which seem to be the norm here in Thailand. A straight stretch of road is a
rarity for sure.
There's
not much of a "town" out at Bang Bao, but the pier stretches for a very
long ways and the pedestrian area is the width of your average sidewalk with
businesses side-by-side on either side of the passage-way. It's about 11:30 AM
and I walk up the pier... many businesses are closed. I don't know if it's too
early in the day (nothing here on Koh Chang seems to be open before 10:00, and
it's even hard to find a breakfast joint at 8:00 or 9:00 AM), or if it's
because it's Sunday. I walk up and down twice looking at the souvenirs but
don't buy anything except for water.
Hospital @ Bang Bao Pier
Miscellaneous items for sale.
Polluted waters @ Bang Bao Pier
Housing @ Bang Bao Pier
Once I pass through the shops I'm now out
on the actual pier on the ocean. It's lovely and kept up very nicely with
plenty of areas that jut out off the pier for sitting in the shade. I walk to
the very end, it's a long way, and take some photos. This is where the scuba
boats and fishing boats depart from.
A few
people had told me the Greek restaurant was very good so I decided that is
where I'd have lunch today. Honestly, by this point I am really very tired of
Thai food. I didn't realize that I was a picky eater until coming to Thailand
where the food is so very different from what I'm used to. I've always known I
am a very visual eater. So many of the foods here are simply not that visually
appealing to me and I've ordered a few dishes where I pick out the veg and
chicken and push the noodles aside. For days now I keep thinking about how much
I'm looking forward to returning to my juicing when I get home. I'm really
missing it.
The
Greek restaurant is in fact run by a Greek family. Their restaurant is
absolutely beautiful. It's on stilts over the water and the patio area is
simply lovely. Feels very natural and a lot of fore-thought was put into the
place. Everyone dining there is looking for shade and they have plenty of
tables in both the sun and shade. It's a scorcher today with the temp currently
sitting at +32 C and no noticeable breeze. I order a pita wrap. Oddly, lamb
isn't even an option so I choose pork. It was most likely the tastiest Greek
meal I've ever eaten. Delicious and unforgettable.
Interior of Greek restaurant.
The best Greek meal I've ever eaten.
There
was a shop on the pier that had piqued my interest but it was closed the few
times I had walked past it. Closed meaning there was a rope across so you
couldn't enter but you very easily could've reached in and taken any of the
handmade leather items. I thought it very unusual and interesting at the same
time that it was only a rope to keep people out of the place or from stealing
anything. I guess that is really putting your trust in the goodness and
honestly of mankind isn't it? Anyways, after lunch, the shop is now open. I am
blown away by the craftsmanship of all these handmade leather goods: wallets,
purses; sandals; jewelry. I'm even more blown away by the prices: 1400 BHT for
a pair of sandals. That's about $42 Cdn. I buy a pair of red leather sandals
that feel like I've owned them for years already.
It's a
long 30 minute wait in the heat for a taxi that'll bring me back to my end of
the island. I wait with a Russian couple who have been waiting even longer....
taxis are few and far between this far from nowhere. We get a rookie driver who
doesn't have a clue what to charge us. I offer him 200 BHT telling him I paid
150 BHT to come out this way and he agrees. He drops me on the highway by the
7-Eleven and I walk the 15 minutes back to my guesthouse where a cool shower
never felt so good.
I
don't feel like walking back into town for dinner and I'm getting tired of the
selection in town. I go next door to the Panviman Resort Hotel restaurant. Now
that I'm inside the entrance of the Panviman I get a get a good look at the
place. It is very lovely. I don't know how places make a go of it here. So many
large venues are basically pretty much empty. I'm one of about 10 tables with
patrons in the entire restaurant which looks as if it has at least 70-80
tables. Many places I've dined, the staff out number the patrons. I have a
chuckle because it's a linen and cloth napkin kind of place with candlelight on
the tables and it's dark, the moon is shining on the ocean... I realize it
could very well indeed be a romantic evening and I'm alone. I smile inside and
chuckle at my confidence to dine alone in a place such as this. I order a
pre-set menu of pork chop with mushroom sauce, some lovely steamed veggies and
fettucine. It was all fine. Not spectacular, but fine. The meal with a glass of
wine came to less than $18. I never know how to tip here. I've been tipping 20% most of the time but really have no clue if it's too much or too
little. Although in hindsight I realize the hotel automatically charged 18% on
top and I left 150 BHT tip to boot. No wonders the two waitresses who barely
spoke 10 words of English between them looked at me oddly a few times as they
looked at the bill and then me. In the grand scheme of things, the money will
do them a lot more good than it will do me. I have no clue what type of
salaries they earn here but have only heard they are very low per month.
I have
noticed that workers at the guesthouses I have stayed at seem to work 10-12
hour days, six days/week. I left a 50 BHT tip for the "maid" (as the
owners call her), when she cleaned my room the first day but she left the money on the
bedside table. I don't know if I offended her or if she didn't realize it was
for her (I had put it under the pillow). In any event, I just thought it was
odd and I felt weird about the fact that she didn't accept the money. I know
her husband just had eye surgery this week and their healthcare would not cover
the cost so Ian and his wife donated the funds to pay for it. It appears the
total cost was about $400 Cdn for the surgery. My room is only cleaned every 3
days so tomorrow will be the second cleaning (and I check out tomorrow). I am
unsure if I will just leave some money on the bed again for her or if I will
hand it to her directly. She doesn't speak any English so we'll see how it
goes.
Tuesday,
January 6 is the day I am to go on an elephant trek. Ian, the British guesthouse owner,
arranges a pick-up for 2:30 with the original elephant trekking company on Koh
Chang. Apparently it's the most authentic as you get to ride through the jungle
and other companies keep their elephants within walking distance of the
highway. I wait in the scorching +33 C. sun for 30 minutes and ask Ian to
follow up. They forgot about me! They tell Ian they'll be here to pick me up at 3:30. This time, on
Ian's advice, I wait under the shade of the deck on the river. Ian tells me the taxi driver will come up to the house to fetch me.
I get
in the back of a pickup truck with 5 others. It becomes quickly apparent that
they are just returning from a trek. They are chatting in English and are a
Russian, two Brits and two Norwegians. The Russian gets dropped off first and
then the four of them discuss their "fear" of Russian women and how
assertive and pushy they are (but say the Russian men are pretty nice). I'm
dropped on the highway and told to wait for another truck that will take me to the elephant camp. Within a minute my
ride appears. Eventually there are about 10-11 of us in the back. It's a 35
minute drive to the elephant camp but I get to see lots of the Island that I
only passed through when I came from the ferry terminal 8 days earlier. Back
then I didn't process much of what I was seeing. Now I get the lay of the land.
Wish I had a day to spend out at the White Sands area of Koh Chang. It looks
like a shopping mecca that stretches a couple of miles. Ian, my guesthouse
owner, calls White Sands "the big City" and I gather he isn't fond of
the area but it looks right up my alley and I probably would've enjoyed my
evenings much more if I had stayed on that part of the island. Oh well, live
and learn, once again.
The
elephant camp is huge. It looks to be multi-generational family and there are
kids from 3-months old, a few toddlers and school-aged kids who are just in the
midst of returning from school at about 4:30 PM. Their uniforms are various colours which, I presume, categorizes them by grade level.
Multi-generational housing at the elephant camp.
The
camp has been in existence for 21 years. They own 10 elephants, the oldest
being 51 years old. Elephants live to be about 100 years old.
Road to the elephant farm
NB: in 2014, I had no clue that riding an elephant was controversial and is frowned up. Now that I know better, I wouldn't do it again.
We are
greeted with a bottle of cold water and a plate of sliced pineapple. I have to
hang around for a bit on my own as I booked a one hour trek and the others
booked two hours. I don't know what they did for the first 1/2 hour while I was
walking around chatting up the women of the residence, talking to them about
their kids... but the rest of the group came back and we all climbed the steps
to the elephant stand and got on top of our elephant which entails removing
your shoes and standing barefoot on the elephant's back. Kinda scary for me. Elephant hair is very prickly. The trainer sits on the elephants neck area and it appears that kicking the
elephant behind the ears is what makes her walk (all 5 elephants are females).
I am on the middle elephant, there are two in front of me and two behind me. We
walk through the jungle, through a creek and then we come a point where my
elephant departs from the rest as they continue on for another 30 minutes. My
trainer says "spider" and I'm thinking "so what, a spider",
as the trainer takes his cane and points to a bush at my eye level and says
"POISONOUS!" This yellow and black thing with legs that are - no
kidding - 5" long is the size of a saucer. I kid you not. The trainer
keeps saying "POISONOUS" and I"m saying "Then why are we so
close to it?" as we're at a standstill and the elephant keeps bashing into
the tree that the spider is on and the spider is about 3 feet away from jumping
on me. Finally we move on. Whew! That spider was amazing. I had no idea they
could be so humongous. I'm thankful the trainer was looking for such things. I attempted to capture a photo but all I got was a blur.
All
the elephant trainers looks really young (one of them looked like he was 14).
My trainer spoke very good English, he wanted to make conversation. I found out
that 4 of the trainers all come from the same town in Northern Thailand and my
trainer had been working with this company for a year. He says he does six
elephant treks a day for very little money. Don't know how true the "little
money" part is or if that was his way of asking for a good tip. I didn't
even realize I should tip him (although I have tipped guides that Sutthi hired
for us), but thankfully the Norwegian in the pickup truck said she had tipped
her trainer 300 BHT which was my first heads up that I should probably follow
suit. Near the end of our trek, my trainer hops on down from the neck of the
elephant and takes many photos of me sitting on the elephant. I thought that
was a very nice touch and am appreciative to have some photos of this
once-in-a-lifetime adventure. I get off the elephant and am given a huge vat of
bananas to feed to her. Amazing. That trunk is exactly like a Hoover vacuum. It
just snorts up the banana, peel and all, and right away her trunk is out
looking for more. Elephants eat all kinds of fruit: bananas, pineapples,
pomelos. They eat 5,000 KG of food a day. A truck pulled up and was unloading a
huge amount of pineapple leaves (elephant food). The rest of the group returns
and we all get back into the pickup for our 35 minute ride back to where we
came from.
I was
very enthralled by the living conditions of this multi-generational family.
Their huge home on stilts is built on a muddy hillside. The little toddlers are
stepping gingerly over tree trunks and around elephant dung with no hovering-over-lest-you-should-fall
adults nearby. The kids are just allowed to be kids and all that entails. One
toddler (she was unsteady on her feet), picked something orange coloured off
the ground and stuck it in her mouth and started chewing. No adult noticed. I
just smiled... all the adults were probably raised the same way and lived to
tell the tale. One thing about Thai people is their clothing is spotlessly
clean and these little kids' clothes were too. Surprising given how dusty and
polluted Thailand is in general.
I get
the truck to drop me at the 7-Eleven and I go to the family run restaurant for
dinner that I went to on my first day at this end of the island. I ordered some
"crispy noodle" dish but it came with huge wide soggy noodles that
tasted like flour & water. I pushed the noodles aside (again!), picked out the
chicken and veg and ate those.
As I
am just entering the mile-long road to walk back in the dark, about 10 seconds
behind me I see a taxi drop a guy off. He is carrying bags and is walking in my
direction. I'm excited and say to him "if you're going my way, I'll walk
with you because I'm afraid to walk down here alone". He doesn't say
anything but he smiles at me and I figure it'll be just fine. I find out he is
Dennis from Russia and he is staying at the Panviman Resort next door. He
struggles over his English and he keeps apologizing and I tell him "don't
worry because I don't speak any Russian" and I am trying to speak super s-l-o-w
so he can figure out what I'm asking him. It was nice to have the company and
the 15 minutes passed nice and fast.
