I cashed in my annual two-week leave in Thailand and returned with the fragrant taste of time well spent, a hankering for more adventure and the compulsive need to recreate the perfect Thai curry at home (attempts happen least once every week.)
Touch down in Bangkok takes some acclimatising. It’s overwhelmingly pungent – both good and bad smells – and that well-used travel description ‘The City that never Sleeps’ perfectly applies. In fact, most of Thailand only truly wakes up at about 10 o’clock – sorry early birds, there are few worms to catch if you try get anything done in the wee hours.
You soon learn to take it easy in the mornings (unless you have a train to catch) and keep your energy stores for later when the night releases its food stalls in the market-riddled alleys and switches on the red light district – you’re bound to find one wherever you go and remember, the adam’s apple rule applies.
We stayed at a basic airport hotel because flights landed at midnight and the last thing you want to do is hustle a taxi. The Princess Suvarnabhumi Airport Residence wasn’t pretty, but there was little to complain about considering the cheap price and on-site riverside restaurant.
I skipped the big city pretty quickly catching a bus and ferry to a small island called Koh Tao in the Gulf of Thailand (a direct crow flight south of Bangkok) – a postcard-perfect island frequented by avid divers.
Three days of island revelry ensued – too short to complete a diving a course, but now we know – where snorkelling, drinking freshly blended fruit shakes and exploring took up most time. Using Trip Advisor I found great deals at the View Point Resort in palm-studded Chalok Bay and stayed at the Koh Tao Royal Resort for the last night because it was closer to the ferry.
We didn’t get beach views or a hot shower, but every moment was spent exploring so it was just a spot to rest our heads.
There was no excitement about taking the ferry back to mainland. On the way to Koh Tao we experienced vile seasickness and needed a full day recovery. There is a good ferry experience and a bad one. For a good experience, sit on the highest point of the boat (pay the damn 50 or so bucks for the VIP section) and get seasickness medication. Even if you aren’t prone to feeling ill a boat-load of other seasick passengers is bound to get to you. They are small yellow tablets and cost about 30 baht for 10.
One short bus trip, and an overnight train journey later, we were back in Bangkok and heading north to the edgy city of Chiang Mai. An up and coming arts district, it’s the first city stop for tourists coming in from China and is surrounded by incredible jungle.
Days were spent traipsing around the city finding great eats, exploring enormous weekend markets that spanned several streets, having our feet eaten by fish and scoring the most incredible guide for a jungle trek and white water rafting.
His name was Chai and he was born in the jungle – and even saw a wild tiger once while making his way through the thick mass.
Chiang Mai is brimming with offers of great jungle treks so shop around for one that suits your needs – and don’t be afraid to hustle. We had no place to stay in the city, so we walked around for ages until finally finding an affordable hotel (thanks again to Trip Advisor), but it only had one room for the night. And there were four of us. Despite our dire circumstances, we made the best deal of the trip – we shared a room for the night (no biggie) and the owner organised the jungle trek including one night in the Hill Top village and two nights on our return. So, four nights accommodation and one jungle trek plus food cost us R600 each. Several air punches later, we all learnt not to settle.
Thai people are enormously obliging, incredibly kind and a little bit hard to understand sometimes, but always well meaning. One Bangkok morning before 10 am, we had no accommodation planned and needed breakfast. A pretty Thai lady asked us if we were lost. “Come”, she said and set off with haste beckoning us to follow. She walked two blocks out of her way to show us where we could get either a Western breakfast (egg, toast, muffins and the like) or eat at a local Thai alley of delicious smells. It was curry for breakfast. Absolutely delicious, incredibly cheap and we’d never have found it without her.