Post 3343
- 13 years and 360 days since I started this blog -
Read this once (it won't change for the rest of the trip(s):
I'll be linking this post to Facebook. If that's how you got here, here's some background: About 14 years ago I started this blog as a food journal. I had a Type-2 Diabetes diagnosis, and needed to lose weight. Initially, that's all I did here: Journal my food intake and my weight. It contributed to a loss of 20+% of my body weight in 6 months, and continuing has kept me on track since. I started adding commentary after a while, but recently it has returned to a food journal only.While I'm traveling, I let go of the weight-tracking and food journaling (except for food shots when I've eaten something interesting or pretty). I write about my experiences, and use it as a photo dump. And that's where we find ourselves now.
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Chiang Mai weather has settled in to the usual: Sunny skies, high temps in the upper seventies. I've been loving it. The evenings have been gorgeous.
One thing that is very different this year: No municipal Christmas decorations. In every past year, the Thapae Gate has been turned into a Christmas-New Year's walk-through electric park, similar to the annual Lights on the Lake drive-through back home.
This year, nothing. At least so far.
Maybe they're just skipping the Christmas part (the new, year-old government is very conservative, and, since Christianity has very little presence in Thailand (95% Buddhist, with the next biggest minority Muslim), maybe they felt it was an unnecessary expense. (Edit: I just found out they moved last year's big do to a park in the North suburbs).
Christmas is different here. It is a tourist holiday. Among Thais, it is 'celebrated' by anyone with less than three degrees of separation from the tourist industry. Restaurants are festooned with red and green. Thai sales clerks and wait staff wear Santa hats, antlers, Christmas trees on their heads. And elf costumes.
At breakfast on Christmas day, my cuppa joe came with a little off-white snowman. Served by a waitress in a red dress and wearing foam antlers on her head. Finding she spoke a little English, I asked her what it was. "Christmas snack," she said.
But what was it? I asked. She couldn't answer. I said, "It is a snow man." She gave me a big smile, and shook her head, yes.
"What is snow in Thai?" I asked.
A big smile, then a shrug of I-don't know..
No reason why she should know. I wonder if there's a word for snow in the Thai language. I don't think there is any snow in Thailand, whose highest mountain is about six thousand feet (highest peak, which is near Chiang Mai, is 8,000 feet, but it is a couple of thousand feet higher than the surrounding mountains), and typically lower than that.
Chiang Mai is only 18º North of the Equator, with an elevation of a thousand feet above sea-level. The mountains that surround it are three-to-five thousand feet high. There's no snow here, ever.
With this beautiful weather, I've gotten back to my while-here normal walking routine. I had my longest walk since last year's time in Cuenca. On Christmas day I walked for about two hours without stopping. I haven't been able to walk that long (without pain) for a while, thanks to chronic knee and leg problems that I exacerbated by climbing a mountain the day before I left Cuenca. I was doing alright with that until my fall at the Syracuse airport on my way here. After a couple of weeks here, I'm pretty much recovered from that.
It means a lot to me to be able to walk without pain. I'm funny that way.
I've been getting some good playing time in, but, thanks to the demise of most of the good open mics around town, I don't know how much playing I'll be doing in the next three weeks (which is how much time I have left here).
Chiang Mai continues to delight. The warmth of the people, the beauty of the culture, the pleasant weather, making new friends, finding the small surprises that always show up when you stay open to them. And the food!
And, of course, my friends. I have the best friends. And, there are even still some around from my very first time here at the end of 2017.
Good times.
On to the photos:
People Pics
Wandering
Coquilles St. Jacques from Chez Marco. |
Overnight Oats from Kati Breakfast and Brunch. This is my new favorite oatmeal. Really a fruit salad with oatmeal, it has everything, and everything done right. |
Scrambled eggs and smoked salmon on a croissant. My Christmas Eve breakfast, complete with ugly seasonal-appropriate table cloth. From Mellowry Café. |
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Mt. Baldy is a mountain of a man...A regular picturesque, postcardy mountain residing between the lovely heavens above and the crunchy gravel below. Baldy had two big caves for eyes, with a cliff for a jaw that would go up 'n down, and whenever it did, he'd puff out some dust, which made Baldy the highest mountain in the area. Oh, and he loved to travel...And when he did, his eyeball-caves widened in amazement, his cliff (which was his jaw), it dropped thirty feet from the excitement of it all! Baldy loved telling stories about his adventures, his voice echoing through the canyons of your mind. His biggest new story is about being where the beautiful weather comes, yes folks, Baldy is a mountain worth climbing and learning from... If somebody ever tells you, "GO TAKE A HIKE", well, find Baldy 'cause he'll tell ya to walk straight forward and not to be afraid in climbing new heights. that's fer sure!
ReplyDeleteLove reading about your journey. Great pictures! ❤️🎶
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your story, Rev! I love your journey!
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing, i’m traveling with you vicariously! Merry Christmas , Happy New Year. Love ya ! Marie
ReplyDeleteRev, this was GREAT! I don't know if u posted more like this as this one is my first...but I LOVE IT! Can't wait 5o see more! Thanks Rev and Happy Holidays!!!!
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