Panda House Chiangmai
Travel Blogs from Chiang Mai
... that in order to grab our attention to ensure we saw it, was to become a convulsing ball of energy. It wasn't only spectacular seeing the eagle ray swim by, but it was really mind boggling seeing someone so enthusiastic, freaking out the way he did. He later told us that the last encounter he had with an eagle ray was 2yrs ago. A few minutes later we came across 3 leopard sharks swimming around our dive group. This was incredible as their leopard camouflage was identical to that of ...
... I were looking for hotels that were reasonably priced around the area. There was one listed boutique hotel, but the taxi driver had no idea where it was, so I found another one called the Mayflower that sounded decent, and he took us there. As we pulled up to the Mayflower, it was a very large hotel that looked quite pricey. We told the cab driver that we didn't want to stop at the Mayflower anymore and to take us to another hotel. But he was done with indecisive girls. He parked ...
... westerners glared at him, pursed their lips, pouted and lisped.
"Please stop - it is very annoying"
They had more guts than me. I never was one to invite a kick to the crutch.
Thai Railways apparent attention to health, safety and hygiene falls sadly short in the toilet division when a trip to the loo means standing (or squatting as custom demands) in an ankle deep pool of stinking urine..
Chris met us off the train in Ayutthya on ...
... so tightly shut you never expect it to
open again. Anyway, the workers seemed cheerful enough and the owner, well she
was so absolutely charming I quickly forgot the ordeal I had just been through
getting to meet her. I was soon brought back to earth with a bang after another
hair raising taxi motor bike ride back to the main road. Then a car taxi
brought me back to the safety and sanctuary of my hotel room where I lapsed
into a ...
... have put in a second crop of rice. It's all very manual, and a communal affair. Village life certainly has it's appeal. Most nights there is the sound of music being played somewhere; the mornings often start with a loud speak broadcast by the chief village man telling of coming events etc. Nights lately are filled with the dong of gongs from the temple!
Our other volunteers here, Clyde & Kathy from the US, come every year for about 6 months. ...