Chang Mai ...
is very pretty I admit, as a first taste of Thailand's what we wanted, but we always finish the meal ...
Wandering around the perimeter of the fortified everything seems very friendly, clean and sunny, apart from some local and western hotels "in" one in this place far enough away from the chaos of modern, take a walk along the temples, monasteries, local shops and small houses facing the street with their families taken from everyday life.
But the illusion did not last long, the first course, things change ...
Just outside the walls start to the main streets that extend over the city, one of which leads to night market, famous "attraction" of the place.
The buildings are changing and the signs are more bright, large, famous, buildings grow in height, so as the number of bars, shops, exchange, atm, massage and western food, are in Manhattan!
to reach the market shortly before dinner and is already bustling, and huge crowds and a river of people who are there for them do not understand where output is off.
There are thousands of stalls selling anything the mind can imagine, outdoor dining, all with kitchens / throws in and for the first time the fish new frontier of relaxation massage Asia.
This pleasure is a must in a series of tanks no higher than one meter where the individual stress-type, sitting on the edge with a cold beer courtesy, dive for a few minutes her legs to the knee and you munch on the micro fishes, are as bleak and, in several of whether the fight in order to have a pack attached to the shins, the beauty is that there are thousands around with lots of diving enthusiasts, foreigners of course.
Now I do not know if there are any benefits or not, might be used for the regrowth of pilu mascuolo (in case I hope women refrain), but it makes me a strange feeling to know that the crunch of the fish I skin, usually it's me that after a slight floured and a pleasant swimming in oil I draw the superb benefits J ... Revenge of the world will be a fish?
I dedicate the evening for dinner as usual at the local market - the night market is too crowded and busy - is small but quite stoic despite being virtually surrounded by "seven eleven" there are an infinity, is frequented mostly by locals and the food is excellent and cheap, there are also many foreigners, some young people with local youths, some less, but always with local young people, and some pretty vintage men who walk hand in hand with local women, but of the same age, relief.
As mentioned the "farang" are many and of all types, some are here on business, who played for seventy years it still feels a grouse, who is discovery of the Asian world with his or her friends, and those who travel alone without a goal and money (like me J), but the number of those will never be comparable to the number of bars, "go go bar "...
These bar I had never seen, and are usually open in the afternoon empty, but inside there is always an inexplicable number of young local girls pretty, pretty, dressed "hip" and always ready to indulge sweet nothings, the singing of the sirens once through the space in those three meters deep entry ... not I've never seen a full up to a few Western men lost in conversation in front of a pint, but I can not say more about it, even though the fantasy may lose its purpose, I follow the 22 are already in the room .... in the old L .
Eventually I allow myself a few more days in Chang Mai and the atmosphere amazing time despite started the rainy season and sometimes in the evening descends a short time, plus the Sunday there is an endless, colorful and real market for the city streets, all the streets lit banquet coming also from the surrounding areas, a very show of colors, smells, sounds and local authorities, other than night market.
But I must leave, I only have 2 weeks and 5 days there are many, I decide to head to Pai, hippy town near the border with Myanmar, the area, according to some guys met in Lao, is perhaps one of the most beautiful in the country, will be doing a solo tour.
I start with the local Bussetto microbe and saturated, the route to Pai through mountains and hills and then deal of ascents, descents and corners, plus the contraption has a small problem, in order to put the third gear must stop the descent at the beginning (or end of the slope) and picking up speed, 4 hours of pleasant madness even for a trip of 140 km ... at least we enjoy a beautiful landscape L .
Arrival in the afternoon and given the scale of the place was pretty easy to find accommodation and excellent price, 100 baht for a large room, with new and bathroom, all clean, it is certainly a bit 'strange room as the only at that price, with a large area covered with white tiles and a huge sink instead of a wall, a huge wooden table with some fly just over the garden neighbors will be happy J .
I make a tour of the town and known now many bars, tattoo and massage centers, residents are quite diverse, there are many Thai traditional dress from the nearby hills, Muslim (Chinese I think), several many local and foreign alternative alternative, all tattooed with dreadlocks and western girl behind the bike, once the parties have been reversed.
The air is very quiet in the few minutes I had almost circled the town and of itself does not offer anything, are beautiful areas in the nearby hills, they organize many treks especially Mae Hong Son where you can visit one of the villages of the "famous" ethnic P adaung (refugees from Burma), where are the so-called "giraffe women" ... even from Chang Mai proposed trips of this kind but information I think is a better thing to do.
All this has taken a turn rather concern, has become a kind of "zoo" attraction for tourists and flash (of their dollars to be exact), the Thai government decided to create a kind of "ghetto-villages" without any normality, tradition, dignity , live only with tourist dollars, not because they make it clear.
I do not know maybe wrong, but I do not like what I've read too many reasons to prefer to rent a bike and turn the villages alone in the crowd as always.
We're really going beyond the limit, combine what the world ...?
before dinner time starts to tantrums so I decide to go in changing room, turning on the light of some well-known ant that wanders on the basin within the bathroom and waiting for 4 Cockroach giant sketch for the hanging my laundry on the floor and the shower in his hand ... I try to direct them towards the water drains on the floor but they swim back to have fun and start to flutter on the walls ... and I go out of the lady of gh to ask if it has something to ask them to leave the room.
Still smiling and pulls out a kind of Baygon the size of a fire extinguisher and together we go to her daughter in the room.
She is stunned and begins to spray some spray so the blatterfly start to go crazy but do not surrender, the fight is so uneven that eventually the lady picks up a bag and catch a bare hand, frenzied.
tells me that everything is ok, no problem and goes, I think for a moment and I run after, I ask him if he can leave the fire extinguisher for the night, just in case ...
starts to rain and thunder, running back and close the door, I headed to the center of the room ... everything is moving, everywhere, my clothes, personal effects, the backpacks, the basket, the walls, "it seems" that everything is moving ... the two sprays generated the wrath of nature, room is invaded by flying insects, bacaschifezze hopping and running everywhere, ants of all sizes and colors, millipedes, ect.
whole world in one room ... crazy.
I remain motionless a few seconds in between them to observe everything and figure out what to do while a song takes my mind ... fantastic trip Pai Pai, Pai Pai're never alone, Pai Pai with you ... all the entomological
Within seconds I realize I have to change room and head towards the door, but a spider as big as a tart of white mill hangs on the handle, is big time, and gray ...
Panic, still numb and desperate look at the Thai Baygon and reluctantly head to the handle, he staggers to the ground and I go out in the flood running in the driveway trying to avoid toads, snails and Ambaradan all that rain has caused, I am sure the lady who wanted to change room and gives me the key to one of the bungalows, one of those raised, To tell the truth all the rooms are well except mine, because it is cheap here.
While back in the room the lights go out, and completely soaked with her head resting on the door I decided to go to dinner, later I will move that we do not always think about them ...
The head never the same old song ...
Andrea, Pai
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