In the land of the hill tribes

I love Chaing Mai.

It is a bit like a wet but hot spring in the Richmond bit of Melbourne.

Btw, there used to be elephants at the bit of Richmond that is Burnley just over the road from my school of higher learning.

I went elephant hunting.

That bloke in the hat behind me was a bit odd but a talented man none the less.

He could pick up peanuts, bananas and bread rolls with his penis. Not all three things at once I should point out. That would be unbelievable.

He was an elephant whisperer as well.

After a few lessons I can now, with a bit of a run up manage a donut. The peanuts require a considerable amount of concentration. And just when you think you have a firm grip on it/them someone in the audience coughs or, the elephant pinches it.

I still like elephants though.

 

I have a confession.

Today I went to an "authentic" hill tribe village open to the public and a "special" place.

It was a mystery to me.

I am on the way to waterfall number 14. It is guarded by a Thai hill tribe princess called " Mae nam waterfalltress".

She liked me and let me go in the river.

I am in number 14.

This was stuck to me in my Thai fisher man pants front room area when I returned from waterfall 14.

The waterfalltress had to remove it for me.

I had to stand perfectly still whilst she slid a bamboo spatula between it the skin. This has to be done at the exact same speed as the cephalopod moves or else it gets agitated and releases thousands of tiny barb shaped spears from it giant 20cm long foot into whatever it is sliding along on. There wasn't a lot of room to move but the waterfalltress has good eyes and a firm but fair hand for both man and the giant snail. I still have an ugly bruise.

I recovered quickly.

 

Get'n air Chaing Mai style after the incident of the snail, the spatula, the awkward moment and the bruise...

 

Just about now I got the wave from the hired gun who drove us around that it was time for a Chaing Mai chaser and spring roll...he dropped us at hippie street in the old village, (fuck knows why ) and split for monk school. I bought two bikes and a gorgeous antique bag in good old hippie street Chaing Mai and we then split for the ban boo lang.

We parked our bikes under the banyan




tree and I drank beer with French people from France whom, after a few bubbly drinks told me every secret they had. I have that effect on the French. They have never been up the Eiffel tower was one another is a little controversial.

I love Chaing Mai

 

goodbye Chaing Mai

Hello Bangkok

Love and peace

M