Bridges, temples and silk: Thailand

In an attempt to catch up with our travel blog, this post will cover our final 3 destinations in Thailand: Kanchanaburi, Ayutthaya and Surin. All 3 were quite different from each other, and in a way, ticked most of the boxes we had for our visit in Thailand. In all honesty, we had expected more from this country. After reading so many rave reviews, we felt a little deflated as we toured around. So, apologies for those that love Thailand, but personally, we didn’t feel the magic that we expected. Maybe that was the problem; we ‘expected’ a little too much. We also appreciate that it is a huge country and we only dipped our feet in for what felt like a matter of seconds in comparison with India and Nepal.

I think our biggest issue here was money. Much like every other traveller, money and budget play a huge part and truly dictate how you travel, where you stay and for what duration. Keeping a close eye on your wallet is always good advice, despite how mundane it can be.

Compared to India and Nepal, Thailand proved to be very expensive. Certainly travel costs seemed to be far more costly, but accomodation and food were also slightly more inflated. This wouldn’t usually be a problem, but our budget was already set, and if we wanted to ‘last’ out here, then we needed to find cheap and cheerful options: everywhere. Without further ado, I present to you Thailand’s greatest asset: 7/11! Every time we entered one of these convenience stores, we felt like we were cheating. We came all the way across the world, to this beautiful country and appear to spending rather a lot of time in the heavily air conditioned 7/11 shops: crazy! But for those on a shoe-string, these shops were a real money saver. Beer (yes, I’ve started a list with ‘beer’), water, bread, noodles, toilet paper; everything is cheaper in these shops and we really roped back in some of the lost savings that we spent on buses, trains etc. Of course there are street vendors serving up delicious, often an indistinguishable array of delights, but for day to day supplies (water is the obvious big one) then look no further: and trust me, you don’t need to look for them…7/11’s everywhere. In fact, 99% of the time, you can be stood on the doorstep of one 7/11 and if you look down the street, you’ll surely spot another.

Back to Kanchanaburi, our first stop outside of the wonderful Bangkok capital. Lying 4 hours north west on the banks of the river Kwai, and stooped in history, we chose this place for rather obvious reasons. The river itself is beautiful, with water lilies dotted all over and the fantastic back drop of the nearby mountains, every photo taken was like an instant postcard. Our first of 2 guesthouses was on the water itself. Suspended on floating barrels, we felt the slow, gentle rocking motion of the water as we lay in bed that evening. The town itself has been described as a mini, relaxed version of Bangkok – relaxed, yes…but we couldn’t see any other resemblance to the big city. Like a small fishing town, with a few bars and huge flowering bushes lining the streets, Kanchanaburi felt far more rural: a perfect place to rest up for a while. Our second guesthouse was also situated on the river, slightly further away from the centre (which dramatically dropped the price) and offered great views over the river: sunsets here were dreamy, with powerful orange and red tints of light reflecting over the calm water, another postcard view that we felt lucky to part of.

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The main attraction here is of course the bridge over the river Kwai. Made famous by the 1957 David Lean film, the bridge itself is a mass of black steel, with the train tracks running across it. The museum is well worth a visit and quickly paints a horrific picture of the slavery and grueling conditions the POW’s faced when constructing the bridge. The heat of the midday sun was well into the 30’s, which made it easier to imagine the suffering that they must have felt. We took the train across the bridge itself, which is a memory that will stick we me for a long time. By closing my eyes, I could feel the dead, stuffy breeze pass through my clothes. I could hear the rhythmic clunking of the track below, which painted a picture of tired men, labouring their heavy sledge hammers and constantly under attack from the brutal Japanese army. It was a difficult concept to try and understand, a lesson of modern slavery and we both felt a wave of gratitude and compassion for all of those involved.

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Our second stop proved to be quite different to both Bangkok and Kanchanaburi. Ayutthaya is home to some very famous and fascinating temples. The historical park itself is spread across many acres, with hundreds of temples and Buddhist monuments, you could easily spend a couple of days getting lost and exploring. Lush green grass and shady trees adorn the park and as we cycled from one area to the next, it was fun to imagine the life and energy that once was. One of the most memorable images here was at Wat Mahathat and the stone head of Buddha entangled in the roots of an old fig tree. The huge 37 meter long (8 meter high!) reclining Buddha at Wat Lokayasutharam was also incredibly impressive and a true tribute to the past artists and sculptures.

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On a slightly different note, Ayutthaya also has some of the strangest, coolest tuk tuk’s we have seen so far. Looking like something from the future, all brightly colourful and even a Batman one: fully equipped with a batman figure glued to the roof, brilliant! We stayed at a tiny little internet cafe which only had a handful of rooms, but had two things that Malene and I have been looking for all over Thailand. Firstly, it was cheap as chips, secondly, and a huge bonus, it had A/C…oh what a delight! We even had to break out the sleeping bags which were starting to collect dust. It was certainly nice not to sleep in a pool of our own sweat for once: 200 baht (£4 a night) for those interested. It was next to this place that I had my first ever Thai full-body massage. As lovely as the girl was who gave me the massage, I sort of felt like she broke me. I have absolutely nothing against larger women, but my spine has a different opinion! It will be a while before I get another massage, and probably even longer until I walk with a straight back again.

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Our final stop in Thailand and possibly our quietest stop, was in Surin. North east of Bangkok and close to the Cambodian border, this sleepy town would be our port to Cambodia and our chance to see hand woven silk, a famous Thai skill and one we didn’t want to miss before leaving. Staying at a remote homestay, we started to feel a little bit more of what Thailand had to offer. Away from the buzz of big cities, tour agencies and inflated prices, it was great to finally enjoy Thailand. The silk village that we visited was equally quiet and secluded and a lovely setting to experience hand woven silk garments up close. The patience and skill the women have in weaving was breathtaking to watch. A small team of ladies, each with individual roles would effortlessly weave intricate and detailed patterns using the ultra-fine threads of silk. It was so wonderful to see the traditional methods still being used and reminded Malene and I of the simple beauties of life. Patience, hard work and dedication can all be admired and learned from an afternoon here at the silk village.

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It was a brief encounter with Thailand, much like this post. Short and sweet sums our travels around this country and we wish, in some ways, that we had more time and definitely more money to explore it further. We’ve heard so many great things about the north of Thailand, but with our ‘home-dates’ firmly set in our minds and 2 highly anticipated countries to go, it was time to close this chapter and begin another. We were also lucky enough to meet two fellow travelers: Ellen and Anton who would bravely join us to cross the Thailand/Cambodian border. That journey, however, will be for the next post as I feel I have already bitten off more than I can chew for one entry!

Onto country number 4: Cambodia, will it prove to be better than Thailand?

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The birth of Buddism: Lumbini

This post will be short, but the memories we will take from this place will certainly be sweet.

Lumbini is situated 10 hours south west of Kathmandu and took us around 5 hours to get there from Chitwan. The small, sleepy town of Lumbini doesn’t hold much for tourists to see, but it is the place to stay when exploring the temple area and the birth place of Buddha. The remains of the building where he was born is now housed in a rather ugly white concrete building from the 70’s. The area however, remains incredibly special and in fact is number 1 on a list of the most respected sights of Buddhism in the world. For those interested, the list is as follows:

1. Lumbini – Buddha’s birthplace (Nepal)
2. Bodh Gaya – the place of his enlightenment
3. Sarnath – where he delivered his first teaching
4. Kusinara – where he died

Outside the birthplace, I’m the courtyard stands a large Bodhi tree, which is still heavily used today for meditation. Prayer flags are strung up and create a sea of multi coloured holiness.

Spiritually, this places evokes feelings of peacefulness and acceptance. Acceptance for the person who you are, the choices you have made and the path you have chosen in life so far. Those who know me, know that religion has never played a significant part in my life. What Buddhism offers, doesn’t really seem to be a religion – to me anyway. Instead, it offers a feeling, a love for life and others around you regardless of their religious views and beliefs. I know extremely little about Buddhism, but appreciate that we are travelling through a land where Buddhism is the main religion. Certainly Thailand and Cambodia have huge numbers of practicing Buddhist monks, and I think it would be almost criminal not to find out more about these strangely clothed people and try to understand their views on life and the world around them.

The area surrounding Buddha’s birthplace is full of temples and monuments dedicated to Buddhism. It was certainly a long day, but we traveled through them all and explored the various court years and gardens that surround them. Most of the temples were donated by different countries and was almost as if they competed with each other to see who could go bigger, who could incorporate more gold or who could show off their engineering capabilities the most. For us, the peace stupa at the top of the park was the hi-light. So simple in white, with minimal decoration and 4 Buddha statues inside the dome create the peaceful atmosphere that I feel Buddhism is all about. This was also where we had lunch, right next to a beautiful pond which was full of flowering lotus flowers.

Apart from a pit-stop back in Kathmandu, this was our final stop in Nepal. A country so different, yet similar in so many ways to India. Both containing such charm, character and diversity, but here with a slightly more relaxed approach to life. Nepal for me was everything and more that I expected. Beautiful scenery, generous and loving people and quite simply one of the best months of my life. It is also the first place that both Malene and I have agreed that we would like to visit again. We have made so many memories here, delved into a new religion that looks fascinating and of course, found Dal Bat, the food that just keeps coming!

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The lost caves of Ajanta

After trying the third hotel on Jalgao’s station road, Malene and I left, unable to negotiate a price that worked for us. Luckily, there were plenty of other options on the same road and our patience paid off as we stumbled into Hotel Plaza. It wasn’t late, but the long traveling hours and hit or miss food left us both tired. The Hotel manager was charming from the off and happy to show us the variety of rooms he had in his slightly unconventional guest house. With a modern feel to it, we followed him down white washed corridors and inspected the even whiter rooms, barely decorated, but clean and at 750rs (£8) a night we booked ourselves in for the next 2 nights.

Hotel prices in India don’t make sense. Price, service and room condition rarely go hand-in-hand and most often, we find that the smaller places are the best option and the best price. The Lonely Planet guide helps to plan long and complicated trips, but when it comes down to hotels, there’s so much choice, that shopping around a little can really pay off. And that’s what happened here. Not only was the room perfect, but also the service and the kindness of the manager. He provided us with maps of the local area, a list of restaurants and more importantly, a detailed guide to getting to the Ajanta caves – home to some of India’s oldest artwork.

The next morning was an early one. After a good nights sleep we woke at 6am and were greeted by an early morning chai. The hotel manager even stopped a passing rickshaw for us and insisted that we didn’t pay the driver more than 20 rupees. The journey to the bus stand was quick and uneventful. However, it was surprising to see how busy this little town was at this relatively early hour. On our walks through various Indian towns and cities, we’ve noticed that there are a lot of people who appear to be doing very little, some asleep, some playing cards but most are chatting with each other in what ever shade they can find. With so little to do, why are they getting up so early?

At the bus stand, we had a short wait before leaving and decided to have another chai – the small glasses of sweet chai are so addictive and great for getting the body started. On the bus, we clambered down the narrow aisle, feeling glad that we didn’t have our large bags with us. Unfortunately, the only remaining empty seats were towards the back, a place we will try to avoid from now on! The bus fired up what sounded like a well used V12 and as the exhaust spat out a cloud of black fog, we pulled out of the station and embarked on the one hour journey to Ajanta.

The beauty with traveling at this time is watching the sun rise. It doesn’t really matter where we are in India, the sun rise and sun sets are usually memorable. The sun is so big, like a giant ball of passion and it is always so majestic to watch. Unfortunately, the ride-comfort didn’t match the beautiful scene that was evolving outside. We were being bounced and tossed around like rag dolls. Our heads were close to smashing the overhead luggage compartment as our bums left the seats. It felt like we were on a ship in gale force winds and we didn’t really know where we were getting off. As it turned out, we got off one stop too soon, which meant we had to start walking, hopefully the right direction.

After a 10 minute walk (uphill) we came across a guest house in the middle of no where and asked for directions. Out of pure sympathy, the guy we were chatting to decided to take us on the back of his bike – both man and machine were Hero’s! At the foot of the mountain, Malene and I waited for the shuttle bus that would take us up. After a brief ascent we reached the ticket office and forked out another 250 rupees – the standard price for all of India’s World Heritage sites. Of course, had we been local Indians, the price would have dropped to just 10 rupees each – we call it ‘milking the tourist’, and it happens everywhere! We started another ascent, this time by foot and as we managed to take the first bus up in the morning, it felt like we had the place to ourselves. At the top, we looked down upon the horse-shoe crescent that was formed in the side of the mountain. With a river running along the bottom and lush, green canopies, the place looked a lot like the way it did in 1819, when John Smith rediscovered them after years of being forgotten. The 30 caves dating between the 2nd Century AD and the 6th Century BC, depict Buddha, his teachings and their way of life. With so many paintings so well preserved it was almost impossible to imagine how anyone could achieve such beauty – such a long time ago. In fact these paintings, or ‘temperas’ as their known, are so detailed and beautiful, that no examples can be found from this era in the entire world.

It was a little creepy and slightly bewildering walking from cave to cave. We couldn’t imagine how they constructed these caves so many years ago or how the crafted the stone so beautifully. In many places there were small holes in the floor where it’s said they mixed their paints using animal and vegetable pigments – we were standing on one of the worlds oldest palettes. We wondered between individual rooms that were used to shelter Buddhists during the wet monsoon season and gazed in amazement at the giant statues of Buddha, most of which were within their own stone chamber at the rear of each cave.

After a very thorough study of each cave and finding John Smiths signature, we decided to climb the hill directly opposite the caves. At the top and after wiping the sweat from our foreheads, the view was clearly worth the climb. The horseshoe shaped valley curved its way around in front of us and as the monkeys played in the trees, hundreds of meters above the valley floor, we again tried to work out how they formed the caves in the side of the mountain. Of course, we could never fully understand the mystery behind Ajanta caves, and that in itself was the beauty of it. A true place of peace and tranquility, the sense of holiness was almost tangible. Much like the paintings were engraved on the walls, Ajanta caves is engraved in our memories and we feel very luckily for that.

Next up…Goa, the sunshine state!

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