In which I get some chores done and a strange cat turns up.
Woke up to the sound of bagpipes being played about a block away. It sounded nice from here, but I have to wonder how his wife feels about it.
Pretty pleased with today’s progress. Put some silicon above the windows in preparation for the winter rains. This required ladder perching – not my favourite sport.
However, the windows are all extra super water proofed now, so it was worth being a wobble-hobbit for an hour or so.
Got some boards painted too, ready to go on the ceilings. It was a nice day, so they dried pretty quickly. Not really looking forward to putting those up. Thinking it may require wine for intestinal fortitude.
I checked the portal a few times, but Smudge Friday was nowhere to be found. Guess she’s wandering around in a wormhole somewhere. A bit odd, as she’s usually hanging around somewhere.
There was a patchy white cat hanging around though. Seemed friendly enough. Funny thing though, every time I called Smudge, this one would come running. Weird.
Oh, and another thing. Look at my floor! How the heck did that happen?
In which I learn the art of drainage and find a mad fisherman in my garden.
Cobbled together with some gravel gathered from around the place and a few spare pavers. Why is my back hurting?
Went to check on the cat portal (still functioning) and found a madman fishing in my ponds!
Close-up – obviously deranged. Dangerous? Used zoom lens, just in case.
Whoops – sprung!
And off he goes! Obviously intimidated by the ferocious furry beast on the table.
Where did he come from?
Where is he going?
Tomorrow’s task – plan and potentially execute trip wires plus dig a strategically-placed large hole with spikes in the bottom. (Oh yay, more digging.) Count fish stock.
I’m stuck in Kuala Lumpur.
My day from hell started at 5.30am this morning when I got up. I finished wrestling my luggage together, managed to toss a 7/11 coffee down my throat, then got a taxi to the airport. I waited around lots, ‘cos I always get to the airport far too early, due to my immense paranoia of missing planes, trains and automobiles. It turned out that my luggage was 10 kilos over – it appears that my luggage-weighing device thingy is a bluddy liar. I had run out of data on my Thai sim card, and the airport wifi didn’t want to talk to my phone. So I forked out some baksheesh baht for the extra luggage weight and flew to Bangkok. I was way too early again, so I schlepped around with my trolley full of bags – unable go to the toilet because I couldn’t leave the luggage unmanned. God forbid anyone steal my ukulele and hill tribe hat. Continue reading
Phet – or ‘Diamond’ in English – scoffs some lunch.
A couple of days ago I was lucky enough to return to Elephant Family Sanctuary, in the Maewang District of Chiang Mai. On this day it started raining just as we got to the camp, so things were done a little bit differently from my previous visit. Our lovely guide Cookie gave us a bit of a run down on elephants and safety around them, then we grabbed our feed bags and climbed the hill to load up on cucumbers. Once again our group was small – there were five of us – and we were joined by a likely couple of lads from London, upon who I directly lay the blame for the ensuing discussion on elephants and flatulence. You know who you are, Aziz and Shay. Continue reading
Baby elephant walk.
I’ve just had the privilege of playing with elephants at Elephant Family Sanctuary, in the Maewang District, about an hour and a half south of Chiang Mai. It’s run by my Thai adopted brother Chaiw, who rang me on Saturday afternoon and said he had booked me in for the next morning to go on a half-day excursion and I would be picked up earlier in the a.m. than I am generally comfortable with. So I hauled myself out of bed, foregoing my crucial morning coffee, (potentially fatal to those around me) and got myself ready for this momentous occasion. The EFS silver van duly picked me up at 7.15am and we did the rounds, via back roads and lanes, to pick up the other clientele that were in on this particular trip, Theresa and Tom from California and a young lady from Israel who I think was named Carly. We were a small group today, which I’ve found is always a good thing, as you get to ask your guide lots of questions. And I am indeed rather nosy, although I prefer the label “Curious” or “Enquiring”. There was also a driver, who didn’t speak English, and our guide was a lovely young lady called Hnong, friendly and full of smiles, with quite reasonable English.
Travelling Crone has put up an excellent post and I thought I ‘d pass it on. If you’re a woman and travelling, particularly if you are doing so alone, this is a worthwhile read for you.
As I was saying to TC, the first time I was in India, a man sat next to me on a bus (partner was on the other side of me, staring out the window oblivious), and he put his hand on my knee. I didn’t quite know what to do, as we were on a local bus and I was concerned that making a fuss could start some sort of conflict between all the locals and ourselves, and I did not want to put my partner into an aggressive situation. So I just kept shifting my knee, remaining extremely uncomfortable, until thankfully the guy got off the bus a few stops later. In retrospect, I wish I had researched posts exactly like this one before travelling outside my own culture.
Women – you can help yourselves somewhat by not wearing super short shorts and tiny wee tops when you’re walking around cities, towns and streets. Men are very visual creatures and they’re really going to LOOK. Unfortunately there are a few men out there who can’t or don’t want to control themselves, and when you show them a lot of your skin, they turn into predators. Keep these guys in mind when you are choosing your travelling clothes. Maybe keep the skimpy stuff for when you’re not out in public. Just a thought.
Here’s Travelling Crone’s link:
- And now for a quick test – is this the right way or the wrong way to dress in public? Photo by Devon Christopher Adams – Flikr