After last night's belly full of good tucker and an excellent sleep we headed off to Mae Sai, on the Thai Burmese border. 'S' borrowed his Mum's pick up truck which seats five. There were seven of us. We were invited to ride in the back with our young Rastafarian friends but decided we're getting a bit long in the tooth for that sort of thing.
We've been before, and over the bridge to Tachileik, but this time we were visiting the markets...markets I didn't know existed. To the south and left of the bridge, behind the main street buildings, lies a labyrinth of stalls, hundreds of them.
'S' and his friends are the nicest, gentlest bunch of people you'll ever meet. However, it was amusing not being the farang focal point for a change. The locals were too busy staring at the ear stretchers and dreadlocks to pay Stray and I any attention.
You become immune to the thrill of haggling for a market bargain after a while, so we returned with only a blanket. On the way back to Chiang Rai 'S' went off the beaten track to show us his mother's current house...that's when my camera battery died and I had to resort to my mobile phone.
|The dam near by|
Back at the Chiang Rai house I wandered around, again, and took some more photos.
|One of two carved dragons that hug the pillars near the entrance.|
|An old tea setting with ornamental eggs|
|Looking out from the veranda down to the second of the three houses|
Back in the day, peacocks used to roam the grounds and birds occupied the aviaries below. A large pond with a Sala (pergola) island is being refilled and restocked with fish. Chai, one of 'S's older friends, happily and enthusiastically machetes down the overgrown vegetation around the house. They joke that if you ever get lost in the Thai wilderness, that you should pray that he's out there with you...a jungle version of Macgyver if you will. His energy should be bottled and sold to NASA.
Recently Mike wrote about khaao laam (rice cooked in bamboo) and I joked about it being the equivalent to throwing spuds wrapped in tin foil into a fire, like we do back home...one guess what we had with dinner that night? Both!
One of the bamboo tubes over heated and fired off a portion of rice like a small cannon ball. It's ready to eat when the rice reaches the top of the bamboo tube. Ours were without sugar and coconut. The sticky rice was presented in a tube of inner bamboo skin, which definitely added a different and subtle flavour.
The spuds (*man farang ...can't think of a better name for potatoes) where delicious, and smothered in butter and salt like they ought to be.
A big thank you to 'S', his Mum and friends. for their warm friendship and gracious hospitality.
*Varieties of food/produce which were introduced by Europeans (and Europeans themselves) are often called 'farang'. Potatoes are 'man farang', 'man' alone can be any variety yam or tuberous vegetable.
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