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As I set foot in Bangkok’s modern airport I felt happy to return to Planet Earth. Although our flight from India was only four hours Erin and I felt like we just spent a month on another planet. Planet India was an amazing and enjoyable experience but we were really looking forward to the comforts of Thailand. And for most of our time in Thailand we did enjoy the comforts of good value accommodations, delicious food and great buses. We especially enjoyed the most relaxing night of our nine month journey in a Marriott hotel thanks to our great friends, the Pintos!! But, eventually we found ourselves in a little predicament.
We enjoyed several days in the pleasant and relaxing city of Chiang Mai before venturing out to see the more secluded regions of Northern Thailand. The Chiang Mai and Chiang Rai provinces are nestled in Northern Thailand near the Myanmar (Burma), Laos, and China border and are blessed with picturesque panoramas of lush green mountains and rivers that snake through the countryside. Over many years ethnic minorities have settled in the remote regions of these beautiful provinces. These ethnic minorities are often referred to as ‘hill tribes’ and each hill tribe possesses its own language, customs, dress and spiritual beliefs and most are of semi-nomadic origin. They are ‘fourth world’ people in that they do not belong to developed or developing nations. Rather, they have crossed and continue to cross national borders, often fleeing from oppression by other cultures. In an attempt to see this beautiful region and hopefully a hill tribe we embarked on a “planned” two day adventure that would take us to the Akha Hill Lodge in the mountains of northern Thailand. Our two day adventure would include a bus, a riverboat, and then an hour hike to our lodging.
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We tossed the bare essentials into our small backpack and left the rest of our luggage at our Chiang Mai hotel. We then boarded a four hour bus to the small town of Tha Ton. In Tha Ton we purchased two tickets for the mid day river boat down to Chiang Rai. After a quick lunch, I placed a call to Akha Hill Lodge, confirmed our reservations and was reassured that the lodge was easy to find. The receptionist said there were signs to the lodge on the hiking trail, and if we became lost we could ask the hill tribes to point us in the right direction. Feeling very good about our excursion, we boarded the river boat and began our journey through the mountainous region. Seven of us sat, actually more like lied, in this little river boat and cruised down the river with our heads only a few feet above the water. The river and surrounding mountains were so tranquil I could have easily slept. But fear of missing a beautiful sight around every bend kept me awake. Three hours into our journey, the boat pulled up to rocky shores near a group of hot springs. We disembarked here while all the other passengers continued to Chiang Rai. As we began our hike to the Akha Hill Lodge we were encouraged by a sign we saw right off the bat. At that time we were unaware that this would be the ONLY sign pointing us to the Akha Hill lodge. We were completely isolated as we hiked through the region. At this time, we enjoyed this isolation. After thirty minutes on the trail we noticed a small village up ahead. Filled with excitement and nervous energy we ventured into the village. Nervous energy, definitely, although I have seen many odd and unique people walking the streets of San Francisco I
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Erin is safely aboard the river boat.
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Our refuge while floating the Mae Nam Kok river.
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have never strolled into a remote village where people live strictly of the land and speak their own unique language. This village consisted of people from the Akha hill tribe which originated from Tibet and whose spiritual belief system is animism. These ethnic minorities live in basic wood cabins and the community we walked through had about ten to fifteen cabins. The cabins were on small stilts and under the homes they kept various types of animals but predominantly pigs. As we arrived in the village we were unsure of which direction to head next so we took the lodge’s advice and asked for directions. You’re probably thinking “how is Jarrod going to ask such a question when the hill tribes language is only spoken by a select few in this world?” Well, you will be proud to know that my second language is Tibeto-Burman!!! Okay, that is a lie but ask yourself this. How often are foreigners walking around this village asking about politics or the latest video game? If a foreigner opens his or her mouth in this village the villagers know this person is lost and is asking for directions to the one and only lodge in the region. So, once we opened our mouths a few villagers pointed up the hill and we were off.
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The one and only sign to Akha Hill Guesthouse.
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This was the largest hill tribe cabin we laid eyes on.
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This is where our good luck came to an end. Over the next thirty minutes we encountered three forks in the trail with no signs whatsoever to indicate which direction we should go. So much for that easy trail we were told about. With all the forks in the trail we knew the odds were against us. We placed a few markers at each decision point to make sure we could return to the village and then to the hot springs and camp grounds near the river. Several back tracks and a few hours later we came to the realization that we would not locate the lodge before dark. What had started as a fun excursion had quickly become a pain in the ass. We did not want to be in the woods at dark so we retraced our steps through the hill village and back to the camp grounds. With an hour or so of light left we approached the camp grounds hoping they had a tent or small cable available to tent.
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After numerous unsuccessful conversations with visitors and a security guard due to the language barrier we realized this camp site did not offer tents and the few cabins they had were full. At this moment I remembered reading an “around-the- world” planning book that gave recommendations on where/how to sleep outside if you were ever forced to. So, with their recommendations in mind I scanned the area for sleeping options. Option 1: we could sleep in the campsite’s restroom which would protect us from the cold but be disgusting. Option 2: we could sleep on the cold ground near lighting for safety, or Option 3: we could turn on the charm and try to make friends with a few locals camping near by, and turn a two person tent into a four person for the night. But considering we only know a few words in Thai that might be
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Which way do we go!
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difficult. None of these options sounded appealing but they were all becoming very real with each passing minute! We eventually found a person who spoke a little bit of English that told us about another campsite down the road that rented tents. As daylight waned, we quickly hit the road in search of this option. As we walked anxiously down the road my mind raced between awful horror movies where hitchhikers and other road wanders are axed to death and the more realistic outcome of Erin and I sleeping in the Men’s or Women’s restroom at the previous campsite. Twenty minutes later and in complete darkness we passed a lodge-like building and noticed two Thai men excitedly waving at us as they ate dinner. Before we even knocked on the door it was opened by them. We were lucky to find that one of the men, Johnny (obviously not his birth name), spoke some English. He quickly offered us a room in this quasi lodge which we later learned was a summer camp that Johnny and his pal were watching and repairing during these winter months. Johnny also offered to drive us into Chiang Rai the following morning, which was the closest town where we could catch a bus back to Chiang Mai. The room in the lodge had a full size mattress on the floor with no sheets and a bathroom that obviously had not been used in quite some time. Things were looking much better but Johnny’s somewhat odd demeanor and over-eagerness to have us stay in an empty home in the middle of nowhere worried us a tad so we also asked him if there were any other accommodations near by. He promptly walked us outside and across the street to a small camp site that rented tents. As the camp site attendant informed us that we could rent a tent for $10 USD, Johnny quickly said a room in his abandoned lodge would also cost $10 USD.
The great news was that I was no longer worried about sleeping in a public restroom. The bad news was we had to decide between a warm room with a bed but may contain two serial killers or the safety of a campsite albeit with no sleeping bag or blankets to keep us warm and comfortable. So that we would not make a rash decision we walked over to the make shift campsite restaurant to eat and discuss our enthralling sleeping options. Over a plate of fried rice we would decide our fate.
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During dinner we came up with the idea to ask Johnny to drive us to Chiang Rai now instead of in the morning. This would eliminate both of our undesirable sleeping options. With this in mind, I ventured back to the “lodge”. Johnny seemed a little bewildered by my request and quickly said no. I assumed it was about money so I offered to pay him $10 USD (the same as one night stay in his haunted house) to drive us into the city. Johnny and his buddy badgered back and forth in Thai. Johnny continued to say no. I think Johnny saw a confused look in my eyes and therefore finally told me that it was not safe for us to drive tonight because he had been drinking. Okay, I said and then I thanked him for his honesty, but of course I walked back to the restaurant believing this really may be our last night alive. Erin and I sat at the food stall table contemplating our
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next move. I wish I could tell you different but in the end we decided that a warm house with a bed was more important than the small risk of being assaulted by two drunken Thais. Johnny found some sheets, a blanket, a couple pillows, and even a fan. He was extremely kind that evening but we were still suspicious and after saying good night to Johnny we promptly boarded up our door with a small desk that was in the room. Yes, we actually boarded up the door. Luckily we were completely exhausted from our long search for the hill lodge in the mountains so even under these uncomfortable circumstances we fell asleep quickly.
I am happy to report that we both woke up the next morning without incident. After ten minutes of removing items from the door we ventured into the common area to find Johnny. He had already eaten breakfast and offered us some food. After some noodle soup we strolled around the campsite while Johnny prepared to drive us into town. Erin and I started to joke at the thought of drunken Johnny trying to harm us. We would laugh even harder as our journey to town progressed and included several sightseeing detours. Johnny drove us to another hill tribe village and stopped so that we could walk around the area. Later, we stopped near an elephant park to take pictures including the shot of Johnny and me below. We did not think Johnny could be any nicer until he drove us to his best friend’s home/business. His friend owned a non-profit organization that assisted hill tribe children. We met a few of the children and the family of Johnny’s friend. The night before, I spent considerable time worrying that Johnny and his live-in buddy might assault us and now this morning I’m hanging with Johnny at his friend’s Christian based charity organization.
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Johnny showed us this elephant park en route to Chiang Rai.
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How could we have feared the kind and gentle Johnny!
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Our final hour with Johnny was spent listening to country music, his choice, as we drove through town in his pick- up. We will probably never forget our time with Johnny and if we would have known what a kind person he was we probably would have had even more fun talking to him the night before. I wish we all wore signs that stated if you were a “good” or “bad” person. This would eliminate a lot of missed opportunities and also prevent a lot of unfortunate situations. Although I’m not sure what my sign would say, Johnny’s sign would read a GREAT PERSON!!!
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