January 16, 2018

January 16, 2018

This morning we boarded trucks and drove northwest of Chiang Rai into the jungle mountains. We stopped in a rural village where several Thai Hill Tribes have been relocated. Most of them are migrants from surrounding countries (as far away as Tibet) who have come to Thailand in hopes of a better life. Some have been here a long time, but most have not been granted citizenship and live on the fringe of the Thai economy. These tourist encounters provide a way to earn income. Learning about the migrant experience just reinforces for me how most of the problems of the US are universal issues around the world.

Some half dozen ethnic groups are represented in this village. All are women peddling their handicrafts while the men are out fishing and farming. The draw of the Hill Tribes are their distinctive features, dress, and cultural practices. One group traditionally wears brightly colored head-wear with elaborate stitching and bead-work. Another has enlarged earlobes.

But the most distinctive ethnic group are the Kayans. They are migrants from Myanmar. The women of this tribe wear brass rings to elongate the neck as a sign of beauty. Apparently the neck only looks longer; actually the shoulders are being depressed. These rings are shockingly heavy.

Before leaving we stopped to see Pineapple, Tobacco, Tapioca, and Rubber Tree groves. From the mountains we returned to Chiang Rai, boarded our bus and then drove southwest towards the city of Chiang Mai. Our journey through the scenic mountain countryside takes us past three national parks (Doi Luang, Khun Chae, and Mae Takhrai). At one point we are passed by a dozen Porsches who must be rallying or in some auto club. Later we make a brief stop at Mae Khachan Hot Springs. It reminds us of a mini-Yellowstone with belching fumaroles. I took my shoes off and relaxed in the steaming stream. You can also buy chicken and quail eggs cooked in a hot spring.

On the outskirts of Chiang Mai, we finally made our required Craft Factory Tours. We got three out of the way in one afternoon: Silk, Gem Cutting (Jewelry) and Silver. In developing countries, this is a way for tour guides to earn additional income.

The last few days, my allergies have flared and I can barely breathe. I am guessing it is from mold growing everywhere, especially the bus’ A/C.  I finally break down and buy some medicine outside our hotel. I tell Aimee this might be our last trip to a humid jungle location. Aimee is ecstatic.