Cooking in Chiang Mai

We were already full when we sat down to the final course, a series of sweet sticky rice or bananas in caramelised sauce. Being full didn’t matter, we greedily ate up the wonderful puddings at the end of a fantastic meal. What had made it even better was that we had cooked it all by ourselves, spring rolls, appetiser, stir fry, soup and a curry made with homemade curry paste as well as the lovely desserts. When I say we had cooked it all by ourselves that’s perhaps a slight exaggeration. We spent the day at a Thai cooking school where under expert guidance we created the tasty dishes. The beauty of being at a cooking school is quite a bit of the preparation is done for you and even more importantly all the washing up.
It was a great day. We started off at the market where we were given a full explanation of Thai spices and vegetables. From there it was off to the cooking school to create the feast. Gilly, myself and Alisha all cooked with Lucy as our helper and then we all enjoyed the fruits of our labour. I know it sounds like bragging but the food was definitely better tasting than that we had eaten in the restaurant the night before. It helps to have expert guides. Hopefully we will be able to recreate some of these dishes on the road although we may cheat on the curry paste as this takes quite a lot of work.


Earlier in the week we had crossed back into Thailand. Regular readers of our blog will know that getting into Thailand with a foreign vehicle now requires a permit. Three months ago we had to jump through a lot of hoops to get two permits, so we could visit Cambodia and Laos and then cross Thailand to Myanmar. The rules and requirements for the permit are constantly changing, so although we had one, we approached the border with a little apprehension. We were met with a policemen whose face fell when he saw us. He was looking at our vehicle and then looking worried. We approached him smiling, said hello and he gravely asked us where the vehicle was from. We replied the UK and his concern seemed to increase. I smiled and said I had a permit and his face changed in an instant, he was all smiles, handshakes and very welcoming. I think he was worried he was going to have to give us bad news that we couldn’t come in. After that he could not have been more helpful taking us to all the right offices and ensuring we smoothly entered Thailand. He even took Lucy’s hand and skipped across to immigration with her. 
Arriving back in Thailand we immediately noticed the difference with Laos and how much more developed it was. The roads were good and you could see more commerce in the shops. We headed to Chiang Rai, the shopping centre came as a bit of a shock with all it had on display.  
The one sight we wanted to see in Chiang Rai was the White Temple. Now I know we have seen a lot of temples but this one is a bit different. It is not old but was built in the 1990s by a famous Thai artist. It is like white porcelain inlaid with glass so makes for quite a fetching sight when you approach it. The decoration inside the temple is also quite unique. I didn’t expect to see Superman in there or Keanu Reeves from The Matrix!


After such a bizarre sight we needed some tranquility. Fortunately nearby there was a lovely lake which we could camp next to.


From Chiang Rai we headed to Chiang Mai where we were going to spend the best part of a week. Just outside the old city is a backpacker hostel with a parking area where they let overlanders park. It was down a nice quiet street and whilst we slept in the truck, we could use the hostels facilities and even breakfast.
Apart from the cooking course we spent our time doing a wide range of things in the lively city of Chiang Mai. We went back to visiting more traditional temples and Chiang Mai certainly has plenty of them being a former Royal city.


Then some people wanted to try the fish “pedicure”.


As Christmas is on its way and we are not sure whether we will have much of a chance to do any Christmas shopping later, we also took the opportunity to shop both in the night markets and in the more traditional shopping centres.


We also took advantage of the modern shopping centres to do “normal” things like go to the cinema. There was also a museum called the Art museum. What it really was was a museum showcasing 3D art which allowed you to take funny photos if you stood in certain positions. The girls had a great time there playing around.


One other thing we had to take care of was that our hot water tank had started to leak, on all the bad roads it had become detached from its moorings and had been bumped around. It wasn’t a big leak but a constant drip. Unfortunately the leak seemed to be in the main unit itself and not coming from one of the multitude of taps that connect to it. I think one of the water pipes may have cracked where it connects to the tank itself deep inside the unit. Unfortunately the only way to stop the leak is to switch all the water off in the truck. I decided I had neither the confidence or the competence to uninstall the heater unit and open up the sealed unit to look for and repair the leak. Asking around to see if anyone may know more than me I came to the conclusion that whilst some people may have more confidence than me I was not sure they had any more competence. Therefore we had to come up with a work around whereby the water would bypass the unit so we could continue to use water in the truck. To do this I would need to cap two pipes. No problem I thought and fortunately in Chiang Rai there were 3 massive modern hardware stores. The problem though was my pipes were 3/8ths of an inch and the smallest in Thailand seems to be 1/2 an inch. So in Chiang Mai instead of going to a big hardware store we went to the market and found an old-fashioned style hardware shop with everything all over the place. Once they understood what I wanted, they spent ages searching piles of stuff. Eventually they came up with a two piece brass solution (I think for gas pipes). These did the job so we have water for the truck and no leak. The problem is we only have cold water, no hot water. Whilst that’s not a problem at the moment in the heat, showers will be a lot more bracing in the Himalayas if we are unable to get the tank fixed.

Reflections on Laos


Lucy
We crossed a river as we entered Laos and went to an island. One of the first things we saw was some beautiful kittens, the island was full of lovely cats and puppies. As we walked around the islands we saw pigs, cows, chickens, goats and water buffaloes. We walked through miles of rice paddies, where the rice was about to be harvested. 


Before we met my Auntie Clare, we met a motorbiker who was travelling around the world, his name was Bob. When we saw my Auntie, we were so overjoyed. We went to the Night Market together in Luang Prabang, where we bought early Christmas presents. Once when we got up super early in the morning, it turned out there was a festival happening right next door, it was related to the full moon. We watched as all the monks put their bowls in a line on a table, while all the rest of the people put food in the bowls, an equal amount for each monk. There were other things that the monks might need, one lady brought some tissues, monks gets colds too.


When we left Luang Prabang, we went to a museum that told us about bombs. Many people had died when the bombs dropped. These bombs were designed to blow up as soon as they hit the ground but many didn’t go off straight away and still haven’t gone YET. The bombs were dropped a long time ago, before mummy was born. They are still scattered all over the country, usually under the ground. They still go off when when a farmer touches it with his hoe, when children find them and play with them or when a cooking fire is lit above it. The bombs have lots of scrap metal in them, so people go out to collect them to get money because they are very poor. This is very dangerous. Thankfully the Lao people are working hard to get them and make them safe.

Alisha
I liked Laos, it was a good country. I think my farvourite bit was seeing Auntie Clare in Luang Prabang {I think that’s how you spell it I might be wrong the computer certainly thinks so}

We started Laos off on an island in the middle off the Mekong. I enjoyed the many chicks, puppies and kittens running around the island.


 

We spent one night on the Bolaven Plateau, which I loved as it dropped to about 12 degrees. We also had Halloween there, which I also enjoyed as it meant we could dress up and get lots of sweets. Daddy was very silly on the third time we went round the truck he kept offering us vegetables instead of sweets, it was very funny.

  

I liked going to the Buddha park in just outside Vientiane {which I called the ATM for a bit {don’t ask me why} it was because I heard mummy and daddy talking about it through my head phones} It had a giant pumpkin in it for some weird reason {maybe it was a giant Halloween decoration that they had forgotten to take down or maybe Buddha’ s farvourite food was pumpkins or maybe…} it had three levels to represent heaven, earth and hell there was a bit in the middle that I think was supposed to be nirvana but the only way to access it was by climbing through a devils head at the top but Lucy didn’t want to so I stayed with her. The door was also a devil’s head you had to climb in through its mouth.

 

In Luang Probing we went shopping in the night market where we bought Christmas presents Auntie Clare gave us some early presents, which was great.

 

Then we went over some perilous roads. Once we where behind an overloaded truck that seemed to be holding long-dead animals {or so it smelled like}.

 

We did a 16 km hike!!!!!!!! But daddy bought lots of sweets so that wasn’t too bad.

 

Next we cross into Thailand the spicy food country.

 

I liked Laos it was a good country


Gilly
My enduring image of Laos will be a crowd of girls streaming out of school in their smart black Sinhs (straight skirts with a white stripe at the bottom) and white shirts under pink tartan umbrellas. It’s a scene we have seen repeated all over the country as we have travelled from the south to the north. There are usually two school sessions:morning and afternoon and the children travel by bike, motorbike or foot. It’s a treacherous time to be driving as they stream out on-mass laughing, joshing and chattering – not paying attention to the road! In such an economically challenged country it’s wonderful to see so many children, including high schoolers, in education. There seemed to me more girls than boys, which may just be my perception, but it is a promising observation about the education of girls in Laos.


Laos is still a communist country and the hammer and sickle is seen proudly flying everywhere alongside the national flag. It seemed very strange for us, I thought the flag had been done away with. In all those years we lived in Russia we only saw glimpses of it in older unrenovated buildings but in Laos it is everywhere. Like its neighbours Vietnam and China, Laos is economically definitely capitalist but to a far less aggressive degree. The Laos seem far less consumerist driven than their neighbours. Our guidebook has a quote from the French colonial times “The Vietnamese plant the rice, the Cambodians tend the rice and the Lao listen to it grow”. I think there is a lot of balance in Lao between work, family and religion. It would drive me crazy to do business there but it makes it a lovely place to visit.


My favourite slogan and tastiest beer from Asia: Beerlaos – Beer of the Whole Hearted People.


I think Laos might be my favourite country in South-East Asia. It might not have the top sites like Cambodia’s Angkor Wat or Thailand’s beaches, but it does have bags of character; the huge snaking Mekong River; beautiful mountainous scenery; and friendly, relaxed people. Definitely a winning combination for me. 
Steve
Laos was a great country to wind down in. It’s peaceful and relaxed. Everything is unhurried and even the driving is more mellow. Sometimes things seem so laid back that it’s almost horizontal. Saying that I really enjoyed Laos. It is definitely one of the poorest countries in South East Asia but also one with a wealth of natural beauty.


The people were generally very friendly although occasionally they seemed a little suspicious of us. As we are now in the dry season we could enjoy the lush beauty of the forests and jungles as well as the waterfalls and hills.  
We travelled the length of the country and one of the most common sights was of the rice paddies along the way still been tilled by water bullocks and rice been harvested by hand. Whilst there are plenty of sights to see I think my overriding memory will be just how peaceful it was. We noticed the difference both in terms of development and speed of things as soon as we crossed the border into Thailand.

Sticky Rice in the Hills

Our guide Tam dug into the plastic bag and brought out a huge fistful of sticky rice. In true “dinner lady” style he dolloped a lump in front of each of us. Our feast was spread out before us on two banana leaves cut freshly from the jungle. Smoked aubergine; spicy river fish; greens with herbs; and most delicious of all roasted bamboo. It was all very tasty when you took a small lump of sticky rice with your fingers and dipped it in the small flavoursome portions. Dogs and chickens crowded under the table of the little hut, launching themselves at the discarded fishbones. Our two guides, slurped their way appreciatively through the meal, as did we. Halfway though our hike through Nam Ha National Park, we had all been hungry. After eating our fill, Tam produced desert. Which was, guess what? Yes, more sticky rice, steamed in a banana leaf with coconut. Also delicious and we were very well fuelled for the next stage of the walk. It turns out that sticky rice, is not what happens when you overcook boiled rice, but a whole different, far more appetising variety. 


We had stopped for lunch beside the river in a Khamu, a hill tribe, village in the middle of the jungle. As it was rice harvesting time, most of the villagers were working out in the fields but there were a few shy but friendly children about as it was the weekend. As part of an ecotourism community project, the village welcomes hikers with a guide to look around. The houses were raised on stilts with livestock underneath; chickens scratched around; and rice stores that looked like small houses were away from the houses in the vegetable gardens. The Khamu are animists and we were shown the bamboo sign they put up on the paths in, to show then the village is closed for ceremonies.


With our bellies full of sticky rice we continued our 16km trek through the primary rainforest. The girls did a great job walking on the muddy path and enjoyed chatting with the friendly young Australian couple that were with us. In the last kilometre back to the road, we heard giggling and chatting from the undergrowth, the universal sound of a group of teenagers hanging out. Eventually our paths merged and they slid out in front of us – literally, due to the muddy slope. They were bringing sacks of recently harvested rice from the village we had had lunch in. They were delighted to see a little blonde girl, after a bit of giggling and egging on as we all headed down the slope, they asked if they could take a picture with Lucy on a phone they had. 


Earlier in the week, after a sad goodbye to my sister and Noel in Luang Prabang, we had headed to the hills. The road soon narrowed, twisted and climbed. However, unlike Cambodia the traffic was pretty light, so the driving wasn’t too stressful. We turned off the main highway north to the village of Nong Khiaw. Surrounded by limestone khasts, jungle, rice paddies and caves with a scenic river running through it, it made for a lovely stop. 


Outside the village, we climbed up to a cave where the local population and the communist provincial government had sheltered during 9 years of bombing they endured during the “Vietnam” war. Between 1964-1973 the Americans dropped 2,093,100 tons of bombs on Laos, even though it was technically a neutral country. The caves were pretty empty and I couldn’t imagine people having to survive in it for so long for safety. 


Early the next morning we rose in the mist and hiked up through the forest to a peak overlooking the valley. Sweating due to the steepness even in the cool air, we got to the top above the clouds just as they started to shift from the valley below.

The drive north towards Luang Nam Tha was even more steep and winding but the road was good and pretty empty. As we reached the top of a ridge we noticed that the villages we passed through belonged to different hill tribes, with different style houses. Up here there are few rice paddies but people were out collecting vegetables from their fields; drying maize and foraging in the forest with baskets on their backs. There was a collection of interesting looking fungi available from the forest in the roadside market. The scenery was stunning below us.


We broke our drive just outside the town of Udomxai, looking for a quiet spot for the night can be difficult in Asia. We saw a sign for a basic guesthouse with a big garden just as the sun was setting. Steve pulled up outside, the friendly older couple welcomed me in and with no common language we managed to communicate so we could camp in the garden for a small fee. It was a lovely quiet spot and as Lucy and I took a stroll along the road people said “Sabaidee” and smiled. A few came to look at the truck at a distance, said hello, then disappeared. We are finding Laoian people curious, friendly but quite shy. We had a similar experience in Nong Khiaw the night before, we ended up camping in a restaurant with Petang (Laoian bowls) courts. The local Petang league came for a few after work games, then disappeared into the quiet night. The next morning the owner showed the girls the tiny baby orphaned goats she had.
Leaving Luang Nam Tha after our trek we drove through more scenic hill tribe villages to Friendship Bridge Number 4 on the Thai border. We spent a night in the grounds of another basic guesthouse, more pantomiming to communicate on my part, to prepare for crossing the Mekong the next morning to Thailand.