Pai : A little slice of New Years Pai
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Well here we go people! The eve of the auspicious year 2552! "Hey, it's a pelendrome. What more do the hocus pocus merchants amongst you need for auspiciousness?!" Just kiddin'! So yep here we go! Get ready for another slice of 365 potential to rock the worlds of ourselves and others... or to carry on doing precisely what you were doin' befores I guess. So sharpen those pencils; lick those nibs; dip those quills deep into the inkwells of inspiration; get Googling and blog-goggling for ideas and gets those dreams fired up, well-coloured and crafted and ready for realisiation in the year to come of 2552! Oh sorry, what's that?.. "2552???" I hear ya sayin'. Well yes, you see whilst yous and I (unless you're Thai) reading this are currently drifting through the year 2009 Anno Domini, the Thais are waaay ahead of the calendric game, their year being based on the birth date of Buddha.
2008? I can't complain, whilst as it came with its usual mixed bag of plesaure, pain and disappointments and joys it was definitely defined for me with good times. Learning to scube dive; visiting the English Lake District for the first time; clambering up Ben Nevis, quitting my job ("WOO-HOO!") and of course getting more deeply immersed in the TB community and setting off on this grandest of adventures that you're patiently reading your way through at this minute. No regrets and here's to drinking to an equally exciting 2009. 2552. Whatever! :)
Plenty of time and a fine sunny day to utilise before any thought to New Years revelries needs to be given. Jon decides he's gonna hire a motobike and get out to the hills and surrounding sites.
Paul and I head on through - getting lost a little - and eventually find our way (7-8 km outta town) at the Mo Paeng Waterfall.
Back in town Paul and I stroll about and settles down, foot weary and in need of beer at Na's Kitchen. Now, writing this as I do now in mid February 2552 I have a problematic duty of recollection for Na's Kitchen, situated on the middle of Pai's 3 parallel central streets.
We hook back up with Jon who's had a fab day on his little red bike. Fell off it 2 or 4 times. Not bad for a beginner. And no real 'Thai' or 'Ferang Tattoos' aquired. This being general terminology for any significant cuts, grazes or - most commonly - inner calf muscle burns on the hot exhausts of motorbikes picked up by inexperienced or usually plain drunk tourists.
All day long the Thai holiday makers have been setting off hundreds of the pretty tissue-paper lanterns that I had been introduced to yesterday evening. They let them go from their campsites; from the fields; from the banks of the river Pai; from the streets, temple grounds, bridges and bars. A steady stream of flickering warmth, light and colour drifting up into the night air. I had earlier purchased a red lantern and fag lighter for ignition, so Paul, Jon and I add our own floating red glow-ghost to the flame-fuelled gathering in the sky. This quaint moment over and done with - our bid for cultural engagement for the day - it's time to get on with the more serious and necessary business of getting alcofrolically trashed 'cos it's New Years after all!
For some of the evening we're a little held hostage by a floomin' crazy Thai girl called Kaow (pronounced "cow" and henceforth referred to by myself as 'mad' or 'silly' Kaow as my mood dictates) whom Jon had been drunk with (and her Finnish boyf) whilst on route to Chiang Mai and bumps into him again here.
And so that's it folks. Close that final chapter of the Book of Your Lives 2008 and get ready for the year ahead. I'm writing this mid-feb 2009 so it's hardly appropriate for me to wish my TB pals a "Happy New Year" but I hope that the year is treating you kindly so far and that you've got your maps and guides dusted off and planning those adventures for the months ahead.
Jon, Paul and I, blissfully ignorant of the food poisoning incubating inside of us for now drink plenty of bad drinks at some club or other, do plenty of bad dancing and staggering home Paul manages to lacerate his right ear open on a sharp metal construct of some description not realising this fact until to following morning, the anaesthetic qualties of alcohol being what they are ;D