My last day in Bangkok was spent almost entirely in a cafe near the train station, where I eeked out a meal and a drink for about five hours. I chatted to a Peruvian man named Carlos, and managed to Skype one of my friends, who is notoriously difficult to get hold of (thanks for getting up so early!). It was great to catch up, and realise that despite eight months of near-silence (for which I accept 50% responsibility), nothing has changed.
I found my berth on the train, but the beds weren’t set up, so I sat on the roomy leather seat and got chatting to the Canadian couple in the next seats along (who live in the same city as my mum and brother), and an English couple opposite. Hours passed, some people (myself not included) bought the expensive though well-portioned train-food, and then a little man in a pink silk jacket began to make his way down the train, setting up beds. This sounds pretty mundane, but the speed at which he performed this task was astonishing, and slightly alarming. He adjusted the seats, laid out the mattresses, put on the sheets, pulled on the pillowcases and hung up the curtains for two beds in one minute and thirty-three seconds. We were hugely impressed. The result was comfy and private, and I would have had a great night’s sleep if the fluorescent light above my head had been switched off.
We arrive in Chiang Mai at 8:00, I found my hostel, and then walked around the small town. I visited some of the ubiquitous wats: the bustling Wat Phra Singh, the half-destroyed Wat Chedi Luang, the dark teak Wat Phan Tao. As with all popular wats, any promise of calmness and serenity was quashed by the footfall of hundreds of tourists. By the afternoon I felt like I needed a bit of space, so I enrolled in some yoga classes. It’s been months since I’ve practiced, so I felt immobile, stiff, and unbalanced, but despite this, I enjoyed the class, which was lead by an instructor who distractingly resembled Sacha Baron Cohen. After the class I went for lunch with a girl I met there called Shane, then wasted the late afternoon with a rest.
In the evening I met back up with Shane and two of her German friends, and we visited the Sunday Market. It started out fine, various wares were on sale, some of which were marginally different to what I’d seen before. As time went on, however, more and more people attempted to crush between the stalls. The result was sticky and uncomfortable, so we gave up and visited a jazz club, where a funky group entertained us with plucky slap bass and whistling guitar riffs.
Today was another significant admin day. I hired a bike, then cycled to the Indian Consulate, a few kilometres from the centre of the city. This took longer than anticipated, as I hadn’t factored in the awkward network of one-way streets, hindering my attempts to access my destination, but eventually I made it. Upon my arrival, the man working there informed me that I needed proof of flights in and out of the country, and confirmation of my booking at the hostel I’d put as a reference. I hadn’t been aware of this, as it hadn’t been specified online, but fortunately, I had two whole hours to find WiFi, book a tour, book flights, book a hostel, find a way to print confirmation of all of the above and cycle back to the consulate. I had to apply for my India visa today, because I only have nine days left on my Thai tourist entry. The India visa takes a week to come through, so I’m cutting it quite fine.
I switched into efficiency mode, ignoring the gnawing sensation of anxiety in my stomach, and found a cafe with a benevolent manager (in possession of a printer), just a few minutes down the road from the consulate. I skimmed STA, impulsively chose a tour, then set to buying flights, from Yangon to Bangkok, then Bangkok to Delhi (because that was cheaper than going directly from Myanmar), then bought a third flight from Kochi to Calgary (which is going to be very long and highly enjoyable). I then booked the hostel I’d written on my application, printed everything, and paid for my tea and the inconvenience I’d caused. I pedalled back to the consulate, arriving with about half an hour to spare, and breathed a sigh of relief as my paperwork was handed in. Niggling doubts about the authenticity of some of the details on the form are plaguing me, but there’s nothing I can do now apart from keep everything crossed.
After my faffy morning, I decided to cycle to Wiem Kum Kam; some temple ruins in the southeast. I had many of the wats to myself, and was able to salvage a sense of calm from my previously pressurised state. After a while the sun got too hot, so I cycled back to town for lunch.
I went to my second sweaty yoga class, then had dinner and met up with Shane. We went to the same jazz bar as yesterday, and the band tonight was awesome, especially the silky-voiced drummer. He had a smooth tone that you would never expect to resonate from a tiny Thai man.
It’s been a mixed few days. I like Chiang Mai, but my experience so far has been extremes of pressure and peacefulness. I’m hoping things will settle into something more constant over the next few days. Hopefully closer to the peaceful end of the spectrum.