Ton Sai

It’s been a whirlwind adventure of a past two weeks! Sorry not much communication- we’ve been on the road A LOT, and in tiny jungle villages with intermittent internet ;)

✈ Arrival

We arrived in Thailand late Friday night- same day as the Olympic torch. We stayed in Bangkok for just a day (and a day was plenty!) and then hopped a bus 12 hrs. south to Krabi province. We had some R&R time for a week before coming up to Chiang Mai to start work at the orphanage. At the recommendation of several friends and a backpacker’s guidebook, we sought out the small bay of Ton Sai, and found paradise there.
Before I sing its praises I’ll tell you a little about the South of Thailand. There are many small islands off the coasts (Gulf of Thailand on the E side, and Andaman Sea on the Indian ocean side) which are amazing and pristine, and have some of the most beautiful reefs and crystal-clear water. It is hot, sunny, and tropical at this time of year. The Thais in the South are mostly Muslim- interesting to observe women in head coverings driving motorcycles, along side of bikini-clad European tourists!
There are many spots in the S that are getting extremely touristy (ex. Ko Phangan and the Phi Phi islands featured in the Leo DiCaprio movie The Beach), and we tried to avoid those places, seeking some untouched nature and some peace and quiet.

☼ Ton Sai

The only way to get to Ao Ton Sai is by a steep climb through mountain, or by longtail boat- traditional Thai wooden boats whose prow is hung with flower garlands and bright fabric, and which run from a recycled car engine. So Ton Sai is pretty secluded. The view is straight out of my wildest dreams- giant karst rock formations jutting straight up out of the Andaman sea, crystal clear water.
The vibe there is dreamy. Bob Marley is the patron saint of Ton Sai- his image is painted on signs everywhere, and there are plenty of little reggae bars that play Legend all night. Thai Rasta boys with dreads down to their waists walk around saying “ don’t worry be happy” and “keep it real.” I wonder which came first- the backpackers and climbers who populate Ton Sai because it's the cheapest place to stay, or the Rasta vibe? ;)



☝ Day 1 of Ton Sai

We climb out of the long tail boat and wade to shore, our 6 mo.-luggage piled on our heads and shoulders. Hike into the jungle to find a cheap hut, interrupted by gigantic iguana thing (as big as a cat!) that scrambles out into the path in front of me. shriek! Find small one-room wood/bamboo hut on stilts with aqua blue mosquito net, fan, cold, open-roofed shower, Thai toilet (flushes with scooped water collected from your shower.) Cracks in floorboards are so big that a snake could get in if it wanted to. Perfect! We’ll take it!

There is electricity for parts of the day. It is extremely humid -nothing ever dries here, always mushy, soggy, damp. Smells like fruit rot. There’s motion and energy at every turn here- lizards constantly scampering up walls and ceilings, wild chickens run around, goats charge out of the jungle making me jump. Monkeys!!!

✌ Day 2 of Ton Sai

I am wide awake at 4 am. I listen to my ipod for several hours before the sun rises (weird to be able to listen to an ipod when you’re in a hut in the jungle ;) I listen to James Taylor and miss Rachel- is our 3rd day here to early to open your first letter, Rachie? ;) Then I listen to Bon Iver. He’s fantastic-thanks Dan! Sun rises. We sit on a strip of sand and watch water. Eat breakfast of banana pancake and plate of fruit. Swim. Explore. Chill out on beach as sunsets. Chili Peppers music coming from bar to my left, Damian Marley being played to my right. Um, I could live here forever maybe?

♡ Rest of the days at Ton Sai

There’s too many stories to write about at this time, so let me try to boil it down to the important stuff; some inspiring new friends, and a list of top five adventures over the past week.

First, the small village of Ton Sai. The people there treat us like human beings instead of tourists, like we’ve been treated everywhere else we’ve stopped in Thailand. Luke and I became fast friends with a group of the Thai “Rasta boys.” There is a group of about 6 of them who are amazing football (soccer) players, and work at the “Chill Out” bar during the high season, though their home is close to the Malaysia border. They have all grown up together, and work on a farm together when they’re not at Ton Sai. They are the best of friends- each other’s soul mates, and a true lesson in loyalty and hospitality to me.
First we met “Rain.” He walked past me and asked “how are you doing today?” I said that I was well, and asked how he was doing. He replied “medium” and kept walking down the path, laughing all the way. To be in Rainy’s presence is to be always laughing and joyful. He is small and dark with crimpy hair down to his waist, and usually wears a tye-dyed tank top that says Ben & Jerry’s on the front, and bright pink fisherman pants. He is quick, witty, and wicked at Connect Four.
Then there is Chirro- proud, shy, beautiful. He looks like the illegitimate Thai son of Bob Marley. Tom is a batik artist. Anand is quiet and has sweet dimples. Then there are a few others whose names I didn’t learn, and these guys do everything together, including play on their own title-winning football team barefoot on the beach, and walk around as a unit all the time. These guys’ care for and loyalty to each other inspires me to live that closely with my own community of friends.
Lucky for us, they invited Luke and I into their family, and the best night of our trip so far happened behind a hut in the jungle where we all sat in a circle on a bamboo mat around a small fire, and sang our hearts and guitars out to Bob Marley songs in broken English under the stars. There was real love that night!♥

☠ 5 Best Adventures of First Week!

1. Day trip Sea diving at 4 islands and Sea Gypsy curry on the beach
2. Climbing slippery rocks in rainstorm on Railay beach. Lots of cuts and curses!
3. when our new friend Rain saved us from foot-long, red, poisonous centipede
4. Rasta boys football team wins local beach championship and we celebrate with them Thai Rasta boy-style ☺
5. Fire dancing festival at which 11 yr. old Thai boy spins fire and shakes banana leaf-clad butt to “the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire, we don’t need no water let that (expletives) burn!”