New years Holidays. Folks from all over Thailand flock to Chiang Mai for a few days of fun and frolic. if you live here you might want to escape the flood of fools and just get the hell out of Dodge for a couple days.
I did. So when invited to spend New Years Eve and Day with in great company at a simple wooden home in the hills I jumped on it. No electricity, running water a wooden floor, a roof over our heads and four walls was all that was promised. No one told me it was going to be one of the most beautiful spots I've ever had the pleasure of spending a night. No one told me I would have to become half mountain goat to get there.
This is a private spot, although not far it is remote & secluded. We drove about an hour and half out of Chiangmai made a turn down a side road and drove some more. The forest began to get thick and this crazy man driving decided to turn down some rutted ol' watershed, deeply rutted and over grown, I though he had to take a piss, or something.
A hundred meters in the road improves (not greatly you understand) and we are given a brief glimpse of the kind of holiday in store for us. To the lower left you can see the best part of the whole damn road; it was about as long as you see here. But it was passable and there was a place to park further down a bit.
We bumped alng the road for maybe three quarters of a kilometer or so until we came to a wide-ish spot in the road to turn around and park. Then it gets interesting. We have another 150 meter walk down steep hillside where we got our first view of the place we would be welcoming in the new year.
Looks far doesn't it? You don't know the half of it. another 150 - 200 meters down steep, switchback foot paths with crude foot holds cut into the earth we came to the Next Obstacle.
Out gracious host, knowing of this required fording had prepared himself for a wade across to fetch our bamboo ferry. The raft is about 5 meters long with two raised poles length-wise down the center to stash the items you want to keep dry. The above picture is looking up river. The picture below is looking down from the same spot. The hut about center picture is the lower building; our host's is the upper.
We had enough food for twelve people (there were four of us), clothing for an arctic adventure, whiskey, rum wine, soda pop water, cooking utensils, fireworks, and assorted odds and ends that make up an expedition such as Lewis and Clarke never tried. it took two trips to ferry all our goods across the river. This was the half way point of our foot adventure.
it was only about another two hundred meters (give or take) to the small cabin where we would spend he night the slop was gradual until we took a sharpd right at the lower cabin. If it were stairs they'd be steep ones and there were some foot hold cut into the soil by the time we got there, this two pack a day, sedentary geek was seriously played out . My host being a proper English gentleman was quick in organizing a nice refreshing cup of tea.
Over tea I had an opportunity to look around a bit;
Looking north, up river; from the veranda.
Looking south from the veranda;
Another, less obscured, view down river:
And directly below us;