Day 3 at ENP – 1.14.15 Wednesday

Shovel elephant poop in the morning.

Next we got in vans (which the driver played country music!  ) to go visit hill tribes to bring packages we put together yesterday. On the ride I found poop in my pocket, elephant poop. Damp elephant poop.  Must have fallen in there during chores.  This Hill Tribe was about 20 minutes from ENP.  We delivered clothes, blankets and toys to the adults and children. Although we are a bit unorganized the gesture is very moving. This Hill Tribe village is one of the providers of the crops (they are farmers) that are delivered to ENP for elephant and human consumption.  Pom mentioned to me that they have made these deliveries to over 100 different Hill Tribes.  This is amazing to me.

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For lunch had delicious rice rolled in banana leaves.  Delicious!! We ate near the Buddhist monk temple.

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When we got back to the park Jodi recruited us to bring treats and toys ( trimmed branches ) to the Bachelor boys, Hope, Tong Suk, and Chang Yim.  This is Tong Suk aka Jungle Boy!

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Tong Suk aka Jungle Boy

After that we went to Steels enclosure to play with her and her mates.  Steel is such a doll… gets a little possessive for our affection but a doll nonetheless.

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Steel

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Steel with red jacket, Gimpy 1 ( Thai Pei, white), Gimpy 2 (Son Luk, brown)

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Steel with red jacket, Gimpy 1 (Thai Pei, white), Gimpy 2 (Son Luk, brown) & Sabine

Drinking a bottled Margarita now which tastes pretty good.  Dinner is on in half an hour and then we go to the conference room land learn about Thai culture.

Day 2 at ENP – 1.13.15 Tuesday

Will have to add photos and notes later.  Checking if I can post

Clean elephant park. Saw Navaan and family. Saw Mae Bua Loi and Mae Bua Kham. They were in blankets because they were shivering; it’s been quite cold in the morning.

Saw Dok Mai and family herd.

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Learned that females produce milk ànd can give birth up to 60 years of age. Wow.

Played with cats after morning chore and had delicious lunch. It is freezing in the morning and night! !! But sunny and warm during the day. Actually quite refreshing. 🙂

This afternoon is elephant bath which I may just observe and photograph today. Snoozed a little in the sun after lunch first though. Get a chill out if the sun and the elephant platform is out in the sun.

Loving everything.

Even the fact that I will be cleaning elephant and cattle poo this afternoon .

She just came up to the platform!

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Sunday Walking Market (Tha Phae Gate)

p.s. This post was done from the bathroom, which is closest to the hallway, which is closest to the free WiFi. Nothing except typing was done while writing this post.

Finally the clear blue skies of Chiang Mai in winter!  :).

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We are on our way to Sunday Market, not Sunday Walking Market which is much bigger. We will go there when we return from the sanctuary. Some cool art work across from the market. I snuck in a little American influence in the bottom right of this picture (McDonald’s). Why would anyone not want to eat delicious Thai food only?!?!

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This is a view of the start of the market at Tha Phae Gate. Hi, Sabine! The aisles for the markets are usually quite long and several rows deep. The day markets or walking markets are some of my favorites because the majority of the items are handmade. The Kilare Night Bazaar, which I still enjoy, is 50/50 designer knock-off tents and handmade goods.

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Two aisles are dedicated to the locals who are preparing food to so sell to tourists.  EVERYTHING is made fresh. Speaking of food, this was our lunch, homemade dumplings and fresh mango juice on the rocks. Yummy!

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I was able to buy a few things but am limiting myself since I will have to pack it all up and take it to the sanctuary. I will do the heavy shopping when we are done volunteering.  🙂 When we were done with the market, we explored a couple of streets across from the market and, or course, I bought a couple more things.  I made a friend at the bookstore we visited. He had a collar woth a bell on it which made me very happy since it mean he has a human. He was relatively small yet round:

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And true to cat nature, when I tried to get a picture of his face, he gave me the cold shoulder.

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At around 4:00, we decided we were done and took a motor-trike back home. By the way, there are no driving laws or lanes in Thailand. Part of the Thai charm 🙂

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Here is more scenery on the way back to the hotel.

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We will have a low key evening before the start of our volunteer work tomorrow.  Probably have some pad Thai at Top Market (which has a mall on top of it) and then had back to our hotel next door. We pack up and watch a little t.v. — one American channel, woohoo!! I’ll write more in 12-ish days when we return from the sanctuary!

Saturday Night Bazaar

The most eventful part of this was the motor-trike back to the hotel. The driver drove like a maniac. Thank god for the oh-shit handles. Of the 2 lanes of one-way traffic, we were in the third lane– the dotted line separating the 2 lanes. I had images of one or both of us rolling out of the trike into traffic.. or the trike tipping over. holy.shit.

Some pretty lights that I will bring home once the girls decide which ones they like!

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all my elephants are aligned…

So as some of you may know, there was a slight issue with my 2 week reservation volunteering at Elephant Nature Park. We are volunteering the week of the 12th and the week of the 19th. Sabine’s reservation went through for both weeks but mine only went through for the 2nd week. We called this morning to confirm the Monday morning van pickup to the ENP office. I explained again that my first week reservation seemed to be dropped, so they suggested that I volunteer the first week at Elephant Nature Park for dogs. That way I can still be on the premises yet have housing; there was no housing available for elephant volunteer. I agreed to go to the ENP office at 11 a.m. since it was too late to make an online reservation.

We decided to leave a little early and arrived at the ENP office at 10:30 a.m. Who should be in the office (which is like a little tropical office space loaded with office cat and dog rescues, the resident 4 leggeds) but Lek (founder of ENP) having her picture taken with stacks of boxes of donated clothes. We saw her and she immediately smiled and said ‘You back!’ We said yes, every 2 years has been our plan. She said how nice it was to see us and we tried to scoot aside so that she cold finish with her photo-op moment. 2 young local Thai volunteers at the registration desk offered to assist us and I proceeded to tell my story again and then agree to do the first week with the ENP dog volunteer

alternative. As we were talking, sweet, tiny little Lek comes up behind our chairs and puts her arms around us to say hello. She said how she is so glad to see us again. She asked if we were volunteering again and I explained my situation aaagggain – not to get any preferential treatment but just telling her that Sabine was doing 2 weeks with the elephants and i was doing first week with the dogs and 2nd week with the elephants. And she says…

‘Oh, no, no… you can do both weeks with elephants’. And I said how I was told it was full. But she said, ‘no, no, we make room for you.’ And then I said thank you but I know there is no more housing available. And she says, ‘I always have housing for you, especially when you keep coming back…’ I stared at her, then jumped off my chair and threw my arms around her, and, of course, started crying. I could not stop saying thank you…. and she smiled and kept hugging me back. I was overwhelmed at her gracious gesture. I would NEVER ask for preferential treatment and would gladly accept working with the ENP dogs.. although my preference is the elephants. But it was like everything aligned just right at that moment: getting there 30 minutes early, running into Lek at the office, Lek recognizing us and insisting that there is enough room for me at the park. And even further more, when the 2 young men were registering us, and we said we would pay the balance now (rather than the typical Monday morning during pre-park registering) we realized that the balance was less than what we owed. When we said this, they said, ‘no, Lek told us to give you a discount’. What??? I was just filled with emotion. So, to not offend and tell her that the discount
is unnecessary, we accepted her ‘gift’. And I will be making an online donation to the park in the near future.

We had a slightly bumpy time since the start of our trip, but now everything has fallen into place. I am beyond happy!!! Thank you, Lek… angel and my heroine.

Jumping into Thai time zone… 12 hours ahead of home. Feeling a little fuzzy and happy.

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Thailand or bust.

Not the happiest camper. We actually arrived at the hotel by 12:00 a.m. ish on 1/9/2015. It is raining which it never does in Thailand in January. This saddens me… Frazzled and exhausted because the flight from NYC to Seoul was delayed which made us land in Seoul 5 minutes AFTER our boarding time for the 2nd leg or our trip (Seoul to Chiang Mai).

I had about 472987234987623957 hot flashes (I have noticed that some of my hot flashes can be triggered by stress) while running from arrival gate, through security (again) where the line was 43958736729768725621340685868234 people long, to the next departure gate. The whole time I think I may have been yelling that we are to miss our next flight. The entire process was very unorganized and not ‘typical’ of the Seoul airport experience.

The rest went relatively smoothly until we opened the door to our room… and it was warm, and muggy, and 2 post-grad graduates could not figure out how to turn on a single light switch in the room. In fact, some seemed to be missing… I was ready call the front desk, but not only could I not see the phone, but the power to the phone was also off.

I’m not sure what made Sabine think to put our keycard into a little slot by the entry way to our room, but when she did, the lights went on, the air-conditioning turn on, the mini-fridge turned on… I guess this is a slightly clever idea so that guests do not lose their keys so easily AND they are forced to shut off the power when the leave the room. But it would have been nice if this was explained to us.

This deluxe room seems to be 2 deluxe’s less than the last 2 times we were here and I have to be standing in the hallway or near our toilet (which is nearest to the hallway) in order to get an internet connection. Skyping is loud and disruptive on a 12 hour time difference, but whatevs.

I (we) am (are) showered and clean and ready to comfortably rest on our beds while we loosely plan our next couple of days before volunteering…

over and out.

ants

i have ants.
not me personally.
i don’t know how i would even begin to explain that one.
they are on the first floor of my house.
they say that the large sized ants are carpenter ants.
and that the small sized ants are food (kitchen) eating ants.
these are medium sized ants.
i have no idea what category these guys belong in.
i’ve read that ants can carry up to 100x’s their weight.
impressive. but.
only if it were able to pick up my car would i spare an ant.
i am not fond of ants.
i HATE ants.
they are crunchy when you step on them.
and then they still get up and keep walking.
they are excellent swimmers too
as i’ve discovered from my futile attempt to flush them down the toilet.
fluffy is stalking them.
scout already ate one of the little traps i put out.
(but i have been reassured that the only side effects is one very thirsty dog.)
i hate ants.

For parents who complain about the cost of horses…

So this article was sent to me by my sweet Jen.  I would agree with all of this, except the labeling of piercing and tattoos, etc, for I know several girls that have decorated themselves and are lovely young ladies.  I know too that circumstances have left us very fortunate to be able to do this… even if we’ve had to give up other things.  it was and is our choice.  It is true that, at age 14, almost 15, I have seen her grow in ways that other kids her age have not yet grown.  I am not sure that she understand the full costs of these things but she is slowly learning this as well since she is now contributing some funds to her passion.  One thing I do know, is that i LOVE to watch her do her thing, with confidence and strength (yet a gentle hand) and patience and excellent sportsmanship.

With these things, she has already succeeded.

So here it is:

For parents who complain about the cost of horses
Very often we hear parents at the riding school complain about the cost of horses or lessons. While we know they eat a hole in the pocket we found an article that a parent recently shared about why they are happy for the hole to be there. We’ve copied this and definitely think you’ll enjoy the read:

My daughter turned sixteen years old today; which is a milestone for most people. Besides looking at baby photos and childhood trinkets with her, I took …time to reflect on the young woman my daughter had become and the choices she would face in the future.

As I looked at her I could see the athlete she was, and determined woman she would soon be. I started thinking about some of the girls we knew in our town who were already pregnant, pierced in several places, hair every color under the sun, drop outs, drug addicts and on the fast track to no-where, seeking surface identities because they had no inner self esteem. The parents of these same girls have asked me why I “waste” the money on horses so my daughter can ride. I’m told she will grow out of it, lose interest, discover boys and all kinds of things that try to pin the current generation’ s “slacker” label on my child. I don’t think it will happen, I think she will love and have horses all her life.

Because my daughter grew up with horses she has compassion. She knows that we must take special care of the very young and the very old. We must make sure those without voices to speak of their pain are still cared for.

Because my daughter grew up with horses she learned responsibility for others than herself. She learned that regardless of the weather you must still care for those you have the stewardship of. There are no “days off” just because you don’t feel like being a horse owner that day. She learned that for every hour of fun you have there are days of hard slogging work you must do first.

Because my daughter grew up with horses she learned not to be afraid of getting dirty and that appearances don’t matter to most of the breathing things in the world we live in. Horses do not care about designer clothes, jewelry, pretty hairdos or anything else we put on our bodies to try to impress others. What a horse cares about are your abilities to work within his natural world, he doesn’t care if you’re wearing $80.00 jeans while you do it. –

Because my daughter grew up with horses she understands the value of money. Every dollar can be translated into bales of hay, bags of feed or farrier visits. Purchasing non-necessities during lean times can mean the difference between feed and good care, or neglect and starvation. She has learned to judge the level of her care against the care she sees provided by others and to make sure her standards never lower, and only increase as her knowledge grows.

Because my daughter grew up with horses she has learned to learn on her own. She has had teachers that cannot speak, nor write, nor communicate beyond body language and reactions. She has had to learn to “read” her surroundings for both safe and unsafe objects, to look for hazards where others might only see a pretty meadow. She has learned to judge people as she judges horses. She looks beyond appearances and trappings to see what is within.

Because my daughter grew up with horses she has learned sportsmanship to a high degree. Everyone that competes fairly is a winner. Trophies and ribbons may prove someone a winner, but they do not prove someone is a horseman. She has also learned that some people will do anything to win, regard-less of who it hurts. She knows that those who will cheat in the show ring will also cheat in every other aspect of their life and are not to be trusted.

Because my daughter grew up with horses she has self-esteem and an engaging personality. She can talk to anyone she meets with confidence, because she has to express herself to her horse with more than words. She knows the satisfaction of controlling and teaching a 1000 pound animal that will yield willingly to her gentle touch and ignore the more forceful and inept handling of those stronger than she is. She holds herself with poise and professionalism in the company of those far older than herself.

Because my daughter grew up with horses she has learned to plan ahead. She knows that choices made today can effect what happens five years down the road. She knows that you cannot care for and protect your investments without savings to fall back on. She knows the value of land and buildings. And that caring for your vehicle can mean the difference between easy travel or being stranded on the side of the road with a four horse trailer on a hot day.

When I look at what she has learned and what it will help her become, I can honestly say that I haven’t “wasted” a penny on providing her with horses. I only wish that all children had the same opportunities to learn these lessons from horses before setting out on the road to adulthood.

The ones i love are the ones that can hurt me most.

This is a slight variation of ‘the ones i love are the ones who drive me most crazy’.  Today my younger daughter asked if she could tell me something without me getting mad or ‘taking it the wrong way’.  my other older daughter was sitting on her bed next to her, and murmured softly, ‘yeah….’  they both looked at each other, and then my younger one proceeded to tell me that my ‘selfies are kind if weird’.  that i seem strange in them and they don’t get it.  i was shocked.  i admit that i am less the norm of most adult moms that do selfies.  i like most all of them (or i would not post them).  some are goofy, some are ‘artsy’, some are revealing (not in a sexual way).

I have always been told, i am strange or weird, especially when i was growing up.  i am, but that’s a quirkiness about me that doesn’t really bother me now that i am older.  except when my kids say it.  the younger one said, ‘i just wanted you to know so you are not embarrassing yourself’  hmm, i didn’t think i was. and yet i am not capable of telling her, both of them, that.  i have internalized this as the insult i had always been used to receiving when i was little.  for some reason, it hurts immensely. and i want to cry.  but the tears are stuck.

and so i made the rash decision to delete most all of myself selfies on instagram and facebook.

and while i was at it, i decided to unfriend some friends from facebook that are not invested in a friendship with me.  the ones that take and take for granted and expect, but only respond to me only 3 times a year.  despite my emotional, encouraging and even monetary (during those rough times) and/or packages of generosity.  and the even sadder but realistic outcome of this as that they won’t even notice.   except when the packages stop coming.  it’s kind of ok.  after all, you can’t sacrifice or compromise  yourself for the happiness of others all the time.

it’s better to give than receive.  but it’s better to receive than take.

today, i hurt.

but i will always love them.