Getting Lucky at The Golden Triangle

Gulping down the last of my English Breakfast tea, I scoop up my bag from the tiled floor and head out to meet my driver and guide for the day. He checks that I have my passport (required as we’re venturing close to the border today) and I hop in. Already seated inside the minivan is a Vietnamese woman named Hoi (Hoy), also travelling solo. Her English is limited but enough for the standard “Where are you from? How long are you travelling for?”

familiar words wearily tumble through each travellers lips,

their eyes disinterested,

fingertips impatient.

We make a stop and are joined by two American women (a mother and daughter from North Carolina), a Chinese family of three, and a young couple from northern Italy (are you getting the north vibe yet?). I, too, am from the north west of England, and since we’re heading to the most northern province of Thailand, Chiang Rai, ‘A Day of Norths’ seemed like an apt title for a blog post.

[Please note: This blog post is a continuation of an earlier post I wrote entitled ‘A Day of Norths’]

Our first stop (an hour’s drive away) is simply a pit stop for us to stretch our legs and grab some breakfast if we haven’t had any already. I have trouble ordering again as there’s no English menu, but I end up with boiled rice with an omlette on top (which is sufficiently better than a spicy fish curry with large bones I’d – unknowingly – ordered at a roadside stop on a bus journey from Bangkok to Sukhothai a few days previous). I ignore the abundance of clothing and souvenir stalls and instead enjoy a sight for free; in the middle of the tarmacked car park, there’s a hot spring spurting out water hot enough (I am told) to boil eggs. After twenty minutes we all pile back into the minivan and we’re off again; our next stop, the White Temple.

Visiting The White Temple in Chiang Rai

I’m sorry to say it, but I wasn’t as impressed as I’d hoped I would be with Wat Rong Khun, though I seem to be one of few people on the internet who’s willing to admit it. It’s a beautiful – dazzling even – temple from a distance, allowing for a few decent photographs, but honestly, I don’t think it’s an absolute must-see in Chiang Rai.

The White Temple, Chiang Rai
Wat Rong Khun, The White Temple, Chiang Rai

Perhaps it was the near-unbearable heat, my plain ignorance or my too-high expectations that day, but this temple/art exhibit constructed from mere plaster and mirrors didn’t intrigue me as I’d hoped it would – the (unexpected) severed heads hung from trees in the opposite direction however, did.

Severed heads, The White Temple
Severed Heads, Wat Rong Khun

I’m not sure what this says about my character exactly, but I guess I’m just not one for chocolate box art (either that, or I’m drawn to the horrific). To be fair to the artist, a Mr Chalermchai Kositpipat, it is a spectacular art project, and one that’s on a scale most artists could only dream of.

The White Temple was also free to enter, so perhaps I’m just being ungrateful. I read somewhere that, although donations are accepted to support the art project (it isn’t completed yet), the artist won’t accept anything over ten thousand Thai Baht – just over two hundred quid – because he refuses to be influenced by wealthy individuals. If that’s true, then fair play to him.

Severed Head at Wat Rong Khun, Thailand
Severed Head and Children, Wat Rong Khun, Chiang Rai

After about an hour at the temple, we continue on; since this is just a day trip we’re on a very tight schedule. The day also includes a visit to the Golden Triangle, a stop at the border between Thailand and Myanmar (previously Burma), and a visit to a hill tribe. I’m not especially interested in these places, but they come as part of the White Temple package, so I’m in it for the ride.

Getting Lucky At The Golden Triangle

The Golden Triangle (where Thailand, Laos and Myanmar meet) is notorious worldwide for its opium production and drugs trade, which although is now illegal, is reportedly an ongoing problem for the authorities.

Hall of Opium Sign
‘Hall of Opium’ Sign

When we get there, we are given the option to take a boat ride along the Mekong for an additional fee, but I decide to stick around and have a wander. There’s not that much to see aside from the Hall of Opium Museum, but I’m thankful to escape from the group and have a coffee by myself.

To pass some time I receive a ‘good luck’ blessing from a monk beside a gigantic golden Buddha. While I’m not superstitious in the slightest, it’s a blessing I don’t think anyone would get their hopes up for after they saw a woman, immediately after receiving her blessing, drop and smash her phone. Clearly the irony of it was lost on her, as judging by her expression, I don’t think she was overly impressed.

Golden Buddha
Golden Buddha
Monk giving blessing
Monk giving blessing
Thailand, Laos and Myanmar
The Golden Triangle – Thailand, Laos and Myanmar

I don’t have much to say about the Thai – Burmese (Myanmar) border gate; it’s just there. Even so, here’s a photograph with my face on it!

The Northern Most Province of Thailand
The Northern Most Province of Thailand

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To end our day we visited a very controversial hill tribe, but I’m going to write about that in my next post since I’m still not sure how I feel about it yet. If you enjoyed reading this blog post, please let me know with a thumbs up or a follow! You can also find me on Twitter @ksfahey. Thanks for reading.

 

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13 Comments Add yours

  1. BunKaryudo says:

    If nothing else, The White Temple certainly made for an arresting photograph. It looked to me like the sort of thing Princess Elsa from Frozen might accidentally make if she sneezed while visiting a regular temple.

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    1. Hey Bun, I was thinking the same thing but for the life of me couldn’t remember the princess and all I could come up with was “wonderland.”

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      1. BunKaryudo says:

        I must admit, I had to Google the name. I watched the movie with my wife (who loves it) and my kids. The only character I could clearly remember three days later was the snowman.

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      2. The snowman was cute. I think his name was Olaf. I had to watch the movie repeatedly b/c I kept getting interrupted but I really enjoyed it and then last year my grandson would sing “Let it Go” over and over and over lol.

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      3. BunKaryudo says:

        My wife loves musicals, so she loved everything about this movie and insisted we all go to the theater to see it. I have two sons, so they didn’t really care about all the princess-y stuff at all. The highlight of the movie for them (and for me, to be honest) was definitely Olaf. Who wanted love a snowman singing about summer?

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      4. I would have really liked to have seen it at the theaters but as per usual I was late to the game and alas could only view it on the ole TV. As for the princessy stuff with my grandson, at slightly over 2 when he was singing the song he didn’t know a princess from Olaf. As a matter of fact I don’t remember him being particularly fond of Olaf – so sad 😦

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      5. BunKaryudo says:

        My children were a bit older at the time — old enough to think talking snowmen were funny, but still too young to have any interest in all that boring lovey-dovey stuff involving princesses. 🙂

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    2. TravelCopy says:

      Hi Buun, thanks for taking the time to comment. Haha you’re right! It does look that way.

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      1. BunKaryudo says:

        It’s unusual but pretty. The weird heads were interesting in an eccentric way too. I think I saw Gollum in one of them.

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  2. TravelCopy says:

    Also, Olaf the snowman was the best character! I’m glad you both feel comfortable to chat amongst yourselves here too. It’s a safe place! 🙂

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    1. BunKaryudo says:

      Sorry about taking over the thread like that! I usually respond to comments from the dashboard of my WordPress.org site. Comments to my posts and responses to my comments on other posts are all mixed together in a great long list, so I sometimes get a little confused about where exactly my replies are going.

      By the way, I wholeheartedly agree with you about Olaf. He was a great character. 🙂

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