On Tuesday, I flew from Sydney to Bangkok. My plane was 20 minutes late, which doesn't sound like a lot except I had a 60 minute layover scheduled and had to go through Thai customs. I somehow managed to make my 2nd flight to Chiang Mai.
Thailand is a beautiful country. It's hot and humid, the people are friendly, and the food is spectacular. It's been a great week and I've still got a few days before I have to leave. I'll put some pictures at the end of the post.
Being a tourist always makes me feel strange. Travel is one of my favorite things. I love to experience new places and see how other people live. The part that bothers me is that feeling that I'm barging into someone else's space.
I try my hardest to tread lightly, but I see so many people who make jokes out of the culture they're visiting or treat holy sites like playgrounds. When I see people like that, I wonder if they know what they're doing. And that makes me worry that I'm doing it too.
This has been true for lots of trips I've taken, but it rings even truer here. The debate over cultural sharing is a hot issue on the internet, but I've never been satisfied by the conclusions any side comes up with.
Yesterday was the start of Vassa, which our tour guide calls "Buddhist Lent." We spent the night in a village in Lampang, where we got to participate in a ceremony at the temple. Everyone held bunches of flowers with a candle, and some monks led us in circles around a giant statue of the Buddha as they chanted. I don't know what they were saying, but the ceremony was still beautiful.
Other than getting to sit in on (and partially join) a Buddhist ceremony, much of our trip has been very touristy. We've visited a lot of night markets, which all sell very similar clothes and trinkets for extremely low prices. I took a bike tour around Chiang Mai, learned how to make Thai food in a cooking class, took an incredibly short boat trip to Laos, and photographed a lot of temples.
I'm trying my hardest to be a considerate visitor. It's easy to remember to be respectful at a holy site (especially because people are quick to reprimand any misbehavior there), but it's harder to remember that etiquette is different here than it is at home. So while I'm here, I'll learn as much as I can and try my best to be respectful. I don't know if that's the right answer to the question of ethical travel, but it's what I've got for now.
And here are the pictures!
I'll see you next week from another country! Which one? Come back to find out.