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Sunday, 8 April 2012

Pai

Happy Easter everyone!
I hope you are all having a lovely Easter, with lots of chocolate treats (not jealous at all). Adam and I have spent the last few weeks in Northern Thailand, most recently in Pai.
Pai is a small town up in the North close to the border with Burma, apparently a new strain of malaria has been found there that is pretty much incurable, but we wont get into that now! We arrived after a speedy and at times, life threatening, car journey up and around a mountain with some sheer drops, into Pai, which is one of the nicest Thai towns weve encountered on our travels. There is a hippy kind of theme with lots of dreadlocked hair and much to my annoyance, people thinking its OK to wander around with no shoes on, something that has come to bother me quite a bit. I mean, on a beach or whatever fair enough but all the time? You can’t be THAT at one with the earth, I almost want them to stand on some glass just to prove my point. Rant over. The chilled out vibe in Pai was amazing. Little stalls selling amazing hand crafted gifts to street stalls selling good food. We stayed in a really nice bungalow in a garden setting, just 5 minutes walk from the main street.
We heard there were lots of waterfalls etc to be seen, so the next day we set off on bicycle to see some natural hot springs, approximately 7KMS away. Now, you may not think 7km's is alot, i didn't particulary either as i decided to bike it. However, the 7km's was spread out over some pretty steep sloping roads, i will get to the contraindications of this shortly...On our way to the hot springs, we came across a fellow cyclist trying to locate them also, a lovely girl called Meg from Somerset. We joined forces and 10 minutes later, sweating profusely, we tried to lower ourselves into 40degrees water....uncomfortable. The springs were awesome and very relaxing, the natural minerals and heat does the skin the world of good, especially our feet which after 6 months of flip flop action it certainly helped :) There were some areas of the springs where the water rose up to 80degrees, the locals often try to boil their eggs in there, much to the annoyance of the nature reserve people (see pics). So after frolicking for a while we decided to head back to the pool near our bungalow to cool off, it was now around 1pm and 40degrees, on reflection not the best time to bike.......After a few hills, i withered into a pile on the roadside. Even though i had drunk copious amounts of water, the heat and exertion and the hot spring action had taken its toll. At one point i felt delirious, there were flashing white lights and i felt very sick, "Go on without me, leave me here" it was all quite dramatic and although Adam tried to explain that i wasn't going to indeed die, i do remember Meg waiting patiently and if not a little uncomfortably close by. She decided to go and see how far we had left, she came back 5 minutes later and claimed it was all "down hill from here" quite apt. So i managed to get back on the saddle and soldier on home. Fifteen minutes later, 2 cokes down, at the poolside I was right as rain again.
We had an excellent time in Pai, we visited a cool waterfall the next day, Adams flip flop went off the edge and he managed to retrieve it by leaning over the edge of the waterfall with a long bamboo stick, i couldn't watch and i tired to explain to Adam and Meg that if you've grown up watching 999 with Michael Burke on a friday night then you would have had reason to be nervous. The last few days in Pai we were both unfortunately ill with a bug which was pretty rubbish, but we got over that and managed to just bear the car journey back to Chiang Mai (the old woman behind us didn't bear up quite so well and was heaving into a sandwich bag for most of it).
So now we are back in our nice guesthouse and waiting for Alex Parnell to get here tomorrow! We can't wait, meeting him at the airport and getting ready to show him the Muay Thai time of his life!

Take care, amy xx

Northern Thailand pics. Enjoy

























Wednesday, 4 April 2012

My tribute to my friend Jon

Six months ago, a great man explained to me and Amy in a way that only he can, that we have to write a blog whilst we travel. This man is a media god of Norfolk, I knew him first before I really met him getting to know his personality through his Norwich city fanzine.  In time Jon would go on to make regular appearances writing columns for the EDP and who could forget his appearance on Radio Norfolk, the man even appeared on GMTV.
I met Jon in and around Norwich Union and by his own admission I was seen as a tad annoying “Always asking about Norwich” he would say. But luckily we were able to see through my faults when I met him, Geoff and Debs out In Australia.  There is a blog of this trip if interested please follow the link:

The chapter called “Too much to bear” is the moment that I realized that he was the kind of man that when you’re in a conversation with Jon Day you are transfixed. The rest of the world is pale in significance. The man oozes intelligence in fact as a write this I don’t think I know any one more articulate than him.  We had a fantastic time getting to know each other and thankfully for me he saw I had a bit more depth then what he first suspected.

From this moment we would remain good friends. We had some amazing times such as a trip to Sheringham or Thetford to watch Norwich FC or going to watch a local gig. One thing we loved doing was going to get a bacon roll and a cuppa tea on Norwich Market where we were best placed to take in our beloved Norwich.  There are so many more stories that I remember fondly  but the times I will treasure the most is sitting at his home and listen to Jons views and opinions on everything. He was so engaging I always felt so lucky that I was there being entertained by Jon.  My favorite times with Jon is when we  used to tell stories and put a song to it or just play a song and explain what that song means to us. Before I knew it, it was the early hours of the morning; they say time fly’s when you’re having fun. When I was with Jon it always did. Here are a few songs that Jon picked:-
Bruce Hornsby- the way it is
The Cult- she sells sanctuary


Jon had a thirst for Knowledge, you see most of us would read an article for example on Zimbabwe and we would say to ourselves that’s sad and then move on.  If you were Jon Day you would research more info, buy books and carry the problem on your shoulders.  The man cared so much and would often explain how “we need to do something about this world”
Jon would often describe me as one of “life’s good guys” receiving that statement from a man like Jon always fills me with Pride. In truth I worship the ground he walked on when I used to explain how inspirational he was he never understood.
As the years went on Jon went through some ups and downs and I like many I tried so support him. One time I remember was playing chess with him, he won of course but he always felt that I was doing him a favor but in truth it was the other was around, just being friends with Jon has made me a stronger person and a more worldly person. Jons love of travel you could say helped inspire this Trip reassuring me and Amy that we were going to “smash it”
 I was meant to be meeting Jon in a few weeks on my return home we had a date in the middle of Norwich market to attend to.
But this weekend just gone Jon Day passed away.

And I know the fine city of Norwich has lost one of its finest.  A word that Jon used often was impeccable, and he was. I know that he could have done his own tribute much better than I ever could and he would have made you all laugh.  I am going to miss Jon Day so much I can’t get my head around how much. I feel blessed to have had the privilege to be known as his friend.
  A story that makes me smile right now is thinking about when Jon explained to me how he helped some streets kids in India. How he was pushing a young girl on a swing and at that point in his life he said he felt peace.

Well Jon, peace has found you. You now have your well deserved Peace.
I will miss you always and you will never be forgotten

RIP Jon Day

Yax