Humans love berries, when they are so ripe and plump in clumps that some end up fallen, scattered on the ground. These yellow ones are called Mayom, or gooseberries. No one knows where it comes from, not even the Thais who use them in som tam, a fruit salad known for catching one’s tongue in a surprise of heat and tartness.
At the heart of every girl, there’s a room for spice and sourness after a big meal, chunks of raw mangoes dipped in sugar and salt and ground chilies, mixed together in a tiny plastic bag. They love green papayas, too. Shredded, spiced and pounded in a wooden mortar. So, the gooseberries grow, left to bid their time for a fall.
One day a girl arrives with her husband and a newborn son. It’s her first homecoming trip after years living abroad as a wife to a European husband. At the sight of Mayom fruit, the berries she once tasted as a child, her mouth waters. She starts plucking the gooseberries from their limbs, which are just within her reach.
At first bite, saliva floods her mouth, squirting all over her tongue. The girl runs back to her room, empties a bag, and begins the harvest. Squating on the concrete, she sweeps the fruit up with both of her palms. The girl knows there’s no way she’ll eat all that she’s gathered, for her plane leaves for Spain tomorrow. But at least, at the terminal, there will be enough left for her last taste of home.
We have welcomed this winged guest since the winter was bidding us adieu. Like many other birds around here, the big feathery fellow enjoys the abundance of trees, water, and of course food provided by nature. The name humans give him is Openbill, which is anatomically apt. Here, we call him Snail-Snatcher. At noon, this creature soars above the fields and scans for a pond filled with fat snails. Somehow this one, in particular, has been his favorite.
He bothers no one and no one bothers him. With legs as thin as a needle, he treads the green edge of the pond, leering at the next meal under the emerald water. One after the other, he pulls out a snail with his long bill that never seems to be completely shut. Soon enough, the empty mollusk shells pile up along the bank, scattered across the garden. The dogs, perhaps, fearful of his size, or pleased by his graceful stride, decides to leave Snail-Snatcher alone.
At dawn, his wings finally flutter, taking off towards one of the flames of the forest that line the hotel. Sitting on a branch, his silhouette is visible from across the field.
I think when you think about exotic flowers, the first picture that comes to mind is an orchid. There are over 20,000 species of orchids worldwide, some of which are found in Thailand. While they do grow in forests, orchids have long been farmed and populated for gardening purposes. Most commercially available orchids here include Catteleya, Phalaenopsis, and Venus Slipper, all under two thousand baht or so.
Growing an orchid needs special attention to the climate conditions. Each strain requires separate criteria for treatment. Generally, orchids thrive in temperature of around 25-35 degree Celsius with 60–80% humidity. They do not do well being under direct sunlight, however. So, you need to place them under a shade or a screen. But make sure that the space is well ventilated and not too windy.
Since orchids are aerial plants, no soil is needed. Placing them in a pot with coir or coal would do. Watering is a must, but not too often. It is quite a picky child!
Orchids can live up to 120 years! Even though they can outlive you, leaving them to nature will surely kill them. It is a delicate creature that needs special care. But with its indisputable beauty, I think it deserves all the attention, does it not?
Bang Krachao, known as a pig-stomach-shaped island, was built with the purpose of keeping Bangkok green and breathable. The area is located in Phra Padaeng District, Samut Prakan Province, not too far from Suvarnabhumi Airport. You can travel there by boat or by taxi, although the former is preferable. Roads there are narrow and long, snaking their ways to the rather inaccessible island. So, boat is cheaper and quicker. The quickest route is by a ferry at Wat Bang Na Nok Pier for only up to 10 minutes to the Wat Bang Nam Phueng Nok Pier. There, you can rent a bike for a day for only 50 baht. The old gentleman renter also gives you free ice-cold bottled of water and, once you return a bike, a refreshing palm juice.
The bike ride takes around 15 minutes to the first destination: Bang Nam Phueng Floating market. An array of foods and souvenirs are on offer at stalls lining the endless alleys.
Nest stop is the Bantoop, a small cottage where you can learn how to make gorgeous colored incense and also tie-dyed scarfs and shirts. Spend time there enjoying the quiet atmosphere and buy some souvenirs!
Next, take a long bike ride to Sri Nakhon Khuan Khan Park. The park is reasonably large and you can take a lot of photos here. Great places to stop are the Bird Watch Tower and, of course, the long zig-zagging wooden bridge, which is a landmark here.
Also, if you have time, visit the Siamese fighting fish museum to watch the colorful ferocious tiny fish in glass jars. This is a great place to catch your breath and sip a cold drink after a long, exhuasting ride on the bike!
April 13–15 mark the special occasion where girls get to dress scantily in white t-shirt and short-shorts. Just like Halloween but wetter. Just kidding.
Thai New Year known as Songkran Festival is rooted in a Hmong history, a symbol of new beginning and reunion with family. Just like Thanksgiving and Christmas with less drama. 🙂
Songkran ceremony involves getting blessings from your parents or elder relatives, asking for their forgiveness. And if you’re a bad boy, you will get spanked with a lash of perfumery water and sticky powder.
Nowadays, Songkran as we know it is the occasion of a war of water with colorful guns and face-splashing hoses, ices and blasting tunes. It is the occasion where people from around the world lose themselves in the heat and crashing streams. When drunk assholes dare reach under a girl’s skirt and get their chances for sexual harassment.
The myth of Songkran is traced back to a Hmong folklore (sorry for the jarring transition). There was a clever child named Dhammaban. He is a seed of angel, literally, planted in a womb of a childless woman. When he was seven years old, he has already learned to speak in animal tongue. This half-human half-angel is so wise that, one day, Kapila Brahma (a very high-ranking angel) visits him, not to give him a present, weirdly, but to pose a riddle. The innocent child has to come up with an answer or he will be beheaded!
The riddle was: “In the morning where glory lies. At noon, where glory lies. At night, where glory lies.” The boy, cleverly, asks for seven more days to find the answer.
Six days passed and Dhammaban was dismayed. Thinking of how his headless corpse would look like, the boy fled into the wood and lay down under a tree. Luckily, thanks to his bilingualism, he listened to a married eagle-couple talking about where to dine. The husband-eagle said of course the main menu today is Dhammaban. The boy, surely, won’t be able to think of an answer to Kabila Brahma’s riddle. The bird husband then asked his wife the riddle. After she was, too, scratching her furry head for an answer, the husband solved the riddle himself:
“In the morning, glory lies in the face. That’s why people wash their face every morning.”
“At noon, glory lies in the chest. That’s why people spray perfume on their chest.”
“In the evening, glory lies in the feet. That’s why people wash their feet before bed.”
Dhammaban memorizes the husband-eagle’s answer and, come morning, repeats it to the supreme angel. Stunned, Kabila Brahma admitted his defeat and, in honor of Dhammaban, said he would cut off his head instead. But as holy a god as he is, if his head were to touch a ground, it would set an entire world on fire. And if it were to be tossed in the air, all the mists and water would burn up.
To solve this, the angel called his seven daughters. He instructed them to use a tray to carry his head and hide it in Mount Kilash. The dutiful daughters submitted to the request. And so each year one of the seven daughters would emerge to snatch her father’s head from the hidden cave, circling around Mount Kilash for 60 minutes before placing it back in the man-cave.
That concludes the myth of Songkran. Every year the goddess of Songkran is recycled like a plastic bottle with a new one popping out to float her father’s lifeless head around the mysterious mountain. This year, the goddess bestowed by such honor is Toongsa. Her vehicle is a garuda and her weapons are a seashell and a disc.
So whenever you travel to Thailand during Songkran, remember that behind every wet T-shirt is the goddess who is bereaved of her father. That once a half-human was able to pirate the bird’s answer to outwit an immortal god. Most of all, the moral of the story is that our body is a house of glory and it deserves respect and dignified treatment.
We proudly launched this site in hope to reach to more audience and to tell you how amazing our guesthouse is! First, let me tell you about our name.
Ban Ing Suan literally means a house beside the garden. In Thailand and especially in Bangkok, rarely we ever see or feel the calm space of nature, and I believe staying environmentally-consious is the new way of living.
With pollution increasing and world getting warmer and warmer, it is undeniable that we are inching closer towards our own doom. Not just us humans, either, but also other animals and trees across the world.
Plus, the most important reason we’re doing this is to get to know people across the world! Being able to serve you as customers will always give us pleasure. People from across the world have visited our home, and each left us with a memorable day that makes us yearn for more smiles and happiness.
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