After our adventure at the Tiger Temple we had read online about the famous Erawan Falls. They are supposed to be one of the most picturesque in all of Thailand so… we scootered another 40 minutes over to check them out for ourselves.
It is actually in Thailand National Park. We rumbled up to the entrance, paid the fee and scooted in. Before the actual trail to the Falls, they had some little outdoor cafes. Tammy immediately went on an ice-cream reconnaissance mission because her frozen dairy senses were tingling.
She reported back mission accomplished, the target had been located and it also appeared other food was also available for those inclined toward any of the other food groups.
Suzi would like to report she had some of the best Chicken Curry of her life. For those of you racing to book a ticket to “Erawan Fall’s Road-side Dive”, let me first explain what constitutes “Best Curry” for Suzi:
· Eyes immediately water
· Mouth burns
· Hearing is temporarily impaired
· Nose runs
(I know very appetizing for her table partners.)
Yeah, Suzi is a real culinary critique. I lied, she is a masochist who equates all pain as a good thing. Note to everyone Suzi will hurt you if she is your work-out buddy. She will hurt you bad. She will say it is good, but she is wrong; it is bad.
Tammy eating experience was more along the lines of, “I think I have made a really bad mistake.” See Tammy chose something safe and sure, Chicken & Sticky Rice. Now when I say safe it is all relative. When we walked up to this fine establishment both Suzi and Tammy asked if I had my Pepto-Pills.
We had been told that taking Pepto before eating will somehow prevent all the diseases of the world including scurvy and gout. So if we even smelled something questionable we would pop a Pepto pill. I mostly ate them because I love their chalky flavor.
Tammy gets her chicken and notices it is not so much hot as it is room temperature or outside sitting in the hot sun temperature. She realizes as she takes her first few bites that the chicken is the same chicken that is sitting on skewers in the open air. As she takes a couple more bites she asks Suzi if Suzi thinks it is okay to eat.
(You will note she does not ask me because I think everything is okay to eat except lima beans which are peas that have gone terribly wrong, but I digress.) Suzi says something comforting like, “Well it’s a little late now, seeing how you already started scarfing it down.” I told her she was protected by the big pink pepto, but she remained dubious, until, with her medical training she realized that if she just had a little ice cream it would make all the bad bacteria go away. So she did and it did and we never saw her lunch again.
After an eventful lunch of pain and worry, we hiked the Falls. There are 7 levels to the Falls and in three of the levels you can actually swim. The water is clear, beautiful, and just as the travel sites promised it is all very picturesque. The higher up we went the fewer the number of people we saw as the trail got more and more strenuous. Making Suzi say this is good for us. Suzi is a weirdo.
We got into the different pools along the way and took pictures and ended up practically sprinting to the top so we would be up, down and out of the park by 4:00. In our rush Suzi twisted her ankle and it really hurt and I told her it was good for her. She did not appreciate it and Tammy hit me. Tammy is tough.
Suzi walked it off and we gimped our way down in time to saddle up our hogs and scoot back to the Oriental Kwai arriving at 6:00. Just in time to rinse off, have a fruit shake on our deck over-looking the river and make our 6:30 appointment for… another massage.
It is actually in Thailand National Park. We rumbled up to the entrance, paid the fee and scooted in. Before the actual trail to the Falls, they had some little outdoor cafes. Tammy immediately went on an ice-cream reconnaissance mission because her frozen dairy senses were tingling.
She reported back mission accomplished, the target had been located and it also appeared other food was also available for those inclined toward any of the other food groups.
Suzi would like to report she had some of the best Chicken Curry of her life. For those of you racing to book a ticket to “Erawan Fall’s Road-side Dive”, let me first explain what constitutes “Best Curry” for Suzi:
· Eyes immediately water
· Mouth burns
· Hearing is temporarily impaired
· Nose runs
(I know very appetizing for her table partners.)
Yeah, Suzi is a real culinary critique. I lied, she is a masochist who equates all pain as a good thing. Note to everyone Suzi will hurt you if she is your work-out buddy. She will hurt you bad. She will say it is good, but she is wrong; it is bad.
Tammy eating experience was more along the lines of, “I think I have made a really bad mistake.” See Tammy chose something safe and sure, Chicken & Sticky Rice. Now when I say safe it is all relative. When we walked up to this fine establishment both Suzi and Tammy asked if I had my Pepto-Pills.
We had been told that taking Pepto before eating will somehow prevent all the diseases of the world including scurvy and gout. So if we even smelled something questionable we would pop a Pepto pill. I mostly ate them because I love their chalky flavor.
Tammy gets her chicken and notices it is not so much hot as it is room temperature or outside sitting in the hot sun temperature. She realizes as she takes her first few bites that the chicken is the same chicken that is sitting on skewers in the open air. As she takes a couple more bites she asks Suzi if Suzi thinks it is okay to eat.
(You will note she does not ask me because I think everything is okay to eat except lima beans which are peas that have gone terribly wrong, but I digress.) Suzi says something comforting like, “Well it’s a little late now, seeing how you already started scarfing it down.” I told her she was protected by the big pink pepto, but she remained dubious, until, with her medical training she realized that if she just had a little ice cream it would make all the bad bacteria go away. So she did and it did and we never saw her lunch again.
After an eventful lunch of pain and worry, we hiked the Falls. There are 7 levels to the Falls and in three of the levels you can actually swim. The water is clear, beautiful, and just as the travel sites promised it is all very picturesque. The higher up we went the fewer the number of people we saw as the trail got more and more strenuous. Making Suzi say this is good for us. Suzi is a weirdo.
We got into the different pools along the way and took pictures and ended up practically sprinting to the top so we would be up, down and out of the park by 4:00. In our rush Suzi twisted her ankle and it really hurt and I told her it was good for her. She did not appreciate it and Tammy hit me. Tammy is tough.
Suzi walked it off and we gimped our way down in time to saddle up our hogs and scoot back to the Oriental Kwai arriving at 6:00. Just in time to rinse off, have a fruit shake on our deck over-looking the river and make our 6:30 appointment for… another massage.
This looks beautiful! Good thing you didn't miss this! I hope you are keeping count of your massages too!
ReplyDeletewhere there is ice cream, there is Tammy!!!
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