I met Ben and Mike in a restaurant the day after they’d left everything they’d known in Australia to move their internet marketing enterprise to Thailand.
They were joining their friend, Paul, who had come to Chaing Mai fourteen months ago and spread the word that the curry here is cheap, and the living good.
“Was Paul surprised when you actually appeared here?” I asked the guys as we neared Chiang Mai’s massive Sunday market (pictured, above). “So many people talk of starting again in a far-off country, but folks rarely follow through!”
“Naw,” said Ben as we plunged into the giant ocean of humanity spilling out of the market’s first block. “We’ve been planning this for a while. Paul started to realize we were serious.”
The stoic older woman scooping the bugs into sacks showed a flicker of respect for Ben on her lined face, then descended back into her insect-bagging trance.
Though wimps can’t be choosers, I was a little disappointed that Ben hadn’t bought the crispy Grasshopper, or the glisteningly black “Whirligig” beetles. Who knew Whirligigs even existed?? But they do… and they give me the heebie jeebies.
That said, seeing a fellow human eat worms kind of gives one the heebie jeebies, too. And it must be equally jeebie-ish to actually BE that worm-eating person, given that Ben discreetly trashed the half-full worm sack after gallantly eating several handfulls.
Are you not into bugs? No worries: there are literally thousands of other amazing things to eat all along the miles Chiang Mai’s Sunday market.
Together, the group of us ate and shared: mango sticky rice (dessert first takes the edge off!), chicken kebab, quail eggs, veggie and noodle rolls, green gluten something cut in squares with soy sauce (mmm!), dripping honey doughnuts, deep fried bananas in deep fried spring rolls with condensed milk and honey on top, sugared tamarind, papaya, and probably a bunch of other things that I’m forgetting in the residual sugar and oil coma.
There was also plenty of terrifying-looking “Black Vegetable Jelly” to purchase (pictured, right), but we politely kept walking.
But what really does skinny up your wallet is the uncontrollable lust you will feel to grab every single soft and spectrum-licious item of clothing in sight. And there are a LOT of items of clothing in sight over the market’s 50-something blocks!
I have been rather wary of shopping in Thailand after the Chiang Mai Night Bazaar Disaster of November, 2009 (in which I bought three Thai-sized dresses that turned out to not (ahem) adequately cover my frontal region). But at eight pm when the Australians headed home, I grew rabid with shopping fervor and plunged back into the consumer froth.
By eleven thirty at night, when I headed home along with the six people from massage school I’d run into (crazy, given the tens of thousands of people in the market!), I had purchased:
1) A green, swirly version of the super soft tees every fashionable traveler here wears (pictured, left).
3) Those wildly backpacker-trendy Fisherman Pants (pictured above, though you can’t really see much!) which are baggy sacks with embroidered belts that you wrap around to fit your size.
I am a mess at tying them right, but they were perfect for massage class today! And now I feel in fashion with my compadres.
As an epilogue, you will be happy to know that on the walk home we passed about thirty AIDS-awareness banners (pictured, left) with lively, anthropomorphized condoms pleading: “Use me!”
You’re a good country, Thailand. I like you!
The author, Lillie Marshall, is 6-foot-tall National Board Certified Teacher of English, fitness fan, and mother of two who has been a public school educator since 2003. She launched Around the World “L” Travel and Life Blog in 2009, and over 3.7 million readers have now visited this site. Lillie also runs TeachingTraveling.com and DrawingsOf.com. Subscribe to her monthly newsletter, and follow @WorldLillie on social media!