Full Moon, Ayutthaya Stories

I have one Thai friend named Warren (his English nickname) who took me and a few others to his house in Ayutthaya a few weeks ago, and it was one of my best experiences here. We got to see what his house was really like, which is VERY different from American homes. All the "stuff," like tons of clothes and just the general knickknacks and everything that accumulates in a house is on the bottom floor, which is separated into a large dining/living room, a family room, and a kitchen. Even though they're separate rooms, the doorways to the other rooms are large and do not have doors, so the whole thing is pretty open. There's also a bathroom downstairs that we used to wash our feet (not hands) before dinner.

Upstairs is more remarkable. When you land at the top you land in a small, completely wooden room off of the main room. The main room is an exact square with no furniture in it. Instead, there are glass cases displaying family heirlooms, the same way a US house might display nice dishes or something. Hard wood floors and hard wood paneled walls, in which there are doors, but because they're the same panels as the rest of the walls, the doors are only distinguishable by very small handles. Usually the doors are all kept shut, too, so by just standing in the room and looking around, you can't tell where to go. Off of that room are the bedrooms, which have a little more to them than the main room, but are still very spare.


When we stayed there we got to eat Warren's mom's cooking, by far the best Thai food I've had so far, and in the morning we woke up early to feed, or pay alms, to the monks in the town. The least touristy thing I've done yet and it was amazing.

Lilly giving breakfast to the monks at around 7 a.m.:

This afternoon I'm heading out of Bangkok to do my "Visa run," which means I have to leave and come back before I've been here for 90 days. (I can't believe I've been here that long.) I'm traveling alone by train to Chiang Mai, where I'll spend a day exploring the city before I'll meet my friend Andy. From there we'll travel together to Laos to do the "Gibbons Experience," this program in which we're going to have a guided, three-day tour of the Laos jungle, zip-lining through it and sleeping in tree houses, then hiking during the day. It sounds amazing! I'm so excited.

Now, about last weekend.

I finally made it to a full moon party, this time with Ray, who visited me over spring break. WELL, the night before the full moon party we were all down on Haad Rin, the beach where the action takes place, and my friend Jake and I got separated from everyone. That really sucked, because our hostel was way up in the jungle, and the least the song teow drivers would charge us was 200 baht each to drive us there. By this time, though, it was 3 a.m. anyway and we were tired, so we sucked it up. Unfortunately, however, our driver only told us he knew where our hostel was; he actually didn't. We didn't know this, though, until we were driving in circles deep in the jungle. After 45 minutes of trying to figure out with the driver where we were, and having no resources except baht (I didn't have my phone with me, Jake's was dead, and the driver had no baht on his) we decided we weren't getting anywhere and we just wanted to go back to Haad Rin. But he wouldn't take us there. He wanted to find J. Seaview, even if it took all night.

We had seen a 7/11 about a half a mile back on the rode we were driving on, so we hopped out the back while the song teow was going slowly and started walking. The driver drove off not having noticed, but turned around and headed back when he did. He started yelling at us, demanding that we pay him 400 baht. It was a terrible situation for all of us. He had wasted his gas trying to get us to the hostel (but had lied about knowing where it was), and we were stuck in the jungle. He kept yelling, "You pay! You pay! 400 baht! 400 baht!" And we kept saying, "No, no, we're in the jungle, we don't know where we are." We tried giving him 100 baht but he kept demanding all of it. The problem was, we didn't have that much cash on us, and if we were going to have to pay another driver and/or for a guesthouse (provided we could find one), we couldn't pay him 400 baht. But he just kept yelling, which terrified me, because it's so uncharacteristic of Thais to yell.

At one point he got out of the truck. When he did that, even though he was a little guy, I was scared. I thought he might have a weapon, like a knife. I frantically pulled another 100 baht out of Jake's pockets and walked up to him. This time I was the one yelling, "Here! Here's another 100 baht, because you're scaring us! You get this money because you dropped us off in the middle of the jungle and you're frightening me!!" I was furious, and grabbed Jake's hand to walk away. We walked kind of quickly and the driver got back into his car to drive away. When he did that, though, he had to pass us, and I was genuinely afraid he would hit us, so Jake and I stepped off the road and into the jungle a bit.

He didn't hit us, though, and we walked slowly through the darkness back to the always trusty 7/11. There we tried to ask the workers where we were, but it was obvious they both didn't know and couldn't speak English to tell us. By this time is was at least 4 a.m., and I was desperately tired. There were two Brazilians in the 7/11 who could speak English and knew where we were, but it turned out to still be very far from J. Seaview. They were very nice, though, grabbing munchies from the 7/11, and in my desperate state I asked them where they were staying and whether there were any bungalows left. They drove us on their motorbikes to their bungalows on the beach, (the whole time me telling my driver to go slowly, 34 people died on this island during full moon two months ago), and Jake and I grabbed a bungalow and finally got the sleep we each needed so badly. We paid in the morning and it was only 200 baht!

Don't let this story scare you, although I'm sure if you're my parents it will. I want to relate my real experiences here. The Thailand I've seen is a very safe place, but it gets a little rough when all the tourists gather together like at the full moon party. And I'm not going back to Koh Phangan.