Showing posts with label Chiang Mai. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chiang Mai. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

The white stuff

I've mentioned here before that while we in the West busy ourselves with tanning on the beach, in the salon, and from the supermarket aisle, here in Asia it's all about getting pale.

A conversation with a friend here who was heading away to a beach destination for the weekend revealed that she was worried about coming back with her skin darker than it currently was. For one of the only white members of a family of five brothers and sisters (most of them have a lovely olive complexion, as opposed to my pale, pinkish blue aura) this was hard to fathom.

I've spent most of my life envying my sister's beautiful complexion, which despite now living in England, turns a lovely shade of brown whenever she spends more than ten minutes in the sun. My skin turns several shades of bright pink through magenta, dies, and then peels off leaving a freckly, blotchy shade of white.

Freckle-faced and ranga kids of Australia, this is the complexion we were beaten up for and taught to despise all our school years. Over here it's almost a prized possession!

If the aspirations set by billboards and TV ads are anything to go by (and lets hope they're not), the perfect Asian face is one that is barely recognisable as Asian, with a pale, white complexion. Faces all along the highway into Bangkok, Phuket, Chiang Mai, and Kuala Lumpur all stare down through eyes with the faintest hint of Asian.


Does this guy look Thai?


But why? With farangs coming from all over the world to find the loves of their lives, why aren't there posters of beautiful dark skinned Asian faces advertising everything from shoes to Ovaltine?

Look how beautiful these everyday people are!



Buy any sort of cosmetic product that you apply to your skin over here (deodorant, after shave balm, moisturiser, skin whitener) and it will claim to turn you whiter. Like this one:


This one comes with sheep placenta! Mmmm...

In fact, a recent deodorant purchase saw me score a free face wash product, which had the added bonus of whitening. So naturally, I decided to do undertake a scientifically robust experiment to see what effect, if any, it would have on skin that is already melanin-challenged.

The Experiment

I took a before photo, used the face wash every day for the past 25 days, and present to you now the results of this experiment for your own edification.

Before


After


Thanks to www.yearbookyourself.com for the pics.

D.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Songkran in Chiang Mai

What can I say about Songkran - how can I describe this festival to you?

Our posse

The phrase I've read most often to describe Songkran - and Songkran in Chiang Mai in particular - is the world's biggest water fight. It is that - warring factions standing in bars on opposite sides of the street; roaming gangs with everything from THB800 (AU$26) mega water pistols to mini-mouse backpacks and miniature Winnie the Pooh squirters; trucks, tuk tuks and minibuses piled with people filling small buckets with ice water from a 40 gallon drum to hurl at people as they drive by (or sit stationary in traffic); and the most dangerous of all, people standing next to the khlongs (moats or canals), hauling up buckets of smelly brown water containing who-knows what visible and invisible nasties to hurl at you.

And while all of that is a lot of fun, especially when you're with a posse of like-minded water wielders - Songkran is so much more than just a three day water fight.

It's the national holiday for the people of Thailand. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday are public holidays, and people travel back home to be with family, or go away with friends, or simply take time off from work to relax and escape the usual working grind.

The equivalent holiday for us would be Christmas in the West - the excitement, anticipation, and participation. But it seems to have none of the commercial hype we so often bemoan in Australia. Apart from street vendors selling water pistols to willing visitors, there are no over-decorated, over-priced and over-hyped stores trying to sell you the latest and greatest of anything under the thin consumer veil of some greater holiday principle such as "the Spirit of Songkran".

Monks blessing us

Thai New Year is celebrated both as a religious communal holiday, and as personal
time out. The local wat (temple) plays a part in the Songkran activities, with parades, events, and individuals visits to receive blessings from the monks.

You could draw a parallel with Christmas here too, when every year we see at least one news story touting full church services as the once-a-year faithful return to their religious roots for a reminder of the Christmas message.

Part of the Songkran parade in Pai

Songkran is inclusive. In Chiang Mai - famous as one of the best places to celebrate Songkran in Thailand - people come from all over the world to experience the way Thais celebrate New Year.

I met fellow Australians, Americans, Chinese, Israelis, French, Saudis, Japanese and of course Thais from the South, all converging on this place for three days of fun.

For the local people, family is a big part of Songkran. The first day is dedicated to respect for elders, when older people, monks and others are particiularly honoured. The next day is then family day, when families gather and re-unite for the new year.

Hiding from scary farangs

It was heart-warming to see the number of kids - from toddlers to teens - standing with their parents, buckets, water-pistols and hoses in hand to join in the fun. Small children grappling with water pistols as big as themselves, or trying to lug small buckets of water high enough to get water further than their own feet were sights that always had you reaching for a camera, or willingly sacrificing yourself to their dousing efforts.

Gotcha!

Unfortunately, Songkran is also a time when a lot people get hurt. This year, 29 people died in road fatalities on the first day of Songkran alone. The majority of these were due to drunk driving or speeding, and most involve motobikes. We witnessed one group of four people (three of them tourists) trying to get on to one moped and ride off stylishly down the street when they could hardly stand up themselves.

Luckily there were no serious injuries (though the moped hurtled off alone into a pole). Our offers of assistance were unwanted, but we did strongly suggest that maybe they should get a cab instead.

As I sat in my own cab this morning heading to the airport to leave Chiang Mai and Songkran behind me, I thought that this must also be a huge economic boon to this region.

Ready for battle

For a town that reminds me of Cairns - regional, surrounded by farming districts, removed from the capital - the influx of local and overseas visitors must bring a goldmine of investment, spending, and international attention to their economy. Metropolitan Chiang Mai has a population of around 1 million people.

Consider the fact that of our group of eight friends who got together in Chiang Mai, six of us stayed longer than the festival, took small trips to surrounding towns for a few days either side of Songkran, purchased at least two meals per day outside of our hotels, went on tours, shopped, bought ancilliary festival items (such as water pistols, hats, water-proof wallet holders, sunscreen, water-proof cameras, etc), caught tuk tuks and cabs, tipped everyone from restaurant staff to elephant handlers, and had one or two drinks here and there, and you begin to get some small idea of the amount of money that must be spent in this regional city over the week of Songkran.

Predictions by the Tourism Authority of Thailand before Songkran said there'd be THB5 Billion spent across the country by tourists in 2011, and THB1.2 Billion of that in Chiang Mai.

A mural on our hotel wall depicting a traditional Songkran splashing

But the beautiful thing about Songkran is that it hasn't become all about the money - at least not to my eyes. I'm sure there are those locals who plan and possibly even scheme up ways to separate tourists from their baht while they have them in Chiang Mai for three solid days of exchanging water - but it's not the focus, and I for one - khlong water aside - have certainly not walked away with a bad taste in my mouth.

Sawasdee pee mai, khup.

D.