Chiang Mai: Coffee Culture.

Black Canyon Coffee originated from Thailand and is one of the largest coffee chains besides Wawee Coffee and, of course, Starbucks. I thought the coffee was rather average, and the chocolate ice-blended was more satisfying on a scorching day.

Black Canyon Coffee
Available at various locations.

In-between temple-hopping, we came across this mobile cafe on a caravan. The owner was very friendly despite a slight language barrier and the coffee, strong and robust, was the best I’ve had in Chiangmai.

He follows a schedule, going from place to place at fixed intervals to serve fresh coffee. So we were really lucky to bump into him.

 

This bee found our coffee too tempting to resist and decided to take the plunge. Had to scoop it out of the dense foam to save its life, haha.

Heartened to see such a vibrant coffee culture in Thailand, and at the same time extremely excited to see how this culture develops in our little red dot.

Chiang Mai: Morooms

Morooms is a boutique hotel in Chiang Mai with 12 rooms, each designed by a different artist according to an animal from the Chinese Zodiac. In fact the entire building is a piece of art in itself. And we got to stay in probably the most artsy pig’s sty ever!

Simply love the amount of natural light coming through every morning.

Say hi to our fellow piggy roommates.

The room is very spacious, with several seating areas and minimal partitions.

The open-concept bathroom is doorless, but you’re safe from prying eyes if your partner remains within the boundaries of the metal curtains.

There are also many cosy corners around for drinks, gossip or some diary-scribbling.

Staying at Morooms seems to slow down time. I’m beginning to love this unhurried pace of life. The only downside is the pool’s not maintained daily, and there’s no in-room wardrobe.

Morooms
263/1-2 Tapae Road, Chang Klan, Muang, Chiang Mai 50100
Tel: 053 280 789

Chiang Mai: Mont Blanc | 1984.

Just returned from Chiang Mai/Bangkok. Fortunately, we didn’t encounter any flooding while we were there though the water levels were very high. For those who are traveling to Thailand, here’s a blog that is very informative and updated which helped me a lot in my trip. If you’re still worried, you may consider flying to Chiang Mai, Pattaya, etc as these places are flood free. Have fun, and stay safe.

Was truly amazed by Thailand’s coffee culture and the sheer number of cafes located, quite literally, a stone’s throw away from one another. Thai coffee is generally full-bodied and rich as they prefer it, but of course it depends on the bean and brew.

Laidback Chiang Mai was a stark contrast to bustling Bangkok, with cooler winds, a slower pace of life and surprisingly better English, prolly due to the influx of backpackers. A great place to escape to, if you would, for maybe a month, experiencing, reading, pondering.

The Japanese pastries served here are light and fluffy. We especially loved their Mont Blanc, paired with a good read.

Mont Blanc Sweet Cafe
Nimmanhemin Soi 2, Chiang Mai, Thailand.
Open daily 8:30am-10pm.

1984.

Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimetres inside your skull.

In the past, I used to be apprehensive about reading classics, especially since I found literature texts boring and difficult to understand. Lately, however, pieces start to fall into place and synapses finally click as I read these books again. I guess, sadly, maturity do come with age.

War is Peace
Freedom is Slavery
Ignorance is Strength.

Written in 1949, 1984 is a terrifying simulation of a totalitarian future, in which almost everyone lives in poverty, and brainwashed to worship an imaginary dictator, Big Brother. There is no freedom, no rights, no hope. As ridiculous as the Party’s ideologies may be, certain behaviors of the Proles are curiously reflective of society today.

By lack of understanding they remained sane. They simply swallowed everything, and what they swallowed did them no harm, because it left no residue behind, just as a grain of corn will pass undigested through the body of a bird.

The words of these songs were composed without any human intervention whatever on an instrument known as a versificator. But the woman sang so tunefully  as to turn the dreadful rubbish into an almost pleasant sound.

Protective stupidity, trashy music and the lack of logic. Aren’t we all guilty at some point or another? Yet many are still enslaved by ignorance and indifference.

Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows.