The Mountains of North Thailand - Tales From the Potting Shed

On a journey back to Northern Thailand this year, itmountain air. It was so clean, you could feel your
was my good fortune to meet up with two verylungs rejoicing. Every woodland scent seemed
exceptional English ladies and share my adventuresmagnified. Our minds were reeling with the
with them.exhilaration and we couldn't wait for tomorrow to
I've lived in Thailand for a little while now, but it'scome. We knew that five days would be totally
such a vast country that to explore it all in theinadequate. But what an excuse to return.
'Autumn' of my life is going to be some undertaking.Up at sunrise, we climbed the steep steps to the
With companions like this its going to be a journeykitchen and ate the most delicious breakfast and
none of us will ever forget.drank more coffee. Our guide Pim, was already
We met in the small airport lounge at Chiang Mai. Wewaiting for us with lunches packed and waiting on the
were waiting for the 4.45 pm plane to Mae Hongtable. 3 small plastic bags containing fried rice and
Sorn, some 35 minutes and a whole world away. It isvegetables. I could feel the unasked questions of my
one of my favourite haunts and draws me back timecompanions - plastic bags? Water and home made
after time. This ancient gateway to the Himalayascakes rounded the fare.
has always fascinated me, mainly because so manyWe set off towards the distant mountains across
of our plants in the West, have their origins in thisthe river. The walk was some 15 miles and would
part of the world. I'm an avid horticulturist and thetake us though forests, up steep mountain paths and
very thought of treading in the footsteps of plantthrough slow flowing rivers. Past fields with people
hunters such as Frank Kingdon Ward and Josephworking. Past pastures and herds of buffalo. The
Hooker, just thrills me beyond words. These amazingscenery was stunning and each time we stopped for
people were not just botanists, they werea rest or a drink or our lunch, we held our breath in
adventurers and explorers. They had to be tough toawe at the sheer magnificence of each view.
survive the conditions they faced. But survive theyPim took our pace and matched it. There was never
did, and we just need to look in our gardens to seeany question of hurrying and this only served to
how much we owe to them, from the gloriousenhance our delight. The most incongruous part of
Rhododendrons to the simple primulas; all have theirour journey was when Pim, in this wonderful setting,
roots in these very mountains - the majestictook a call on his mobile phone. He was talking
Himalayas.animatedly and for a long time. The explanation was
Of course, we three got talking along these lines andsimple - a friend in the village had been killed in a
soon developed a bond that I'm sure will survive asmotorcycle accident and Pim was attempting to
long as we do. Our small plane took us at a fairly loworganise the wake. This apparently takes place over
altitude over the most enchanting mountain scenery.several days, until all of the relatives and friends from
We could discern small villages, huge trees, hillsidearound the mountains, congregate together to send
clumps of tall bamboo and rivers gently meanderingthe deceased off properly. Meanwhile, the gathering
through deep ravines. It was over all too quickly andcrowd must be fed and watered; housed and cared
we made our descent through ranks of darkfor, and of course, entertained. This involves rather a
mountains to the airstrip at Mae Hong Sorn. Notlot of the local alcohol. An obvious cause for
surprisingly, a bumpy descent and landing.celebration it would appear.
We spent a delightful evening in an oldie worldie innBut this did not detract from the hike and as the day
of some antiquity and made our onward journey thegathered pace, we arrived at a local hill tribe village
next morning to our final destination near Pai. Wewhere we were warmly greeted, sat at a table and
were going to explore caves and walk in theplied with fruit, water and cola. A much need respite.
mountains very close to the Thai border with Burma.But this was merely a ploy to prevent us exiting the
. And the very place to make our base of coursevillage too hastily. The reason being the hoped for
was a delightful guest house at Tham Mae. Oursale of local produce in the form of every
winding journey through the marvellous mountainconceivable type of handicraft imaginable. Within
scenery took two hours, but should have taken a lotminutes, the enterprising locals had spread out sheets
longer. We wanted to stop at every fascinating turnand presented their wares. And they were beautiful -
and every dramatic scene that presented along thathand woven materials; skirts, shirts and jackets;
road. There was so much to explore! we wereshawls, blankets, wraps and belts; handbags, purses
spellbound.and hats; bamboo plates, spoons, cups and eggcups,
The guest house is a well established hostelry withall carefully laid out for our viewing. Unbelievably the
some interesting history. It's become a firm favouriteprices were not off the scale. The temptation was
over many years with cavers, walkers, explorers,great, but we had to be mindful of the following five
naturalists and mountaineers to congregate, swapmiles home. We chose our prizes with care. The
tales and get a bite to eat. Beds and showers wereheavier bamboo items we had to forgo, but we still
provided at 'poor students' rates and the place hasbought far too much and staggered off out of the
thrived ever since.village with enough booty to stock a small shop. The
I was not at all sure my two fellow travellers wouldpower of persuasion. I was just thankful the little
quite appreciate how basic the place was, butlady I'd joked with about buying one of her
stalwart people to the last, they thought it was greatbuffaloes, had not taken me seriously. We were
and added to the delight of their travels. The guesteuphorically happy and so were the girls as we bid
house is perched on a high bank over the the Thamthem a fond adieu, promising to return.
Mae river and has expanded over the years into theOur arrival back at the guest house was greeted
garden and down the steep river bank. Visitors andwith cups of heavenly coffee. We'd earned it. But
villagers had been inveigled at various times intobefore that final homecoming, we'd stopped off at
building cabins of various sizes, from the one beddedPim's house on stilts, to feed his chicken, pigs and
up to the 8 bed bungalow. The hub of the place iscats. The house, made of wood of course, was large
the kitchen and the common room, the centre ofand immaculate. The setting was truly a dream.
which is a huge open central fireplace. The wholeTrees, a vegetable garden and the most stunning
place is constructed from wood and at one time wasview across the valley - we were hooked. We
prone to accidental fires. This stopped once visitorswanted to stay. But all dreams must end and we had
were told not to burn candles and joss sticks in theirto tramp the last mile back to the guest house as
rooms. The place is wonderfully weathered and inthe sun was setting. Had someone provided me with
keeping with the village of which it is a part. Belowa bedrole, I would happily have made my bed at the
the bungalows, down a steep and winding set ofside of the lane. That last uphill mile was the longest
steps, is the river, which in full spate reaches almostever! I can't remember feeling so tired or so
to the lowest bungalow. It is fast and dangerous inwonderfully happy.
the monsoon season, but on our visit it was flowingThe days that followed were blissfully hard work and
at a sedate paddling pace and full of the local childreneach day took us to different parts of that
fishing or swimming after a hard day at school. Alsoenchanted place. Our sleep was filled with dreams of
enjoying the coolness were herds of local watermountains, caves, rocks, slithering through muddy
buffalo and scrawny looking cows.chasms on our stomachs, scrambling or stumbling
The remainder of the first day was given over toafter Pim in deep, dark caves; kind people, delightful
meeting our fellow adventurers talking, planning,children; water buffaloes; large and ugly spiders;
eating and drinking the delicious local coffee. Webeetles of the oddest construction; bamboos;
settled ourselves in to this wonderful world and itunknown and unidentifiable noises; exotic plants amid
was here that Pam, one of the English ladies, namedamazing trees; fantastic rock formations; stalagmites
our cabins the Potting Sheds. A very apt description.and stalagtites; woody, earthy scents and heady
We were all keen gardeners and our greenhouses orperfumes from flowers; but most of all, a very deep
potting sheds were of very similar dimensions.and warm sense of belonging to nature.
Before the sun set behind the magnificent backdropLife will never be quite the same. We've promised to
of the mountain tops, we explored our locale for areturn frequently and we know that the promise is
few hours. It truly was breath taking! not just for thenot an idle one.
beauty of the scenery, but for the crispness of theThe call of the Potting Shed is overwhelming!