The tallest and holiest mountain on the island and I were more intimately acquainted than I was willing to share with my friends as we began our journey up it at 1am. I didn’t want to worry them. After spending 8 hours on my 21st birthday scrambling around in the dark on Mt. Agung (I still can’t decide if that was the greatest or stupidest way to enter my 21st year), I felt at home trekking up the narrow footpath in utter darkness up, and up, and up. It was great to have four friends, schoolmates from Thailand, trekking with me.
Previously that day, I had driven across the island from the east tip, Amed, back to Canggu to meet my friends for our trek. (I was tired of driving) Paige, my roommate from Chiang Mai and I had a fun reunion, she’s one I’ll keep in touch with after. There were four of us and we piled into the car at 10:30pm for a 2 hour drive back to the east coast from which I had just arrived from! Ha! We arrived in the dark at 1am, met our guide, were given our headlamps, watched as our guides lit incense and prayed to the temple, and were on our way.
Climbing mountains, even at 1am, gives me energy. My friends were less enthusiastic at the early, dark, steep start but pushed through. I felt more alive the farther up we climbed. This was one of my natural ways of being. That and I had some balinese coffee and fried bananas so the sugar and caffeine might have played a small part!
I liked trekking in a group. These girls were the gang to climb with.
We made it to the top before any other tour. To be expected, it was fucking freezing at the top, 1000+ meters. Apparently, the other three didn’t assume that and so we had a cuddle puddle for an hour as the rest of the 30 or something people arrived and found a perch.
We watched the other tours below on the mountain, caterpillars of bobbing headlamps winding their way up the steep slopes towards our outcropping. When they arrived it became a party.
The sunrise was beautiful. The light creeped slowly across the rocks behind us before the orange globe rose above the crag in front of us.
We could see Mt. Rinjani on Lombok, the island to the East. Epic. I was glad to have done it with a guide and people just for the comradery at the top as we waited and watched the sunrise together.
We also had a fun time taking some memorable shots:)
Happy to have climbed Agung again. I could climb that mountain twice a week for the rest of my life and feel great.
the trek down was the worst part for my friends. I led and went very slowly.
we sat down fro lunch at the base of the mountain. here’s a pic of what we climbed a few hours ago:
I started my semester in Thailand by skipping the first week of classes to bump in the bed of truck up to a tiny village nestled in the mountains for a hill tribe wedding, a beginning of many firsts for me. I ended the semester by bumping up in the bed of a truck to the same village to witness a funeral, a closing. It could not have ended on a more fitting and symbolic note, in my mind.
After five months of research, university courses, and exploring Chiang Mai city and the mountains around Phrao, I was wrapping up my semester abroad in Northern Thailand. The thing was, I was ready to move on, wrap up the research and move away from most of the people I had been surrounded with in my program in Chiang Mai. I met a few great people who I will continue to stay in touch with but for the most part,
I was disappointed with the lack of curiosity and intensity to explore, immerse, and learn in Thai culture in the group. Good thing I didn’t have to hang around the people who didn’t add (challenge, inspire or teach me) anything to me!
I started spending even longer in the mountains (@Warm Heart/my home) towards the end of the semester, not wanting to return to the city but rather preferring to continue to sit on hard dirt or wood floors with women from the surrounding villages as they cooked, peeled galangal, and gossiped, listening to their stories. I preferred bantering with Professor Schafer while learning about biochar production & politics in China, playing soccer in the mud with the kids, trading english for thai, driving with Nian, my translator who, out of everyone, was the most sorry to see me go. I preferred zooming on my scooter up to Phrao to chat with the vendors in the market and eat fresh banana bread and papaya and chat with Nu, the local coffee roaster, and his family who served the best cappuccino on ice in thailand and grabbing beers with the tiny grocer tucked away in a village 2 minutes from Warm Heart who loved to just sit and chat, his english being better than my thai, and chatting with Nasli and Memet, the Turkish couple/volunteers who have had every occupation under the sun and finally warmed up to me and then checked in regularly and made me a flatbread for my final night.
I, in true Warm Heart fashion, ended my time there helping launch new volunteers & projects while helping with the kids english camp, something I had been told the night before I would be helping with! Ha! I was on teaching colors my last day so I figured painting ourselves was the best way to learn.
All the kids wrote me letters saying “I love you, Olivia”. The Warm Heart community has been my family, my community, my school, my support system and once I acknowledged that, the final goodbye was the heaviest yet.
It has taken me a some time and distance to feel so appreciative of the incredible learning experience I had in Thailand. It was the actualization of goal of mine: to do research in community development in a rural (preferably mountainous) part of a developing country. I did that and so much more. Being open meant I was overwhelmed by how much more streamed in than I was expecting. And learned so much that I will be processing it for the rest of my life. Because I believe that the lessons I’ve committed to learning, like flexibility, respect, sharing warmth (being friendly), truly listening, thinking deeper, being mindful, contextualizing, being open and willing to see things the way they are not as I thought or would like them to be, will be continue to be relevant as I go through life. There is already evidence of this because in my travels through Bali I have applied some of these lessons and the results are new adopted families in Bali, smiles shared and good energy given and received.
I will be back to Warm Heart, to Northern Thailand, but first I will go elsewhere and learn by experience like I did there. (Nepal and Tibet and Patagonia and Slovenia here I come!) New places, new questions and communities await and I cannot wait to do and learn the new and more and tweak what I didn’t like about my first fieldwork expedition.
Thanks Chiang Mai (the province and the city, of course) and a huge thank you to Warm Heart.