would you be willing to share your fave parts of visiting thailand? i would love to visit and wondered what you enjoyed. thanks!
hello! Sure thing!
Chiang Mai - Chiang Mai was WONDERFUL - chill and lovely and amazing food - and if you go, be sure to visit Doi Inthanon national park for the most beautiful, breathtaking view of mountains you've ever seen in your life. Just stunning. Google it, it's truly amazing.
Bangkok was fun! We did silly bl-related things such as go to the GMM Grammy building & uhhhhh have a night at the Rosewood where they filmed Kinnporsche, which was spectacular and worth every (many, many) penny. (Also went to Hum Bar! FUN) I wish I'd gotten to see more temples, but we did see the Reclining Buddha and it was absolutely stunning. The whole temple was gorgeous, I could have been there all day tbh. Oh and we did a dinner river cruise and it was SOOOOOO fun omg, highly recommend seeing the city that way. Absolutely beautiful.
Phuket - beautiful! Phi Phi islands were gorgeous, even if getting there was a bit of a misadventure (don't be the last one on the boat, is all I'm gonna say). I've never seen water this turquoise. The cliffs and the lush greenery - it was why I wanted to go to Thailand in the first place, and it did not disappoint. The water was so warm. I miss it terribly. Phuket old town was super cute & I wish I'd spent a bit more time there, but it was a bit far from where we were staying. The beaches are gorgeous.
That's sort of the highlights! It was a wonderful country and I want to go back so, so bad. Best place I've ever visited, possibly. Chill and friendly and beautiful and interesting and. Yeah. If you can go, GO. Worth the long trip (I mean, depending where you're coming from, but it was a verrrrry long trip for me).
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FuGio Week Day 6: Honeymoon - Honeymoon in Chiang Mai
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The day after their wedding, Giorno and Fugo took a plane to Chiang Mai, Thailand. Mista had everything under control while they were gone, and Sheila assisted and guarded him.
Their flight was long, taking about 10 or 11 hours, which gave them time to rest. The plane landed, and it was morning, but they took a taxi to Na Nirand Restort to unpack. The room they resided in was small and cozy. There was also a safe to store their valuables.
“What shall we do?” Fugo asked.
“Perhaps we should eat first,” Giorno suggested. “Want to eat here?”
He nodded, and the two went to the restaurant inside the resort, eating outside since the weather was pleasant. It was quiet, too, except for the bugs screaming. The couple looked through the menu and then waited once a server took their order.
“I was thinking that we should head to Doi Inthanon National Park after this,” Giorno said, breaking the river’s trance on Fugo. “I couldn’t stand sitting around in that plane.”
“I was going to suggest that also since you like nature so much. I know we just got here, but this place feels so calming. I was worried there would be screaming children here.”
Their server came by, dropping off their fruity drinks and desserts. The stacks of food the restaurant gave them were tiny.
“Oh, this looks too adorable to eat.” Fugo eyed the carrot cake, strawberry cake, and tiny burger.
“Too beautiful to eat, but I’m hungry.” Giorno grabbed the small chopped fruits and ate them.
“Is this fruit sauce? What is this for? Hmm.” He poured the red sauce into the strawberry cake. “Oh wow.”
The blonds ate and finished their drinks, heading to the national park soon after. They followed the trail. It was rainy the day before, so the ground was soggy, and the planks were slippery. However, there was that fresh pine aroma lingering in the air. Birds chirped as they walked around.
“This place is stunning,” Giorno commented as they continued walking.
Fugo saw a green-tailed sunbird and took a picture with his camera, causing the bird to fly off. “I got a picture for you.” He showed the bird on his camera, causing them to take a step off the trail to stop.
“Such vibrant colors. You never see these birds in Naples.”
They continued walking.
“Do we even have birds like these at home? You’re more into nature than I am.”
“I’ve been too busy to focus on things like that. Maybe next time, I’ll find out. Oh, do you know that bird you took a picture of is a male? The females aren’t as colorful.”
Fugo giggled. “Are you an ornithologist now?”
“No, but I remember my mother talking about a scary bird she saw in Egypt. I wanted to know what type of bird it was, so I could scare her, but that no longer matters now. Come on. We’re almost to the top.”
They reached the top of the tallest point in Thailand and left a coin. On their way to the bottom, the weather shrouded the area in clouds, making it look mystical.
Since there was still time to kill, they headed to Wat Chedi Luang. There were many temple complexes, most built in the northern Thai style architecture from the Lanna Dynasty.
“Are you religious?” Fugo asked while they explored. “I can’t believe I never asked that before, even though we just married.”
“I’m just as religious as you are.” Giorno stopped to look at his map. “And yeah, I can’t believe I never asked that before too. There should be a golden temple around here, but—agh!” The clouds lifted, and the sun shined on Wat Phra Singh, blinding onlookers with light.
“Gees!” Fugo shrouded his eyes.
“It wasn’t that bright in the photos I’ve seen. Want to head inside?”
“Sure, but my eyes need to adjust to the brightness.”
Giorno held Fugo’s hand and took him inside. A big giant golden statue of Buddha greeted them.
“Wow.” Giorno looked at the other small golden statues. “Is this all made out of gold?”
“Don’t know.” Fugo shrugged. “When you told me we were heading to Chiang Mai, I searched a few things about this place. Someone in 1367 brought the statue from Sri Lanka to this place. The person had to have brought it in parts.”
Giorno's stomach growled.
“I knew those small snacks wouldn’t fill you up,” Fugo remarked. “Maybe we could head somewhere to eat.”
“Oh? Where are we headed to?”
“It’s a secret, but does khao soi sound good to you?”
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The two walked a few blocks to a small restaurant in an alley, a spot most tourists would overlook. It was an outdoor dining area, plants decorated the walls, and a tin roof covered the place should it rain. The place wasn’t fancy either. Most of the chairs were plastic and didn’t match. But plenty of people sat and ate, and the aroma of beef and unknown spices filled their nostrils, tempting them to stand in line.
“How’d you find this place?” Giorno asked.
“Before we left, I searched for places to eat on Google Maps. I wasn’t picky.”
The line wasn’t too long or short, but they got in and waited. Plenty of food was on their menu, but the couple wanted to try some beef khao soi. After waiting and watching someone cook behind the counter, they received their big bowl. They sat down and ate with spoons and chopsticks. Fugo took the first bite, eating the beef.
“Oh, this is good. I’ve never had anything like this before,” Fugo commented.
Giorno took a bite and took a sip of the broth. “Creamy with a nutty taste. I think I saw someone put some coconut milk powder on it.”
“Spicy! Hot!”
“Can you handle it?”
Fugo sweated. “Y-yeah.”
Thankfully, they were hungry enough to empty the never-ending bowl.
“Want to head to the zoo?” Fugo asked.
“Yeah, which one are we heading to?”
“We could visit the tigers or the one with the elephants.”
Giorno thought deeply for a few seconds. “Let’s go see the elephants. I’ve never seen one except in pictures. Someone told me that elephants in Asia are different from the ones in Africa, and I’ve only seen the ones in Africa.”
The two left, taking a cab to the Elephant Pride Sanctuary. Once they went in, they saw people playing, petting, feeding, and washing the elephants.
“I thought they’d be a lot bigger, like the size of giants,” Giorno said.
“Same.”
The elephants were still big, just not in the way they thought.
“I’m going to get closer to one of them,” Giorno said.
They got close to one of them. Somebody handed Giorno a sugar cane, and he fed it to one of the elephants.
“Oh, I see the difference now,” he said. “It’s the ears. This one has smaller ears than the African ones and is hairy.”
“I noticed the two lumps on its head, too,” Fugo commented. “And some don’t have tusks. I think it’s the females that lack them.”
They continued talking around, learning about the elephants and the sanctuary. Afterward, they helped make medicine and changed their clothes somewhere to participate in the mud spa, where they gave the elephants treatment and washed them. The water was freezing, but they had fun and got muddied.
Daylight was dying, and Giorno and Fugo cleaned the mud off them, dried up, and left, heading to the night market.
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The blonds were somewhere in a crowded street. Musicians played music in the middle of the streets, food stalls were everywhere, and vendors sold things for under $1. There were so many colorful lights.
The two bought things for their friends. Fugo found an article of black gothic-looking clothing that reminded him of Abbacchio and bought some incense for Sheila. Meanwhile, Giorno looked for some Trish would want. Giorno wanted to ask Fugo what month was Trish’s birthday so he could get her some jewelry with her birthstone, but he doubted he knew since Fugo didn’t think much of Trish. Perhaps this pink bracelet would make a fine gift. After buying it, he bumped into Fugo, but a jazzy song distracted them.
“Is that a Miles Davis song I hear?” Fugo asked. “That’s Bucciarati’s favorite musician. He would’ve loved it here.”
“Did you buy anything interesting?” Giorno asked. “I bought gifts for everyone back home but got this pink and gold fan for myself. I even bought a gift for you. The vendor told me this crystal necklace has some calming power, but I think she made that up so people could buy it.”
“I also bought things for everyone, including you and myself. I got you an elephant plushie and bought a whole bag of peanuts for us to snack on. I’m not hungry, and I doubt I’ll be because of that big bowl we had for lunch. What about you?”
“I’ve walked around a lot, but I’m not hungry. Shall we head back?”
“Yes, please. My legs are screaming. I need a rest.”
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