Saturday, February 2, 2002

long neck day from hell

we had great expectations for this day. (foreshadowing here.) you know those tribal women who live deep in the mountains and have these tall golden rings around their neck that you learn about in third grade from national geographic? the ones that put so many rings around their neck that they get really long necks? we went to go see them.

so the first spark of doubt should have lit up when we saw the 900 Bhat price tag for the day trip. NOTHING costs that much in this country. but we rationalized, saying that it was only $20. then we should have realized something was amiss when the big green volkswagon van with (!) curtains (!) came to pick us up. the "love shack," as we later called it, was a relic straight out of the 70s. it really should have stayed in that decade.

basically we drove all day long.








well, we got out of the van a couple times, i guess. once to see a really really cool cave that had giant buddhas and huge cauliflower like stalagmites and stalactites. it was really really awe-some. huge cavernous cave. (i know those are the same words) we also saw a random temple, a random village, and stopped at a random restaurant.

seeing the women was really weird b/c it was almost as if they were putting themselves on a museum display. they pretty much were, actually. but they were very happy about it, and were selling things, but it still gave us voyeristic creeps.

then we piled in the van and drove home. for 4 hours.
quotes of the day: "so, not the most exciting of our days." (miriam, stating the incredibly obvious)

"my spine hurts . . . but at least i have a short neck." (adina, after sitting in the van for a total of eight hours.

"something just dawned on me . . . well actually i thought of it 5 hours ago..." (linda, and we didn't know what was preventing her from telling us during those 5 hours we were cramped together in the van with nothing to do)

we call this day "That Day" because it was just so aweful we can't bear to relive the details.

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