Only I could spend an entire day splashing around in waterfalls and still make a post that’s almost exclusively pictures of food. But here we go again. In my defense, the waterfalls were wet, and so was I after swimming in them. I didn’t want to risk my camera and/or phone, and it’s hard to take pictures of yourself when you’re by yourself. I hate to admit it but I’m starting to understand the functionality of a selfie stick. Plus, you don’t really need to see a selfie of me in my bathing suit anyway. Ugh. In any case, I took a retro 2 hour bus ride to the waterfalls in the morning, and spent the day there before catching the bus back. It was a lot of travel but the ride itself was pretty. We drove through the mountains and the light had a really golden color to it. I didn’t see much on the way home as the bus was so crowded I had to sit on the floor.
The interior had wood plank floors (through which you could see the ground at spots) and actual oscillating fans attached to the ceiling instead of air conditioning.
There are seven levels of waterfalls, spanning 1.2k. The climb between the levels was decent, and kinda fun. Thai people are pretty modest so the hairy guy in the Speedo was definitely a foreigner. The Thai people mostly got into the waterfalls fully dressed, if at all.
There were fish in each of the pools which would come up and nibble on you. It was more startling than painful, but still a little bit odd. In some places (including Thailand, I think, but definitely Korea) women pay for this in salons. It’s a treatment to remove dead skin, like a pedicure.
In a couple of places along the way, there were shrines with brightly colored women’s dresses hung up. I don’t know why, I’ll have to see if I can find out the significance.
I think this is the pancake the couple in my cooking class was talking about the other night. She stretched out the dough, almost the way you toss a pizza, and put it on the griddle and filled it with scrambled egg, sugar, and chopped banana. She then folded it over and flipped it. I’m not sure if it was the dough or the egg or both, but it puffed up. She topped it with sugar and condensed milk to finish it off. It reminded me most of the gozleme I got in Turkey.