Let me go back into the details about our trip to Burriram province, with our friend Trish.
We went up to this province about five hours to the northeast of Khrungthep, to locate sources of silk for Trish’s new custom-made dress business. Many of Thailand’s provinces are known for their silk, but the Nakhon Ratchasima (aka Korat) and Buriram provinces are known for their high quality and simpler styles. Provinces in the north of the country have more decorative styles of weaving.
While there, we visited several silk shops and a factory, we had a brief visit with some of Tawn’s relatives, and we went to see some ancient Khmer ruins. Here are the details:
Silk, Silk Everywhere
After visiting a few different retail silk shops, Tawn was able to get hold of one of his cousins, who recommended a particular silk factory located in Pak Thong Chai (see map above) with whom she’s worked before. Tawn called the factory, which was not far away, and one of the employees met us at the silk shops to guide us there.
Located a kilometer back from the main road in a nondescript and unmarked set of warehouses, the factory was much different from what I had expected. I shot a lot of video footage and will find the time to edit it in the next week or so, but in the meantime let me share some photos with you.
The owner walked us through the entire production process and was happy to have me take photos.
Raw silk hanging in hoops before being dyed.
The silk is manually dyed, relying on the skill of the workers to match a particular shade.
A row of drying silk that has been dyed a brilliant turquoise blue.
Trish and Tawn watch the dying process.
Custom made screens used to print patterns on the silk, hence the term silk-screening.
Dyed threads are wound onto spools.
The looms, which are automated but require the constant attention of workers.
The factory manager explains the process to Trish and Tawn.
These heated rollers finish the silk, making it smoother to the touch.
Finally, sample batches of silk for Trish to sort through.
Here’s a video that runs down the process.
We spent three hours at the factory that first day, learning about silk, looking at different colors and patterns, and finally making clear what it was we were looking for.
By the time we left for Buriram, the sun was already setting.
Saturday morning we started with an early breakfast at a restaurant owned by one of Tawn’s cousins. A typical Thai restaurant, there were shelves and shelves filled with kitchy collectables, below. Trish had her first authentic Thai breakfast, various gap khao (“with rice”) dishes including some fried fish, a curried fish mousse and mixed vegetables.
Our tour guide, a friend of Tawn’s cousin, met us at the restaurant. She is a retired primary school English teacher, so spoke English well enough to comfortably make corny jokes.
Our destination was Phnom Rung Historical Park, located just 30 km shy of the Cambodian border south of the main city of Buriram. This Khmer style Hindu temple dates back to the 10th century and is one of the best-preserved examples of Khmer architecture in Thailand.
We stand at the far end of the promenade, a quarter-mile long processional walkway that connects the lower stairway with the main temple complex.
Standing in front of the main temple complex and the second naga bridge. You see two of the four pools of water that represent the four oceans and the raised platform represents the bridge between the human realm (between the four oceans) and the heavenly realm, where the temple is.
The amount of symbolism in the construction of the Hindu temples was amazing. This is the main tower, or prang. It is covered with depictions of gods, humans, hermits, snakes, dragons and all of manner of beings. Our tour guide spent about ninety minutes giving us the run-down on this temple and afterwards explained that she had exhausted maybe only ten percent of her knowledge about the temple.
To give you an example of the sort of knowledge she had to share, she explained that this detail (it shows an area about the width of two hands) showed two hermits reading copies of Playboy magazine. One of the hermits, she said, was obviously not wearing any underwear.
Can you see which one doesn’t have any underwear? (Answer at the end of the post.) This was the type of humor we enjoyed all morning.
The construction of the temple was amazing. It is made out of sandstone and instead of carving blocks then putting them into place, they instead stacked all the blocks (which were not always regular sizes) and then carved away to reveal the detail they wanted.
In this picture, you can where the blocks were carved to make the steps. The block in the center top of the picture has many different faces as it was carved to be part of two separate steps as well as the adjacent wall. This made the construction all the more difficult.
Detail of the principle prang. This temple was primarily devoted to Shiva, one of the supreme dieties of the Hindu religion. Shiva is depicted in the center of this panel. Remember that with the way the temple was constructed, this was just a solid stack of limestone blocks. The artisans had to chisel away to make all the ornamentation. Because of that, mistakes could not be undone as there was no practical way to remove a block and replace it. I think that makes the detail all the more amazing.
Like most historical sights, there is a lot to digest and after a few hours, a break is needed. Since we had only a limited time in the province that weekend, we wrapped things up and dropped our guide off in the main town of Buriram just after noon.
Back in Town
After a quick bite of bami moo daeng – egg noodles with barbeque pork – we stopped by a local coffee shop for a latte. So far we had consumed only Nescafe, which isn’t real coffee even though it seems to be the national coffee drink of Thailand.
We found a “real” coffee shop that had espresso machines, but when we asked for lattes the young lady said they couldn’t do lattes as they didn’t carry fresh milk. Strangely, though, they offered cappuccinos. Tawn inquired how they made cappuccino with no milk and she pulled out a pitcher of sweetened condensed milk.
Really wanting my afternoon latte (which my Italian cousin will no doubt shake her head at, as espresso drinks with milk are strictly for the mornings, right?), I asked whether we could comandeer her espresso machine. Like most Thai employees, she was a bit overwhelmed by the confrontation but didn’t say no.
Next door was a pharmacy that had a refrigerator of bottled drinks, including individual cartons of milk. I bought two, poured them into a glass measuring cup, and started frothing the milk while she pulled espresso from another machine.
Thankfully, I do have some training on this. Back in the days when I managed movie theatres, we had cafes that featured Starbucks equipment and coffee. As such, we had access to expert training and so I learned how to froth milk like nobody’s business. I’m all about the velvety foam.
Ten minutes later, we had a trio of nearly perfect lattes. Along the way, Tawn had kept imploring the young lady to pay attention so she could learn how to do this, but she didn’t seem to want anything to do with our milk steaming.
As we left, she was no doubt glad that we were out of her shop. We tipped her well though and I walked away with the cocky satisfaction of someone who has brought civilization to the natives. Ah, the espresso drinker’s burden.
We stopped at one final silk shop after lunch. While Tawn and Trish ooh’d and aah’d over the beautiful textiles, I was busy watching a pair of city maintenance workers install a new street light.
It was pretty amazing. They pulled up in a pickup truck, a pair of lights in the back. A bamboo ladder was leaned against the concrete electrical pole and a young man climbed up. He slid a mounting onto the pole, fastened it into place, and then his coworker climbed up the ladder and handed the light fixture to him.
It took a few minutes for him to slip it into place, strip the wires and push them into one of the passing power lines. Try as he might, though, the light wouldn’t illuminate.
Thankfully, they had a second lamp in the truck, so he unfastened the lamp and changed it out. We left before the second lamp was installed, so I wonder if he had any success. One thing that caught my attention, though, was just how little in the way of safety equipment they had. No helmet, no protective gear, and he wore only flip-flops on his feet.
Occupational safety and health administration? Nope.
We stopped by Tawn’s grandfather’s house. Tawn’s father is the ninth of twelve children and the old family compound is now owned by his oldest uncle, the fourth child.
After years of hearing Tawn tell stories about his childhood visits to stay with his grandparents, it was fascinating to finally see the place. Tawn’s uncle and several cousins graciously welcomed us and we sat around a table, eating mooncakes and drinking water and visiting.
The most fascinating thing on the wall: a picture taken at the funeral of Tawn’s grandmother. It was a panoramic portrait of the more than three hundred family members who gathered at her cremation. Tawn and one of his cousins went into the monkhood for a day to earn merit for their grandmother. Tawn’s the one on the left.
Tawn, who was maybe 13 at the time, doesn’t look too happy about his new haircut. This was the only time Tawn has been a novice in the Buddhist monkhood.
Speaking of teenagers, Tawn has a second cousin, Toy, a fifteen-year old who will be going to the US as an exchange student next August. We visited with him, giving him a chance to practice his English. Tawn suggested that we could coordinate a trip to the US while he is there so that he has the opportunity to visit other parts of the country besides the one where his host family is located. He has not been assigned a specific location yet.
In the evening, after a few hours of relaxing at the hotel, we met another of Tawn’s cousins, Mee, for dinner at his restaurant. Mee has visited us in Bangkok before and it was very nice to see him again. His restaurant serves Thai food with slightly modern twists and everything was delicious.
The “Aunty” in the restaurant’s sign refers to Mee’s mother, not to Mee!
Sunday was my birthday. We started the morning with a quick hotel breakfast and then stopped at another coffee shop (this one had milk) for lattes before hitting the road.
Next door to the coffee shop/bakery is a bookstore. Just inside the door of the coffee shop is a sign. If reads, “Full stomach already, but is your brain full? Books and journals, please go this direction.” Quite clever.
We stopped back by the silk factory for another two and a half hours. The owner had arranged for us to peruse a broad range of colors and we finally made some purchases. Unfortunately, after returning to Khrunthep, Trish discovered that some of the silks were not two-ply as we had been told, but only one-play. Tawn is working with the factory owner to fix that.
Our final stop on the way in was Chokchai Farms, Thailand’s largest cattle operation. There was a huge crowd as people went on farm tours, ate at the steak house, and bought ice cream. We decided to stop for a steak burger to celebrate my birthday.
The burgers were pretty tasty, although they had way too much mayonaise on them, which seems to be a Thai thing. Trish claims this was the first burger she has had in fifteen years. Glad we were able to knock her off the wagon.
Video of the experience.
Afterwards, we had some ice cream, bought some snacks, and I tried to milk a huge cow. Look at its expression!
We returned to Khrungthep a bit after sunset, pretty exhausted after our weekend up in the northeast.
Answer: The hermit on the left is blowing in the breeze.
That was indeed a HUGE cow you’re milking 🙂 Thailand is a very interesting country with lots of queer stuffs (queer for us foreigners but normal & ordinary for them). I’ve visited the country before and everyday is an adventure! Oh, I can’t resist their food!!!
Happy Birthday Chris!! The picture of Tawn as a novice monk is interesting. Thanks too for sharing the pics of Phnom Rung Historical Park – it was very enjoyable.
@ElusiveWords – Thanks, Matt. Glad you enjoyed the photos. I need to get more of Tawn’s childhood photos and scan them in, since I can’t get him to ever update his blog.
Another fantastic travelogue. Very well done.
Many decades more of a very happy birthday to you Chris. Are the dyes narural vegetable dyes? When we were in Bangkok, Saadia bought several pieces of raw silk, and had them made into dresses. India and Thailand have the best of raw silks. Come to think of it, I think I used to have a couple of raw silk saris.
What are moon cakes?
Wow. It looks like you’ve been up to lots of traveling! Glad to see you’re documenting them as interestingly as you always do. :o) And happy belated!!! But I must say, that burger place is kind of scary. So you get to watch cattle and then eat them? Hehe. Very interesting…I don’t think I would’ve been able to eat by the end of the tour. I like the cow photo!
What a fantastic recounting of your trip and the great pics! You’ve covered a lot of ground. I would like to visit some silk shops there one of these days. The expression of that cow is pretty appropriate!
I feel bad for the cow. But I did so enjoy your entry about commandeering the expresso machine. Poor girl. Funny how we take things for granted here in the States, that there’s always some health or safety code to rely upon or to work off of. Many other places just DO, without all the fuss, whether it’s appropriate or not.
First, Happy Birthday, Chris! Second, what a wonderful post describing busy trips, I leared a lot. Thanks! Then I would be interested to see Tawn with his head shaved. Tease 1. (What a precisou photo. Is that why Tawn wears hats now so he would not be shaved again :). And last, of course, the hermit reading Playboy in the breeze look like you? You modelled for that one? Tease 2.
Fantastic travelogue! Glad you wrote it down as an addition to the video.
Fantastic blog as always.
I always learn a little more about Thailand. V
More info on a facinating place. I am surely putting Thailand on the agenda for my “world tour”. Thanks for the great blog. p.s. Tawn looks much happier with hair!
Happy belated birthday!It looks like you guys had a good trip. I loved your story about commandeering the espresso machine. I totally understand though. I worked in a coffee shop in college so I’m a little particular about my coffee and how it’s made as well. There’s a lot to be said for velvety froth 😛
Naturally, I spotted the hermit with the family jewels. Hope you had a wonderful birthday. How nice it was that Trish was there to celebrate it with you. Hope she had a great trip. I miss all of you!
Looking forward to seeing you next month.
Is it my imagination or is that Trish getting more beautiful every day she is in Thailand? Can’t wait to have her back and to meet you and Tawn in person over the holidays.
@ZSA_MD – Thank you for the birthday wishes. I don’t know about the dyes but my understanding is that if they are chemical, they have to be tested to ensure they are not harmful. As for the moon cakes, they are a pastry used in the Chinese culture to celebrate the mid-Autumn festival. Here’s more information: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mooncake
@kenpcho – You could watch the cattle. We didn’t, though, so were able to chow down without any guilt. How have you been? You’ve kind of disappeared.
@doiturselfer – Glad you liked it. I realized that if I didn’t do it all in one entry, then Trish would be back in the US for several weeks before I finished reporting her trip. Got to keep this pretty close to real-time!
@swcheng15 – That’s true. From everything from the amount of space you leave between vehicles on the road to the types of safety gear construction workers use, you come to realize that the margins are much narrower here. Most of the time, that’s okay. But sometimes it is disaster.
@stevew918 – Thanks, Steve. I’m sure you are right about both points. =P
@Dezinerdreams – Yeah, I keep remembering that my grandparents have a hard time getting the videos to work, so have to write it down, too. Plus, that sharpens my writing skills (I hope!).
@venice – Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it.
@murisopsis – Glad Thailand has made the list. Yes, Tawn is much happier with hair. I keep suggesting that he should try the shave head look again – I think it is a nice look – but he doesn’t buy it.
@TheCheshireGrins – Thanks. Glad you enjoyed the trip. No doubt you don’t have as much problem finding good coffee in DC!
@albertmoore – The question is, how long did you keep looking once you spotted them? =)
@minhaners – Thank you. Wish I had been in LA so I could have ordered one of your cakes!
@bebesmill – She is indeed getting more beautiful every day. Truthfully, I think she’s more relaxed now that many of the questions about her business are getting answered. I’m driving her to the airport in a few hours, so she will soon be home. Tawn and I look forward to meeting you next month.
@christao408 – I’m on his side. Some people can do it and look very good (case in point -you) and others are better off with hair. BTW His smile is charming and I wouldn’t want to see him revert to the sad faced boy in the monk’s robe.
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