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Episode 3 — Seaspray D’s adventures in Jinghong, Xishuangbanna — Pussycat Tale

A Pussy Cat Tale

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Welcome back dear readers, in the previous Yunnanese wanderlust episode (Meow 206), my human slave Seaspray D had just completed a three-day bus journey from Kunming to Jinghong, Xishuangbanna — Yunnan Province, China.

You might recall the bus drivers fare-welled him at the Jinghong bus stop — as they smoked bongs (predecessor to the vape machine) of tobacco — whilst smiling like Cheshire cats in the process. 😊

Seaspray D narrates his wanderlust journey as follows:

Well, here I was in Jinghong, Xishuangbanna — and needed somewhere to stay.

The Lonely Planet travel guide had zero information on this rarely visited corner of China — but it was a pleasure to be a pioneer in that regard.

A rickshaw driver pulled in front of me and asked me where I wanted to go in the local Dai language (something like — Falung Bainai La?).

No, I don’t speak Dai per se — but as the dialect was very similar to the Golden Triangle linguistic area of Laos, Burma, and Thailand — I had a general understanding of what the lady rickshaw driver was trying to convey.

In fact, the Thai Port of Chiang Saen on the Mekong River is just over 250 km south of Chinese Port Guan lei on the same river known in China as Lancang.

So, there is a lot of language crossover, so if one is flexible, linguistic gymnastics can help a traveler’s navigational interaction skills.

Meanwhile, back to the female rickshaw driver who offered to take me to a traditional Dai local village to seek accommodation.

My rickshaw drivers name was Chok Dee — which translates as good luck — but she said Dee would be fine.

As Dee peddled down the bumpy road, I noticed something rather unusual about Dee’s feet.

Dee’s feet were so tiny in relation to the rest of her body.

It seems she must have had her feet bound since childhood — and this process had shrunken her feet.

In China, small bound feet were once considered beautiful — while large feet were judged as crude.

One interesting legend recalls that a delicate footed lady danced bare foot before an emperor who admiringly said — “lotus blossoms spring from her every step,” — reference from Buddhist legend Padmavati — under whose feet lotus blossoms sprang forth.

During the Yuan Dynasty, some men would drink from tiny lotus shoes in a practice known as a ‘toast to the golden lotus.’

Indeed, I was mesmerized looking at Dee’s feet as her tiny lotus shoes only just covered the bike pedals, she delicately spun round and round propelling our rickshaw forward.

However, I did not volunteer to drink from her lotus shoes 😊, as she was quite sweaty by the time I arrived at the Dai House compound on the edge of the city also known to many as Sip song Panna — 12 districts (those who know Thai language will recognize Sip song as the number 12).

Dee petitely pedaled our lotus blossom shoe propelled rickshaw into a bamboo enclosed compound where she introduced me to the owner Loong (Uncle) Peng.

Uncle Peng turned out to be really nice guy as we sat down and chatted about the peoples of the Golden Triangle — that should be known as Golden Quadrangle if one includes China into the equation.

While Uncle Peng bonged his tobacco letting out clouds of smoke thereafter, he made sure the tide in my cup of Chinese Pu’er tea never ran dry.

Pu’er tea is a special variety of fermented tea produced at Jingmai in Yunnan Province — since the 10th century.

After our pleasant chat Uncle Peng showed me to my room and where the dining room was for dinner.

My coconut thatched bungalow was more than adequate, and after unpacking I went down to the dining room to check out the menu.

Well, there was no menu per se, at least not in English — but for the paltry sum of one dollar I could eat as much as I wanted.

To my delight the food was rather like Northern Thai cuisine — lots of sticky rice and an assortment of yummy delicacies to go with it.

The waitresses — probably Uncle Peng’s daughters looked absolutely stunning in traditional Dai costume — as they served up the gastronomical delights with a smile.

One particular girl caught my eye — even though she had rather large feet — but then so do I la! 😊

Little did I know that I would meet her again later that night dear readers.

Yes, as I was sleeping, a rat kept me awake by gnawing at the soap in my shower.

I went down to the reception area to seek an exterminator and there she was dear readers — no I won’t call her Bigfoot — lets call her Lotus Blossom.

Lotus Blossom reassured me that she would take a grip of the rodent situation and accompanied me to my room holding a wooden stick the size of a baseball bat.

Lotus Blossom checked out the gnaw marks on the soap and told me to relax on the bed, where she proceeded to give me the most glorious massage — no — not with the baseball bat dear readers — but with her rather large feet — and before I knew it — I was off to a rodent free dreamtime — where Lotus Blossom calmed my farm — as lotus blossoms sprouted on me from her every step.

Good night until the next episode sometime soon.

MeoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooW for now

Until next time dear readers

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