Richer or poorer

My world was terribly small when I was a child. When I was twelve we studied South America in geography classes. I remember having to learn how to label the various countries on a blank map and doing something clever with contour lines to show the height of various peaks… It meant absolutely nothing to me. I never got turned on to geography and preferred to tour the world in my head, from the sofa, through reading.

One piece of the South American homework found me researching rubber trees. I found a picture in an ancient, musty encyclopaedia that had belonged to one of my grandfathers of a rubber tree and I copied it into my exercise book. It meant little to me except that I can still see the picture in my head today.

Two years ago I spent a little under a week at a community based tourism project, Andaman Discoveries, which grew out of the devastation of the 2004 tsunami. I was still brim full of the arrogance of the Westerner, despite having lived in Thailand for two years. I had thought I was the richer...

My second homestay was in Tung Nang Dam village. The only way to the village is by boat through mangroves. When the boat dropped us we walked across a long, narrow pier with random planks missing and then through cashew orchards, bamboo and rubber plantations until we arrived at the village. By this time in Thailand I was au fait with rubber trees - they are a regular view when travelling outside Bangkok - but I was still fascinated by them. On my last evening I told my host family the story of copying the picture of a rubber tree collecting sap from my Granddad’s encyclopaedia.

The following morning was my departure day. However, before we set off to catch the boat the wife of my host called one of their men to come into the rubber plantation next to the house. We walked into the dewy field and she instructed him to cut the rubber tree to show me the sap.

I went away richer and, I hope, with more humility.







































Previous mentions of my adventures with Andaman Discoveries can be found here, here, here, here, and here.

We're back...

... oh and how I missed you all. I did. I think I might be a bit addicted to my blog.

Do you remember (here) how I appeared after my Christmas holiday properly vexed, thinking I might be the only person in the world who didn’t know that pineapples grew on the ground… in fields?

On our drive down to Koh Chang last week, we pointed out pineapples growing next to the road, now that we knew! SiL had the same reaction as I’d had. So, when the driver came to pick us up yesterday from the boat, we asked him if we could stop at a pineapple field.

And now, just for you: pictures of pineapples growing, in situ, in fields. Whoever knew? (Yeah, yeah, I know some of you did… I still think it was the duty of the ‘man from Del Monte’ to tell us.)

I think this should be called a grove - it was much lovelier than a field.

In the meantime, I am still ridiculously excited about discovering that pineapples grow on the ground. And I'm worringly thrilled at having stopped to photograph this field yesterday.


Planted among the pineapples are rubber trees ... and if you're really lucky I might come back tomorrow and tell you my rubber tree stories!

Now there's an offer...

In view of all this excitement, I might have to go and have a lie down now.