This past holiday weekend, six Warm Heart staff members took a trip to Pai, the “Switzerland of Thailand,” to see all that Thailand’s northernmost mountains had to offer. Getting there was a bit like racing a slalom course, but there were some spectacular views of isolated farming villages and mist-shrouded, emerald-green mountains. After spending a day exploring the sinkholes, bat nests, underground streams and ancient teak coffins of Tham Lod Cave, the group decided to “conquer the Pai River” on a white-water rafting day trip.
The group booked a trip with a local rafting company and showed up bright and early at the office for an American breakfast and words of reassurance. Admonishing our staff to “move our asses,” our Thai guide suited us up and gave us a few simple commands so that we would not start rowing the raft in six different directions. He assured us that by the end of the day we would all have “sexy bodies” from the rowing.
For the first few hours we paddled along the Pai River, seeing hornbills, kingfishers, iguanas, huge colonies of water spiders, and a family of monkeys. The forest was cool and misty from the rain, and one could see columns of steam rising from the hills above the river.
The first stop on the trip was a waterfall with several scalable levels and wading pools. Following lunch, we picked up a new passenger: a Lahu villager who needed medical attention. To give an idea of how remote this excursion was, the only way to get him to a doctor was to raft down the river for four more hours and then drive another hour to the nearest village. He was remarkably calm (or feverish) the entire time. This stood in stark contrast to the Warm Hearters and our guide, who were hollering every time we went through the rapids and gave each other “paddle high fives” each time we cleared a rock without falling over.
Most of the time, the river was calm enough for people to jump out of the raft and swim behind the boat in the deeper parts of the river. We stopped at a hot spring, where our guide helped us cover ourselves in mud. The pictures our guide took were kind of shaky because he was laughing so hard at us as. The last attraction on the ride diving cliff was about twenty feet above the river. We ended the evening lazily cruising along the Pai River. He was very proud of us, as we did not hit each other with our paddles, fall overboard and panic, or cry. Even if we were to fall out of the boat and smash against the rocks, we were to keep smiling. And we had no reason not to keep smiling.
Written by: Paul Mutter
Rutgers University