A visit to Iceland

First view of Iceland

Date: May 7-11, 2016

I went to Iceland because of Haldor Laxness, Iceland's only Nobel laureate, who wrote "Independent People", a book I came across when I was working at the Homer Public Library. On some now forgotten impulse I picked it up and began to read. Many years later it remains one of the most engaging and memorable books I've ever read. Set in Laxness' native Iceland in the early part of the 20th century it describes the life and times, and trials, of sheepherder homesteader Byartur of Summerhouses. I've been curious about this remote island ever since. My brief visit was an attempt to satisfy that curiosity.

Route 1 — southern coast of Iceland

It all came about because while searching Hipmunk for cheap air fares from Amsterdam to New York City, one from Icelandair jumped out at me because in addition to its low price and "agony rating" I found I could easily arrange a longer layover in Reykjavík for free. While mulling it over I made a Skype call to my buddy Kirk in Alaska who had worked in Iceland back in the 90s. His enthusiastic response convinced me to go ahead with my plan. I found and reserved a nice AirBnB apartment in Reykjavík for $85 USD per night, researched rental cars so I could get out into the country, and then promptly booked the flight and a car.

In retrospect my visit might have been warmer and sunnier had I been there during the summer months. In early May much of the island was still suffering a winter hangover with brown fields showing through the remaining snow. While the rural areas were beautiful they had a somewhat grim appearance owing to that. The brief glimpse I had later of the southern coast under blue skies was proof that no matter where you are in the world there is natural scenery to be enjoyed, especially when the sun is shining!

My first venture out of Reykjavík was to the northeast. I wanted to see one of Iceland's most famous waterfalls, Guillfoss, and the Þingvellir National Park (Thingvellir) which includes the historical site of Iceland's first parliament, the Alþingi (Althing). There have been Europeans on Iceland for a very long time — the first settlers arrived from Norway in about 874 CE — and the Alþingi first met in this valley beginning in 930. The area is geologically significant too as it includes a rift valley that marks the crest of the Mid-Atlantic Ridge. Because of its cultural importance Þingvellir is a UNESCO World Heritage site.
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Site of the Alþingi, Iceland's first parliament, in 930 CE (N64.25740, W21.12113)

The Rift Valley at Þingvellir

I continued northward into the high country to see the Guillfoss waterfall. Along the way I stopped at a small market and bought a jar of pickled herring and some sandwich rolls. We used to follow an old German custom of eating pickled herring on New Year's Eve when I was growing up. I've liked the stuff since then. Of course, and all too obviously, there's not many foods I don't like. I made sandwiches of the herring and onions on buns and enjoyed a chilly but pleasant picnic lunch by the side of a small clearwater brook. The entire scene below could have been transported to Iceland from Alaska and I'd be unaware of the swap.

Picnic site on Route 37 (N64.24179° W20.66968°)

I got the following photos as the clouds began to give way to a bit of sunshine. Guillfoss means Golden Waterfall (foss=waterfall) and it was impressive.

Guillfoss (N64.32549 W20.1250)

Guillfoss

Guillfoss

Next I stopped to see the Skálholt Cathedral. It's been an important cultural and historical part of Iceland and the Church of Iceland for eight centuries. Here is its most recent incarnation.

Skálholt Cathedral (N64.12547 W20.52405)

Stone and sod church reconstruction near Skálholt Cathedral (N64.12547 W20.52405)

The next day was perfect. I woke early, saw cloudless skies, gulped down some tea and toast and was on the road by 7 am. Reykjavík is at 63° north latitude so the light comes early and stays late as it does in Homer, Alaska, (59° north) at this time of year. I had a longish tour planned, about 350 miles, and wanted to get an early start. My destination was a picturesque canyon having the totally unpronounceable name of Fjaðrárgljúfur (see the Notes below).

The ride was splendid, the scenery stunning, and to top things off the sun was warming the air just enough to have the windows part way down, with the heat on, that is. By the way, my rented Ford Focus had studded tires on all four wheels and the clicking sound they made on the pavement reminded me of the days when I had to swap my summer tires for studs every September — a chore I don't miss. Another is scraping windshields in the mornings. No thanks.
As I drove along I kept stopping to snap pictures as one jaw dropping scene after another rolled by. Waterfalls abound along Route 1 and the two I had on my list were in shadow on my outward trip but there were plenty of other cascades to gawk at.

After a few hours I was jonesin' for a cup of coffee and maybe some lunch. Coffee shops or cafes were few and far between after leaving Reykjavík so when I spotted a sign saying Black Beach Restaurant 6 km, I hung a right and headed south. It was just one of those random things, that turn, but as I crested a hill a lovely black-sand beach, Reynisfjara, came into view and stretched way off into the distance. The restaurant wasn't due to open for another 45 minutes so I walked down a short path to the beach to have a closer look. Nearby are two slender sea stacks guarding the entrance to a huge cave, Halsanefshellir, the ocean has carved out of the basalt. What a pretty spot this is. Tourists come from far and wide to see the beach and caves no doubt but I blundered into it unawares while thinking about a cup of coffee.

Reynisfjara Beach (N63.40401 W19.04778)

Halsanefshellir

Catching Reynisfjara on such a beautiful day was a piece of luck. I took some photos, relaxed for a while in the warm sun, listened to the sea gulls crying overhead as they caught drafts and twirled around in the clear air. After that idyllic interlude I went to the restaurant and had a sandwich of Icelandic lox on a croissant before continuing my drive.

Rocky outcrop near Vik

I'm writing this in Alaska and so I'll toss in a photo of my dinner tonight. I eat a lot of fish while I'm here because the fish we eat is quite literally the best there is in the world. This is sautéed Alaskan salmon with baked potato and steamed chard.

Alaskan RV Dinner

Okay, back to Iceland.

I finally found myself at the canyon with the unpronounceable name, the canyon I'd just driven 170 miles to see, Fjaðrárgljúfur. It was scenic and cool but compared to the waterfalls that came later, a bit disappointing to my already jaded eye.

Fjaðrárgljúfur (N63.77223° W18.17203°)

I wandered around for a while and then started back to Reykjavík. I made pretty good time on the isolated and lightly traveled highway and before long I was back at one of the waterfalls I had passed on the outbound leg of my ride. I got there when the sun was at a perfect angle to make rainbows in the spray.

Skógafoss (N63.53226° W19.51153°)

Just a few miles down the road was another cool cascade, Seljalandsfoss, and it too had those magical spray rainbows caused by the slanting sunlight.

Seljalandsfoss (N63.61551° W19.99001°)

View from behind Seljalandsfoss

Seljalandsfoss

Seeing those waterfalls was a fitting end to my long field trip to the east and I'm happy I had such fine weather for it. The next day dawned overcast and chilly but I wanted to get out to see a hot spring so I dressed warm and headed to a thermal area south of the city. It wasn't a long ride but the countryside was dreary and there was light rain in the air. I stopped at Kleifarvatn, the largest lake on this western peninsula, before arriving at the Seltún thermal area. Here you can see the gloomy weather I had for my last two days in Iceland.

Route 42 and Kleifarvatn Lake (N63.91984° W21.97707°)

Iceland is volcanic in origin and there is evidence of its fiery past everywhere. Here is a shot of some solidified lava near the lakeshore.

Seltún in foreground, Kleifarvatn Lake in the distance

I climbed a rough trail from Seltún to a height of land hoping for some good views. Working my way back down the steep path was treacherous because the surface was covered with pebbles. I felt so unsteady in my smooth soled tennis shoes that I broke a cardinal rule of good hiking practice and moved over into the grassy areas bordering the path where I gingerly descended back to the boardwalk of the thermal park. The unsteadiness or ungainliness I felt on that descent seems to be new feature of my life that's been popping up now and again to haunt me. I do not feel as competent on rough terrain as I used to when I was younger — lately even a walk across a mowed lawn compels me to slow down and take small deliberate steps. Getting old sucks!
I continued my drive with a swing east on the 427 to the fishing port of Þorlákshöfn where I had lunch. The coast along here is so barren, so forsaken that one wonders whether a shipwreck survivor upon spying the desolate shore might not be inspired to turn around and swim back out to sea.

Coastal plain alongside Route 427

Above are some remnants of Iceland's volcanic past; you can see where molten lava flowed out of a break in the ridge. The foreground is littered with pillow basalt boulders and there is no leafy vegetation whatsoever — only moss and lichen can grow in such a harsh environment. Iceland has many active volcanoes and boasts one of the world's newest islands, Surtsey, which was formed by volcanic eruptions in the years 1963-68. Iceland's climate is significantly milder than nearby Greenland because warm ocean currents moderate the climate. Despite those "warm" currents, I got chilled during a short walk after lunch and was ready to head home soon after that.

Icelandic Feast by Tapas Barinn (N64.14866° W21.94205°)

I decided to eat out on my last night. I had read about a set menu style dinner called the Icelandic Feast being offered by several Reykjavík restaurants and I was anxious to try some of the foods on that list. At almost $70 USD it would be an expensive meal but I justified it by telling myself that I was only going to have this one chance to eat whale meat, and puffin, both traditional Icelandic foods, so I might as well go for it. After reading some reviews I decided on Tapas Barinn. I was not disappointed. It was quite a feast.
The whale meat was unlike any meat I've ever had, dark red with a very smooth texture and mild flavor. (They serve minke whale, which is supposedly a non-threatened species. Opinions vary on this topic.) The puffin was smoked and served cold with a blueberry glaze of some sort and was also very tasty. The meal was served as tapas, that is, small individual plates of the featured foods on the menu, each served with a small side of vegetables and a unique sauce tailored to enhance the particular food. I also had Icelandic lamb on skewers, some Icelandic cod, Arctic char, and several satisfyingly garlicky, jumbo shrimp, finished off with dessert and coffee. The meal was fantastic and the service polite and fast. Next time you're in Iceland, stop in and try the feast for yourself.

Notes:

The Icelandic language:
The character "Þ" is pronounced something like "th" but that's only one of the oddities of the language. For example, trying the name Þingvellir with Google Translate produces this. Click the tiny speaker button beneath the left hand text box to hear it spoken.

Try this one too. It will better demonstrate the difficulty a foreigner would encounter if trying to learn the language.
Fjaðrárgljúfur

Population:
Iceland has a population of 328,000 with 129,000 of those living in Reykjavík. Its land area is 39,690 square miles. By comparison, Alaska has a population of 730,000 and occupies 663,000 square miles. That works out to be 8.2 persons/sq. mi. for Iceland and 1.1 persons/sq. mi. for Alaska. Half of Alaskan residents live in Anchorage so overall Alaska is much less densely populated than Iceland even though the parts of it I saw seemed thinly settled.

Bicycling in Germany

I just returned from another bicycle tour in Europe and a visit to Iceland. (I'll cover the Iceland visit in another post.) The bike tour took us along the Moselle and Saar Rivers in Germany. And this time my son Tuli joined me making the trip an extra special occasion. We met at the Frankfurt Airport on April 26th and hopped on a train to Saarbrucken where the journey began on the following day. As before I had booked a fully catered tour (bikes, meals and hotel accommodations) through Eurobike, the Austria based company that arranged my Danube ride a couple of years ago. Because this tour was in Germany they handed it off to their German partner, Velociped, which made the hotel arrangements. As before, everything went off without a hitch. The accommodations were excellent overall, the food, especially the buffet breakfasts, was outstanding and the top quality touring bicycles functioned flawlessly. If you're thinking about making a similar tour, 7 nights in 4-star hotels with breakfasts, expect to pay about $1,000 USD. The tour company shuttled our luggage from hotel to hotel so we needed only carry our rain gear, water and lunch in a (supplied) waterproof pannier bag. Check the website links above for more information.

The one downside to our trip was the weather during our week on the radwegs (bike paths) — it was fairly chilly most days and there were intervals of rain. We had one exceptionally fine day, a couple that started out cold and cloudy but developed into fairly nice days later, and one nasty afternoon of heavy rain that soaked me pretty well. Tuli, who bikes in Eugene, Oregon, had better gear so he didn't get as wet as yours truly. A new lightweight rain jacket is on my list of things to buy this summer.

On the Saar Radweg, day 1- Saarbrucken to Mettlach

Typical section of the Saar Radweg

Tuli, dressed for chilly weather in North Face's finest

Tour boat — Saar River

Hotel Zum Schwan - Mettlach

We had a fairly nice ride to Mattlach although this first section of the bike path ran alongside a busy highway and through the heavily industrialized Saar Valley. Our first day was a 42 mile haul, the longest of this particular tour. We reached Mettlach in good spirits, checked in to our hotel and bought a dinner of pizza, toasted sandwiches and sparkling water from the bakery next door.

The next day dawned chilly and gray. We left the hotel rather late that morning but because this was a short segment, only about 26 miles, we thought we'd best wait for the overcast to dissipate. It didn't so we hesitantly set out for Trier at about 10:30 am.

Start of Day 2 - Tuli and I with Mettlach in the distance

This short portion of the Saar Radweg had a nice gravel surface

Tuli riding the Saar Radweg

We rode to Trier on this day and at about the half way point, transitioned from the Saar to the Moselle River valley. The day's ride was not all that long in miles but in the event not all that comfortable either. As some of you know, I did many training rides in Thailand last month, more than 300 miles worth, to get my body accustomed to a bike saddle. I had hoped to be less bothered by long hours on the trail than I had been on my Danube trip. It turns out the discomfort (sore butt) was not because of inadequate conditioning but because the saddles the bikes come with are, in some way, no good. I know that because Tuli is very used to riding, putting in 10-15 miles a day during his commutes to work, so I reasoned that if his butt was sore after only 65 miles of biking, the source of my discomfort must lie elsewhere. I suspect it's because the saddle shape, which looks like the wider seats found on ladies' bikes of long ago, are too wide for someone used to modern day (narrow) men's saddles. But whatever it is, the result was that both of us had sore tails at the end of the day. My strong recommendation to others, and my commitment to myself if I ever do one of these tours again, is to bring along a saddle I'm used to riding on and swap them before the ride.

The next day brought rain. We could see it coming but on a tour like this, one doesn't have the option to wait for better weather. Your next hotel has already been booked and paid for as have all the others after that one. You simply must get to that hotel, rain or shine.

Rain ahead on the trail to Piesport - Moselle River

In Piesport it rained steadily all night and into the morning so we once again were forced to start later than normal. We waited until we were sure the rain was finished before leaving the hotel at around eleven o'clock. The forecast was encouraging and sure enough, by the time we drove the 26 miles to Traben, got settled into our lovely hotel, the Weingut Trossen, the sun came out for a few photo opps before we sat down to dinner.

We were in the heart of the Moselle wine region now and the river valleys, literally every square foot of them, are covered with vineyards, vineyards that have been there since Roman times. Yesterday's hotel in Piesport, the Weingut Lehnert-Viet, and the Weingut Trossen, are both working wineries that have had accommodations added on. (weingut means winery in German). Wine was plentiful, cheap, and I'm sure, quite tasty. Alas, I did not imbibe because my appetite for alcohol, as for so many other things, knows no bounds. I quit drinking alcohol years ago so it's simply better for me to try to ignore the aggravating fact that although I'm traveling in Germany, the home of one of my favorite wines, the beloved Gewürztraminer, I'm unable to sample any of it.

Views from our hotel, the Weingut Trossen

No wine for me at the Weingut Trossen but happy nonetheless

The next day was by far the best of the trip. Beautiful sunshine and warm temperatures graced the entire day. We stopped often to bask in the warmth and watch the river sliding slowly by. The hills and vineyards shimmered in the sun and the Moselle Radweg provided many opportunities for rest stops.

Morning vineyard with grape harvesting machinery

Every possible square foot is used to grow grapes

Tuli rides the Moselle Radweg

These nice benches begged for a tryout

Reichsburg Castle - Cochem, Germany

We arrived at our hotel, the Karl Müller, at about 5:30 and had plenty of time for a walk around the charming town of Cochem.

The next morning was cloudy with rain threatening. The path ran close by a highway for much of the way to Koblenz making this segment seem somewhat disappointing compared to the wonderful ride we'd enjoyed the day before. And then the weather deteriorated. We searched for shelter as the first few drops of rain spattered the pavement and blundered into an older hotel, the Lellman, where we had coffee and apple strudel as we watched the rain pound down outside. Luckily, it soon quit and we were able to proceed under partly sunny skies to our last stop, Koblenz.

We had biked a total of 195 miles (314 km) in six days of easy riding, rainy days excepted. Our Moselle bike trip was over.

On the trail to Koblenz

Bicycling Fitness Campaign

If you had told me last year that I'd be bicycling in Chiang Mai, in the summer, in the heat, I'd have said you were crazy. No way was I ever gonna get on a pedal bike for enjoyment in the tropics. But I have. And I'm loving it.

There is a practical reason for my change of heart. I'm meeting my son Tuli in Germany next week where we will do a bike tour along the Saar and Moselle Rivers. I had a lovely time on a ride along the Danube a couple of years ago and was keen to do another. Tuli was available and interested so we decided to do it together. He lives in Eugene, Oregon, and bikes to work every day. In fact, he bikes everywhere. I, on the other hand, after years of fairly intense bicycling had all but given it up. The heat, my age, wah, wah. When I did the Danube tour I was fine for the first few days but after that my body began to complain. Well, not my body so much. It was my butt that hurt and it hurt enough to make the last two days of that splendid trip kind of painful. I was determined to get in shape before this ride and as I know too well the only way to prevent a sore butt is to condition it with riding. Luckily the place Nut and I moved to last month has tons of lockable storage so when my Homer friend Walt Bovich was about to leave Thailand I offered to store his bike. Of course, part of the deal was that I would be able to use it for some training. Now, after many miles of pedaling I'm confident I won't experience the same issues as last time.

Our rental in Ban Chang Kham

The neighborhood we're in is just south of Chiang Mai proper. This area was once the capital of the ancient Lanna Kingdom (Wiang Kum Kam, Wikipedia) and it's loaded with ruins dating from the 12th century. The capital was moved to Chiang Mai, where it's known as the "old city" inside the moat, to avoid the constant flooding it suffered from the nearby Ping River. There are something like 75 of these ancient temples scattered here and there in a two-mile radius. It's a very cool neighborhood. Our rental is a 3-bedroom, 2-bath home that costs 8,000 baht per month (about $220 USD), so it's significantly cheaper than our last place.

Nearby ruins of Wat Pupia (N18.74971° E98.99772°)

Just south of Wiang Kum Kam is peaceful farm country where the lanes are lined with orchards and rice fields. It's dotted with small hamlets, laced with canals and it's very flat. Walter's bike is a nice 18-speed Trek mountain bike with hydraulic fork and knobby tires. The roads and terrain where I ride don't require the knobbies and could be done without the gears for that matter because I seldom need to shift because there are no hills. The small lanes have light traffic and are a pleasure to drive. I had been thinking my riding would take place in Wiang Kum Kam itself because it's so quiet and visually interesting. But after my first few outings of 5 or 6 miles length I began wanting to see more and ride longer. I began expanding my radius to include new territory. Now I'll typically ride for an hour or two and travel 15 or 20 miles. Out of that total there is only a mile or so where I'm forced to use a bigger, busier road so it's a very pleasant way to get some exercise. I leave the house at 6:30 am when it's still relatively cool and traffic almost non existent. "Relatively cool" in Chiang Mai this summer means about 80 degrees — by afternoon the temps have been reaching 105-106 degrees! Whether that's because of El Nino or global warming I don't know but it's been brutal. I stay inside with the a/c on all afternoon. At any rate, the morning rides that started out being purely a training endeavor are now something I very much look forward to.

Typical road on the morning tour — a single lane of smooth pavement

Walt's Trek with my GPS mounted on the handlebars

A fishing pond on the wayside

Rice fields and my ride

Typical weed-choked canal - Ban San Pa Duea

Quiet path on the McKean Hospital grounds, Ban Pa Daet

Since starting this little fitness campaign I've logged about 280 miles on the bike so I should be in reasonably good condition for the ride. After biking from Saarbrucken to Koblenz on the river tour we'll take a train to Amsterdam, where bikers rule the roads. We'll spend a few more days riding around seeing the sights, checking out a few "coffee shops" along the way where we'll sample some of the odoriferous herbs that are legal there.

After that I fly to Iceland where I rented an AirBnB flat and a car for a few days. I'll drive around the area near Reykjavík seeing what there is to see before finally hitting the east coast of the U.S. and my daughter Carin's home in North Carolina. ETA Homer, May 24th at about 10 pm.

I'm counting down the days until I leave Thailand. Nut and I are going through our usual spells of separation anxiety. She's been cooking my favorite foods and treating me extra special. I'm starting to gather and organize my stuff for the trip ahead. I'll be leaving Chiang Mai on Sunday.

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A note about dogs:

The biggest problem with riding a bicycle here, in fact one of the the biggest problems with Thailand, is loose dogs. Thailand is chock full of the mangy critters. Most of them won't bother you but many will chase a bike or a jogger and try to bite. It's scary to think about the possibility of a bite and the rabies shot to follow. Many Thais keep dogs to protect their property — most of those are confined to their yards which are enclosed with walls and gates. But many are allowed to run loose and those that live on small streets that don't see many bikers are especially dangerous. I carry a squirt bottle with vinegar for them and a shot in the face works pretty well. My buddy DC carries a stout bamboo stick that he swears by. Once a dog sees that stick raised, he says it stops them in their tracks. Some of the joggers I see are also "packing bamboo" for the very same reason. I just added a bamboo cane to my riding gear and I'm going to start using household bleach in the squirt bottle.

Walt's Trek equipped for mapping, and dog defense

Update April 22:
I had a chance to test "DC's bamboo hypothesis" on my ride today. Five dogs started running toward me growling with teeth bared. I raised the stick in the air and shouted Mai!, Mai! (Thai for No!) They turned away instantly and slunk back to the side of the road. A couple of them actually had their tails between their legs. The stick works much better than the bottle - I wish I could kill the bastards but for now the bamboo stick will be my preferred weapon.

Eating in Chiang Mai

I feel privileged to be able to live in Chiang Mai at this stage of my life. Although it's a big city with an area population of about 1.5 million and represents a challenge for small town folks like myself, it does offer many compensations not the least of which is an awesome array of excellent restaurants and cafes. Many of these places are not well known by tourists and some have menus only in Thai so this post could be helpful for folks coming for a visit who want to sample foods Thais normally eat.

Sometimes I'll tease Nut about moving further north where the weather is cooler, Chiang Rai for instance, but she always looks aghast and shoots back, "But where would we eat in Chiang Rai?" There are some good restaurants in Chiang Rai, sure, but the food choices here are vastly better and more varied. And we're both foodies so this is an important reason to stay where we are.

This post is not about high-end dining. We frequent neighborhood restaurants and a few special street food vendors both here in Nong Hoi and north of us in the city proper. There are certainly many excellent restaurants in town but we like to get a quality meal for between 40-150 baht ($1-5 USD) per person, which is easy in Chiang Mai if you know where to look. Plus, the few times we've spent the big bucks in a fine restaurant the food has been not as good as what can be had from these tiny shops. It helps that Nut can spot a good eatery from a mile away. She's led me to some very fine eating and introduced me to foods I would never have discovered on my own.

I'll start with Nana Bakery right here in Nong Hoi. I adore bread and during my first few years in Thailand searched high and low for good bread. Thais aren't big on bread so a good loaf is hard to find but luckily Chiang Mai has a large expat population and Nana caters to it. The place is a goldmine, always busy, and always expanding. We were able to buy Nana croissants in Mae Sariang last month! They make various artisanal breads, buttery croissants and pastries and, speaking as a former sourdough bread baker, produce the best sourdough bread in Chiang Mai possibly in all of Thailand. They also offer a farang style breakfast for under $2 that's hard to beat for value because along with the eggs and bacon comes a latte or pot of tea and a freshly baked croissant. Nana Bakery is located near the junction of Mahidon Road and the Chiang Mai-Lamphun Road. (N18.75770° E99.00851°  Open Street Map)

Nana Bakery Sourdough Rye - 55 baht ($1.57 USD)

Basic Nana breakfast including latte and croissant - 65 baht ($1.85 USD)

A standby meal for us and for all Thais in general is noodle soup prepared using a meat stock, usually made from pork and pork bones, served with various condiments or seasonings and in many styles. A little background for the uninitiated: rice noodles are known as kuaytiaw (ก๋วยเตี๋ยว) and are eaten for breakfast, lunch and dinner all over Thailand. Every town and hamlet no matter how small has a least one noodle shop. Noodles are always served with a quartet of condiments, kruang bprung (เครื่องปรุง), for seasoning: nam pla or fish sauce for adding saltiness; sliced mild chilies in vinegar for sourness; sugar to counter that sourness; and hot chilis either powdered or in an oil paste to add heat. The whole idea here is to add enough of each ingredient to balance the flavor to your liking. I've know for a fact I've gotten good at this, especially at balancing the sour and sweet, because surprise, surprise, Nut will often ask me to season her kuaytiaw.

Our favorite place to eat noodles is at Malee Noodles. They have four shops scattered around Chiang Mai but there's one right up the street from us at the 89 Plaza so Nut and I eat lunch there at least three times a week. Their Sukhothai tom-yum style noodles are fantastic. Malee at 89 Plaza is at (N18.75203° E99.00875°), and here on Open Street Map). Another location more convenient for tourists is in the old city on Arak Road just inside and adjacent to the moat, here (N18.7900387, E98.978457) and shown on Open Street Map. For more info about noodles see the links at the bottom of this post under Extras. They're open from 8 am until about 4 so it's not a spot for dinner.

Malee Sukhothai style kuaytiaw - 40 baht

Another favorite is Wang Sing Kam where you can find one of the best bowls of kuaytiaw pet (ก๋วยเตี๋ยวเป็ด), or duck noodle soup, in Chiang Mai. Along with the soup we often take a plate of grilled duck, pet yang, served with a lovely gravy, sliced ginger and dipping sauce. Wang Sing is near the intersection of Charoenrat and Kaewnawarat Roads here, (N18.79451° E99.00080°) and on Open Street Map. In addition to the kuaytiaw they serve dim sum among other things and iced herbal tea is free. Again, this is a daytime only venue - they close in late afternoon.

Wang Sing duck noodles

Another Thai standby, especially in the northern provinces, is khao kha moo or stewed pork leg on rice (ข้าวขาหมู). Nut introduced me to khao kha moo when we lived in Bangkok and I'm here to tell you it's one of my favorite Thai foods. Whole fresh pork legs (kha moo) stewed until fork-tender in a rich seasoned gravy, served with rice, soft boiled egg and pickled greens — it's one of the tastiest meat dishes I've ever eaten. And the best place to eat it that we've found is at a tiny open air food stand in our old neighborhood near the Chang Phuak Gate. The gal who serves it is cute as hell in her trademark cowboy hat and she's also the owner of Chang Phuak Khao Kha Moo. When my son Tuli was here a few years ago we took him to all our favorite restaurants and when I asked him later which was his favorite he told me it was "the place we ate that stewed pork".

I have another little story about this shop. We had some visitors from Homer last year, Amon and Laryssa, and we brought them here for dinner one evening. I was going on, as I tend to do, about the great food we were about to eat and Amon says, "We saw an Anthony Bourdain show about eating in Chiang Mai and this place was on it." On that show, he told me, the cowgirl chef revealed the secret of her gravy. "It's the same gravy we started with. We just add more pork leg and seasonings every morning." Truth or fiction? I dunno, but the gravy is awesome.  I spent a couple of weeks in Udon Thani last spring and tried the khao kha moo at a few shops. It was just terrible! Once you've eaten here there's nowhere to go but downhill. Located on Maninopharat Road just west of Chang Phuak Gate in the Torung Chang Phuak Market, (N18.79588° E98.98549°, Open Street Map ), it's open from 5 pm until 2 am daily. If you want to get some just head to the night market near the Chang Phuak Gate on the north side of the moat and look for throngs of people mobbing a certain little food cart. That's the place!

Chang Phuak Khao Kha Moo for two, with boiled egg and pickled greens (50 baht, $1.40 USD)

The justifiably famous lady I call the "Cowgirl" serves up some of the best food in Chiang Mai

The little market area we're exploring here, generically known as a night market, can be found in all but the smallest Thai towns. During the day there's nothing much here to suggest what's to come — it's just a wide sidewalk. Then at around 3 or 4 in the afternoon the food vendors start arriving to transform the area. They bring everything they'll need for the evening on motorcycle pulled carts; dishes, cooking pots, stoves and propane bottles, vegetables, ice chests full of meats and seafood, eggs, the whole shebang.  The Cowgirl sells five giant pots of pork legs per day and it must all be hauled to and from the market each day. Most night markets have a dozen or more food shops, as does this one, so a wide variety of fare is available usually for about a dollar a serving.

Google Streetview Thalat Torung Chang Phuak

Another tiny shop we like also in this market is one that sells suki (สุกี้) and kuaytiaw. Nut's tried the kuaytiaw but I always order the suki because it's top notch. Thai suki is only distantly related to the similarly named Japanese sukiyaki and can be found all over northern Thailand. It's a dish composed of rice noodles, chinese cabbage, shrimp, chicken or pork, and egg, gently stir-fried and served with a spicy red sauce. As with so many foods, the secret's in the sauce and this shop has the best. The suki itself is easy to make, Nut's done it plenty of times at home, but we can't seem to capture the flavor of this red sauce either with her own sauce or any we've found in the supermarkets. Thai suki comes in several variations. I like the "dry" style, that is, without any soup stock. This is known as suki hang (hang means dry in Thai). There is also suki nam which is served with some sort of stock to make a soup. I like the suki hang goong, which is dry-style suki with shrimp, pictured below. Yumm!

Suki hang goong-  40 baht ( $1.15)

Chang Phuak Suki Shop - just a few steps west of the Khao Kha Moo Shop
(N18.79588° E98.98536°)

Another favorite streetside shop is located inside the moat on the south side of the old city on Bamrung Buri Road near its eastern end. It's only a short walk from Thapae Gate but most tourists don't know about it. I often see tourists walk past and glance around looking for other farangs I suppose, and not seeing any, pass on by. Knowing how good the food here is, I find myself wanting to invite them in for a great meal. I haven't done it yet but someday...

Like so many others in the night market category, the kitchen is set up each afternoon in front of a Michelin tire store after it closes. In fact, Nut noticed that the cooks also work in the tire store during the day. I love fried oysters the way the Thais do it. Known as hoi tod (หอยทอด) I first had them in Bangkok. I could eat them every day except they're fried in oil and are much too rich to eat very often. This shop doesn't really have a name and the menu is unfortunately only available in Thai so you'll have to ask for your food by gesture or some other way. Hoi tod is something that I've tried at other shops but usually with disappointing results.

Google Streetview - east end of Bamrung Buri Road

Fried oyster plate

The only photo I have shows a plate of hoi tod partially eaten. Sorry about that. The oysters, plenty of oysters, are mixed with a batter of some sort, containing egg and perhaps rice flour, and then tossed into a skillet to be cooked. The finished product is served piping hot on a bed of bean sprouts. This is also eaten with a spicy red sauce, different from the suki sauce I bragged about earlier, but just as important for full enjoyment of the dish. They serve other foods here and Nut has sampled their curried pork and vegetables and a few other items, suki for example, but I always take the hoi tod as it's one of those things I love and just can't get anywhere else. They open at 5:30 pm on weekdays and are located at (N18.78149° E98.99096°) and as described above.

I'll close this edition of Eating in Chiang Mai with a visit to the lovely Sala Cafe. This is a place I discovered on one of my many mapping excursions in the rural town of Mae Rim just north of the big city. The gardens surrounding the cafe are simply gorgeous and there are tables scattered here and there among them. Sala Cafe is located on a small, out of the way rural road. How people find it is beyond me but in the four years we've been coming it has grown increasingly popular.

Cafe Sala entrance 

Garden salad with sliced roast pork, latte

This cafe is a bit more expensive than the street vendors mentioned above yet, if you're used to stateside prices, still a bargain. The lunch above cost 140 baht, a little more than $3.50 USD. They have excellent pastries and the coffee is top notch too. I wanted to include it here to make a point I'll expand on in future posts; there is no shortage of quaint, charming cafes and coffee shops in this part of the world. Being in the tropics means beautiful plants are easy to grow and the Thais have a knack for using them to create elegant cafe environments complete with waterfalls, fountains and fish ponds. Even the coffee shop chains like Cafe Amazon that adjoin gas stations along Thailand's major highways have fountains and gardens to screen one from the hustle and bustle of the nearby traffic.

Sala Cafe is in Mae Rim at N18.90453° E98.92189° near the ritzy Four Seasons Resort. See it on OpenStreetMap here or on Google Maps here. They're open daily from 8 am to 6 pm.

Sala Cafe mango cheesecake and a divine latte

Stay tuned. I want to do more posts about Thai restaurants. I find that doing "research" about restaurants and food is some of the most enjoyable work I've ever done.

Thanks for reading.

Extras:

My earlier story about Eating in Chiang Mai was posted back in 2012 before I got so involved with Open Street Map that I quit blogging and stopped doing almost everything else too.

Nana Bakery has a branch on Chiang Khian Road here (N18.8121189, E98.9579347) but I don't think they serve food there.

Here is a complete and well-written guide to noodle dishes many of which we enjoy often. It explains what Sukhothai and tom-yum style noodles are all about and much, much more.

Part of a blog about Thai food explains in depth the 4-part condiment set, kruang bprung, for seasoning kuaytiaw, here.