Tiger Temple
After the Emerald pool, we headed to the Tiger Temple.
We arrived at 4:45 pm and worried we wouldn’t have enough time to make it up and back down before it got dark.
We were grateful for the shade as we climbed the vertical face of the mountain. 1260 stairs to the top. So nice to have handrails… not all steps are created equal. Many were twice the height of a normal step.
I huffed and puffed my way up to the top. The monkeys along the way were adorable—but also made me a little nervous. 🐒
So. Amazing.
I was worried how my left knee was going to handle going down the mountain. I discovered a technique where I turned around and held onto the rail and went down the steps backwards, like in a rappelling stance. It went quite quickly and was a life saver on my knees.
The monkeys must have been have been gathering in for the night. About halfway down we stopped and just watched as they crashed into the branches around us and walked across a power wire.
Rough translation “please beware of monkeys snatching stuff.” 🙊
We got to the bottom before it was completely dark. If we had taken our headlamps with us, we would have stayed for the sunset. As it was, we were glad we made it down in time. (But ohhhh, I bet the sunset was a good one!) 🌅
We returned to Basmati restaurant (we ate there two nights ago.) THE. BEST. Indian food!! I got the butter chicken the first time. And we all ordered it again tonight.
The garlic naan is to die for. 🤤
We were stuffed. But the proprietor wanted us to try his schwarma. Wowza. It was amazing! He talked and talked to us. Farrell asked him something about his sabbath (he is Muslim) because they are open 7 days a week. He told us about that and then talked to us about praying and demonstrated the art of it for probably 15 minutes.
He asked when we would be leaving and wanted us to return so we could share one more meal together: family style as their guests. We’ll see if we can. Melissa and I really connected to his wife last time we were here. She is the main cook. Melissa wrote something about how amazing her food was and shared it with her via google translate. We blew kisses to her and made a real fuss over her. She has such a beautiful smile. Each time we scooter by, we call out and wave to them. (The restaurant is outdoors on the side of the street on the way to our hotel.)
We arrived at 4:45 pm and worried we wouldn’t have enough time to make it up and back down before it got dark.
We were grateful for the shade as we climbed the vertical face of the mountain. 1260 stairs to the top. So nice to have handrails… not all steps are created equal. Many were twice the height of a normal step.
I huffed and puffed my way up to the top. The monkeys along the way were adorable—but also made me a little nervous. 🐒
And the view was totally worth the climb.
I was worried how my left knee was going to handle going down the mountain. I discovered a technique where I turned around and held onto the rail and went down the steps backwards, like in a rappelling stance. It went quite quickly and was a life saver on my knees.
The monkeys must have been have been gathering in for the night. About halfway down we stopped and just watched as they crashed into the branches around us and walked across a power wire.
Rough translation “please beware of monkeys snatching stuff.” 🙊
We got to the bottom before it was completely dark. If we had taken our headlamps with us, we would have stayed for the sunset. As it was, we were glad we made it down in time. (But ohhhh, I bet the sunset was a good one!) 🌅
We returned to Basmati restaurant (we ate there two nights ago.) THE. BEST. Indian food!! I got the butter chicken the first time. And we all ordered it again tonight.
The garlic naan is to die for. 🤤
We were stuffed. But the proprietor wanted us to try his schwarma. Wowza. It was amazing! He talked and talked to us. Farrell asked him something about his sabbath (he is Muslim) because they are open 7 days a week. He told us about that and then talked to us about praying and demonstrated the art of it for probably 15 minutes.
He asked when we would be leaving and wanted us to return so we could share one more meal together: family style as their guests. We’ll see if we can. Melissa and I really connected to his wife last time we were here. She is the main cook. Melissa wrote something about how amazing her food was and shared it with her via google translate. We blew kisses to her and made a real fuss over her. She has such a beautiful smile. Each time we scooter by, we call out and wave to them. (The restaurant is outdoors on the side of the street on the way to our hotel.)
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