During one such working visit, while waiting for available units in a site inspection to some villas, the property’s representative took time out to have a babi guling meal with me. Always trust a local to bring you to the best eating spots. He took me to a small corner stall called “Warung Babi Guling Pak Malen” located along Jl. Sunset Road No.5 in Seminyak, Kuta. There are many others located all around Bali, but I am mentioning this because it’s the one we went to (and it’s another spot for you, my dear reader, to check it out if you wish).

When we had arrived, I noticed a group of Singaporean Chinese cleaning up their plates and drinks inside the stall. Besides them, there were also a couple of westerners at a corner amongst the many local Balinese people who were there for that one meal.

There really are no other meals served except babi guling. The only choice I have was whether I want it spicy or non spicy. I suppose the other choice I have would be how many types of pork meat I wish to have with my meal. I told my host that I’ll have the regular, whatever the Balinese are having, and in the regular portion. The meal came with a bowl of (you guessed it) pork soup, although I did order a cup of locally grown lime juice.

As Malaysians, we’re mostly spoiled for choice when it comes to food in our own home country. Various dishes are served in every part of Malaysia and most with localized flavors to suit the many demands of our multi-cultural and multi-ethnic peoples. Bali in itself retains its own flavors and serves dishes moderately as per how the locals like it. Many a Chinese tourist would usually complain how it’s not “tasty” or whatnot, but in my own humble opinion, the Chinese have their own way of preparing pork and Balinese have theirs. Respectfully, my advice to travelers would be to savor the local dish as it is made locally for it is not catered specially for the tastes of tourists.

On top of my list is the Barong Dance. There are several venues for this dance located in various spots around the island, but none are truly the genuine dances. According to the local Hindus, the true Barong performance is only held during a holy and religious day of celebration depending on their Hindu calendar. And each Barong dance performance differs in depiction of characters according to its territory or region. I asked about getting this calendar and was told that one can get it easily from some of the groceries or other places of commerce as a souvenir or gift, but the real Hindu calendar used by the Balinese Hindus can only be gotten from the Hindu priests themselves. I decided to wait for that chance instead of getting one that is just decorative.

Since both these are temporarily out of the list at the moment, my next best bet is the Kecak performance. Again, there are several of these said Kecak dances found all around Bali, but the most complete and most genuine Kecak dance can be found at the famous Uluwatu temple site. When I asked my guide what he meant by the most “complete” and “genuine”, he said that he has seen many, and some of the other performances skips a certain chapter of the story, making it incomplete. “Sometimes a part of the story is not told,” he said, as we sat by a gift shop’s side stairs, eating this delicious chicken sate made by a local Balinese vendor who barbeques the sate on the spot.

Towards the evening, there will be a small stall selling "sate" cooked on the spot opposite the parking lot. One can get 10 sticks for as cheap as Rp. 15.000. In other areas, you can even get them for Rp. 10.000! Super yummy!

“Then there are some others which do not feature Hanuman.” Incase you’re unaware; Hanuman is the colorful & mischievous Monkey God, a character which is just as fascinating on its own. Once we were done with the sate (which was absolutely delicious by the way – and this is coming from a person who lives in a town famous for its sates!), we made our way to the temple site.

The ticket counter is located to the south side of the Uluwatu temple, where a table area is manned by several vendors in traditional Balinese “uniform”. Stacks and stacks of tickets are placed upon its table with names of groups written on it, indicating booked tickets for groups of tourists. The stage is located on the southern end, which is not hard to miss, especially when the chanting starts. A single entry costs Rp.70,000.

“Everyday, the seats are full,” my guide said. A brief glance at the parking lot on the northern end will tell anyone that despite its maximum capacity, tour buses are still flowing in, following a stream of vans and private cars. I followed him quickly up the path as he tried to get me a good seat. “Seating capacity at its maximum is for 300 viewers.” 300 people only? Even though full to the brim, and out of sitting places, most tourists are still content to stand or sit by the side until it spills over to the stage area a little. I was warned not to be too close as the fire dance act will not be so enjoyable in that sense.

For those who are unfamiliar with the Kecak Ramayana & Fire Dance, it was originally developed in the 1930’s by a German artist by the name of Walter Spies for a film. Spies was fascinated with the “sanghyang” or ‘chorus of the sacred trance dance’ and combined it with the sound of chattering from crowds of men crouched over cockfight events. With this combination, he developed it with a local Balinese dancer, Wayan Limbak, to produce this performance. From there, it took off as one of the best cultural dance performances in Bali. Safe to say, this development is considered quite new and very successful.

The Kecak begins just before sunset at 18:00 hrs, against a beautiful backdrop of the sea and sun at one end, and a sea of trees on the other. The spectators sit in a circle of ascending wooden chairs constructed to surround a small circular floor stage.

Kecak Ramayana

Once the performance started, everyone was mesmerized. In order to not spoil potential visitors’ fun, I will not elaborate the story, but rest assured, once you go for the performance, each person is given a piece of paper explaining each act from the Ramayana. Moving to the rhythm of the trance-like “Kecak! Kecak! Kecak!”chanting by a group of men surrounding the play, the actors and actresses carried out the act with fluid body movements, complete with facial expressions to tell the viewers of their feelings. There is not much dialog, mostly the rhythm of the chants which gives the story its flow. Delighting the crowd is the random emergence of Hanuman, the magical white monkey, who causes mischief and laughter amongst viewers as part of the show.

Fire Dance : Hanuman kicks up a riot in the act

The entire Kecak Ramayana & Fire Dance show takes up a solid one hour. By the time it was over, it was dark all around us but smiles aplenty on the faces of satisfied customers. For those who think it might be a little too expensive, rest assured, it’s not. The quality of the performance and energy depicted by the performers is a memory you would want to bring home with you. Even if you’ll be late for dinner, try not to miss this performance when you’re visiting Uluwatu in the evening. I for one would not mind going for it again, only the next time, I’ll not forget the insect repellent!

Rice cakes doodle

Some of my notes from my recent trip back from Xi’an, China. The trip was enjoyable and an eye-opener. The Chinese there are so… well, different. I have a feeling I’ll adapt faster in Thailand than in China.

There are many more pages of the travel journal but there’s quite a lot of things to do right now to really keep up with my notes. I’ll come back to it when I have more time.

By the way, I use the medium Moleskine Cahiers for my travel notes, a Faber Castell TRUE GEL 0.5mm S-Fine pen (beautiful ink!) for writing & a Pilot FRICTION 0.5mm (brown ink) for sketches / doodles. For other notes, I would usually prefer Field Notes brand.

How many times have I promised to change this? Numerous. Okay, no promises, I shall do my very best.

That being said, once I got to my free day, I immediately got up early in the morning, breakfasted and rushed out to get onto the MRT to get to Shilin MRT station, hopped onto a taxi which got me to the bottom of the stairs of the famous National Palace Museum in 10 minutes. Already my perception of the local population has given rise my respect to them, I was anxious to see how their museums would look like.

The driver, a middle aged man tried to start a friendly conversation despite my limited knowledge of Mandarin, but we managed to communicate nevertheless. According to him, he usually gets a lot of fares from Singaporeans and Malaysians, so he was happy to have yet another Malaysian in his taxi. From all these friendly talk, he told me that people who look like me usually would follow the bus tours in groups. He has no idea how close his guess was, the only difference – I am usually leading the group.

National Palace Museum, Taipei

Once arrived, I thanked the driver kindly and began my ascend to the “palace”. The museum is said to be modeled after a typical Chinese palace, thus the name. While standing outside, marveling at the enormous gate, I was approached by some activist who went on talking to me like I understood the cause. It was only when he realised that I looked lost that he slowed down and asked me where I am from.

“Ooh! Malaysia. We have many tourists from Malaysia coming here,” he said in Mandarin. Nod and smile “You my want help?I’ll help you take a picture,” he offered. No, thanks. I don’t like my own touristy pictures. He kept smiling though, “You came on your own?” Affirmative. “Oh~,” he mused, looking at me with… respect? “Very good and brave of you to come alone!”

As I climbed up the stairs to the main exhibition hall’s entrance, I wondered what the activist meant.

The main entrance is located right in the middle of the hall, but in order to purchase a ticket, I’ve to move to the left. The ticket costs a bleeding NT 160 and the audio guide, another NT 100 (which is refundable upon the return of the device). The girl at the counter, who spoke English fluently, was very helpful and after a brief introduction to the device, I was lead to the right of the hall to deposit my bag for safe keeping. Only a notebook, pen, jacket (I came back out again to get this after about 5 minutes – it’s really quite cold inside!), and a bottle of water followed me in.

One of the first things a visitor would realise is that there are so many Chinese (from Mainland China) and Korean tourists from the noise that they make. Next, the museum officials in coats, all hold in their hands a small signboard with the graphic representation of a finger over a pair of lips, a reminder to the visitors to keep their voices down. Then, you’ll realise that this gesture with the signboard does not have any effect whatsoever and that the Chinese are all as noisy as ever, with their guides, talking louder than the group does. And finally, because of all these, you will inevitably be drawn back to the first realisation, that there are so many Chinese and Koreans – and they sound like a moving fish market from hall to hall.

The exhibits are really quite something to look at, and each of its exhibition halls are categorised meticulously to showcase the best of their collections. The glass panels that separate the visitors from the artifacts are positioned neatly and with the audio guide, it is a good way to browse around each exhibit in your own pace while inspecting the highlighted piece. The brochure I was given gave a very good graphic layout of the building and what is found on each floor.

The peace, as you will also be made aware, does not exist as soon as you step ahead to view a particular object of interest, marked by the audio guide. The hoards of Chinese tourists, lead by their tourist guides will in time push you away from that window in order for them to dominate that area as the guide speaks through their own audio device. This happens several times and soon enough, you would get tired, and thank God for those comfy seats in the middle of the segregated halls, you will sit and rest. It became much more amusing to watch the people than pay attention to the artifacts.

After about 2 torturous hours inside with all the noise, I decided I have had enough and will go over to the museum shop to get a book instead. The shop is laid out nicely and the attendants friendly, but for the price of even a simple keychain, I thought it ridiculously priced at NT150. There is no need to mention the books and other posters bearing prints of famous artworks found within the museum. In the end, I left with the same things I came with, my notebook, jacket and bottle of water.

Light Lunch at the Xianjufu Cafe.This set cost me NT160.

The same girl who assisted me earlier asked me how was my visit to the museum. I told her it the exhibits were all very beautiful and thoughtfully laid out. But those hoards of tourists…

“Yeah…” she looked apologetic.

“Do you get a lot of tourists like this everyday?” I asked.

“Yes, we do. But today, it is not so many because it’s still early,” she said.

“Oh wow, it’s considered lesser than what you usually have?”

She nodded apologetically. “It’s usually the groups from China and Korea. There are not many visitors who come on their own here.”

NOW I know what that activist outside had meant. I thanked the girl kindly, collected my things, and prepared for the next destination. With help, I found the bus stop and took a bus 304 back to Shilin MRT station.

One such restaurant is called Yunus Halal Restaurant, whose owner, a kindly Chinese Muslim man, was there to serve us personally and to ensure that all our meals were fresh and hot. Although Mr Yunus spoke very little English, he was nonetheless very proud of his little restaurant.

Yunus Halal Restaurant

“Son of (Tun Dr.) Mahathir, he sit here,” Yunus indicated to one of the chairs occupied by one of my colleagues. All of us looked at one another wondering which son he was referring to, as Yunus described him animatedly. Then one of the guests at the table looked up and said, “Is it Muhkriz?”Upon hearing the name, the owner nodded happily and gestured to some pictures at the wall. All of us crowded towards those pictures, and sure enough, it was a group picture with Muhkriz sitting in the middle of a group, surrounded by men in coats and the rest who looked like Malaysian students. Never mind the pictures, the food served up were, according to everyone at the table, delicious and tastes like home. Even I stuffed myself silly.

Another little restaurant just next to Yunus Halal Restaurant is “Thai Shiang Yun”, also a halal restaurant. We visited Thai Shiang Yun the next day for lunch, and happy to say, the food was also very agreeable. Although it is a simple and small place, the owner worked hard and all dishes served were amazing. The dessert was especially noteworthy. One of the participants was especially sensitive to sweet dishes, and would usually give his share to whoever else is interested, but in this joint, he was eating up everyone else’s left over dessert

Thai Shiang Yun dessert

Thai Shiang Yun owner : It was unfortunate that this lady owner does not speak English or Arabic, but she was happy enough to pose for some pictures.

While eating within, we had the pleasure of meeting another traveler who hailed from Singapore and had a friendly chat with the fellow. He too had expressed that the meals in this particular restaurant meets with his expectations. Definitely a recommended restaurant for Muslims looking for halal meals when visiting Taipei.

Yunus Halal Restaurant – No. 36, Pei Ning Road, Taipei, Taiwan. Tel : (02) 2579-0528 / 0933-703-544

Thai Shiang Yun is located next to Yunus Halal Restaurant.

What I wasn’t counting on was how the city impressed me the minute I started walking the streets to get a sense of direction on my own.

Taipei, the main capital of Taiwan, a country with a population of about 23 million people, would have given me the thought that land would be very precious and therefore, the streets would be narrow and not accommodating. All thoughts were proven untrue.

Taipei gave me the impression that space isn’t a problem. The main roads are wide and orderly, cars drive on the right lane and the public transportation service is one of the best I have seen so far from my other travels. ‘Citizens’, as the locals are referred to, are encouraged to go green and a majority of them are very supportive. There were no unsightly rubbish or litter found anywhere and even if there were, the refuse would be neatly packed away, waiting for the garbage collectors to do their job. Whenever I have something that needed throwing away, I’d usually be cursing quietly as it’s difficult to find a bin. How in the world do the locals keep clean? It would take me a while to locate the discreet recycling bin which blends in rather nicely with the cityscape (instead of the huge industrial-grade plastic bins offered back home that stands out like a sore thumb by the roadside).

There are probably about 90% scooters than there are any other 2-wheeled vehicles. Apparently, it is pretty fashionable for women to ride their scooters with high heels. It is rather mystifying as to how these local women can endure the stress of it. Vanity over functionality, eh?

When traveling in a vehicle, it felt neat to know that the roads, streets and alleyways follow a close grid-like system. Even while walking, reading the map didn’t seem too much of a worry. Only on occasions when I needed to be very sure that I would stop a passerby and ask for directions (I’d usually ask those who are loitering around instead of those who are walking very quickly so as to get a better and more thoughtful answer). To think that the Taiwanese are all only just Chinese-speaking would be wrong. On many occasions, when I have need for the urgent information, a number of the locals have surprised me with the fact that they can understand me (even though they don’t speak it too well sometimes and of course they’d be so delighted to know that I CAN understand a little Mandarin and Hokkien) in order to help me along the way.

“Don’t worry about it,” Joe, my Taiwanese contact, gave me a hearty pat on the back in his grandfather-ly way, “Just ask them for directions, they can help you wherever you are. Or you can easily call me.” Luckily, the only times I would have the need to call was to enquire about work-related subjects instead of sounding like a hopelessly lost tourist.

Joe, who is probably in his mid 70s, is a multi-tasker, but a full time acupuncturist. It was good to be around him as everywhere we went shop owners would welcome him warmly and allow him to brew his own tea and smoke his pipe in peace. “These are all my patients,” he would say and smile his wrinkled smile, as he boiled water for his oolong tea. Joe had studied for years in America in his younger days and was delighted to hear me speak in what he perceives to be an American accent (although I tell him he is mistaken).

“I would have thought that Malaysia was once a British colony and would speak the Queen’s English instead of an American accent,” Joe mused.

I informed him that it was most probably because the Malaysians are so exposed to the media which is constantly airing shows from the US. I guess it is unavoidable that we would speak in that slang or accent due to the constant exposure. He nodded in understanding and told me of his adventures back when he was still overseas and doing his acupuncture treatments.

Even before I could mention it, Joe was very specific in telling me that Taiwan is a democratic country and is NOT part of China.

Traffic in the city is tolerable. There are as many cabs on the streets as there are private vehicles.

Maps and lots of useful information were given to me to help me navigate around the metros & bus routes when I expressed my wish to explore on my own. To my quiet surprise, Joe did not warn me about the dangers of being a lone traveler. He was more concerned about me finding my way around.

Truth to be told, the city is very orderly and the people usually mind their own business unless if you need help and ask them for it. Otherwise, no one bothers you. My own exploration was peaceful and to my great delight, peddlers or beggars were rare wherever I looked (or perhaps I did not look hard enough). Bus drivers were helpful and taxi drivers very obliging, something I find seriously lacking in my own country. There’s no worry about where you want to go, only hop in a taxi and he or she will immediately take you to your intended destination without fuss. Although somewhat expensive to travel that way, I felt it was justifiable in regards to their prompt & friendly service.

Since I rely heavily on public transportation and on foot to get to places I wanted to visit, I sure am impressed with how Taipei is run and although I don’t enjoy long walks to the stations, taking the trains were arguably a treat. And predictable too! I was able to time my distance and plan ahead for the next few days knowing that time won’t be wasted in anyway (unless of course if my feet gives way!)

Bottom line is, I am impressed with this country in which, initially, I had no opinion for. Now I know I wouldn’t mind visiting again just to try out all the rest of their cooking.

A quick illustration based on a black & white photo

Never thought I’d be so interested in someone who is long gone. When I saw the beautiful animation on Google, I had kept refreshing the page to see it again and again, all the while wondering who is she.

When I finally did a search on her, my jaw dropped at the gorgeous pictures of her profile and dance moves. What would it be like to watch her dance in real life? In pictures of her alone, it is enough to tell the viewer that her passion and energy shines through.

I am particularly drawn to this one photo (and sadly, I could not locate a much higher resolution file), and using it as a reference, this quick sketch was done to satisfy my need to capture that expression.

Well, almost solo. A certain Pak Kadek was assigned as my designated driver, who turned out to be really friendly and helpful. Thank God for him, I was able to have more a meaningful insight into the lives of the locals and their lifestyles. Conversations with him during our long trips where I was taken for various meetings and inspections turned out to be quite an eye opener. But this bit on our conversations will probably have to wait until later for me to elaborate further.

What did happen to make my ailments better was this drink, as common as it may look. Aptly named “Hot Biotic”, it is a mixture of honey and a few common herbs and veg to sooth the body and mind, a drink introduced to me while waiting to have lunch at the Sabeen in The Haven Seminyak. On the outset, it looks a bit odd but it is rather pleasant once you take a sip of it.

Hot Biotic

As the nausea and dizziness passed, I noted with the surprise I first felt when I entered Seminyak. My gracious host, Mr Hendra of The Haven Seminyak (where I was residing at the time) became inquisitive and asked if I had been here before. Why yes, a couple of years back, probably 8 or 10 years, I cannot remember.

“I remember asking my driver if he was sure he is sending me to Seminyak,” I said, “Because I am pretty sure the last time I was here, it was all just grass and tall trees with almost no street lights.” I had even wondered to myself, who in the world would want to stay here, in a place so remote and dark, for their honeymoon or anything.

Pak Hendra chuckled with amusement and told me that it must have been a long while for the entire area has transformed into a very bustling little township. While I sipped on my Hot Biotic drink, he regaled tales of his own travels and from there, we shared stories of the different parts of the world we had seen.

Tuna Sandwich at the Sabeen, The Haven Seminyak

Earlier on, while I was having breakfast at the Sabeen in The Haven, I couldn’t help but notice the traffic. It is unavoidable as the roads are narrow and it’s just practically a few steps off the curb to the hotel’s entrance itself. The entrance faced east and so with the natural morning light streaming in to the Sabeen, the atmosphere was rather pleasant as I was picking out my breakfast.

Breakfast at the Sabeen was delicious as it is simple. At one glance, one would think that there is not enough, but as I walked around the buffet area, I noticed that looks can indeed be deceiving. The food choice offered are generous, and I was especially happy to note that my omelets were more packed with mushrooms (luuuurve mushrooms!) than the ones I had at a certain 5star hotel I was staying in before this.

The same Sabeen is transformed into a bar by night and dishes out some of the loveliest live bands I have ever heard. Despite my condition (tired to the bone & every sinew and muscle), I was sorely tempted to have a glass of drink downstairs to enjoy the music before turning in. Hendra smiled in amusement at my dilemma and informed me that The Haven provides good music and that their bands change its themes and moods every other night for a little more variety. What I heard last night were classic rock songs turned jazzy plus a little R&B, something I found rather soothing and refreshing. But the lull of the bed and its fluffy pillows were too much for me to disengage myself from the room anymore.

Junior Suite, The Haven Seminyak

As with most hotels and villa properties competing to have the best facilities for paying customers, The Haven is a complete package. From the main entrance, the hotel is first introduced to the guests. As I was escorted deeper into the property, beautiful yet discreet villas are found inside its compound and several pool areas separates the different sections of The Haven. The Spa villas are also very soothing and private, offering its own pool area for customers to have a dip once their treatment is over. On the other end of the property, lie the apartment suites of the establishment. These apartment suites are catered to bigger traveling groups or families, complete with a small kitchen and dining hall, plus separated 2 or 3 bedrooms, depending on the needs of the guests.

All these different sections of the property, be it the hotel, villas or apartment suites, have its own breakfast areas, so there is no rush for a table at meal times.

The Haven Seminyak is just a few minutes walk away to the famous Kudeta Bar and Restaurant. For those who are thinking of a longer stay, the convenience of shopping and laundry services are found all around its property. The night life is booming in this once quiet town, so if you should ever find yourself with a dose of insomnia during your stay, the option to go out for a night of fun, or simply wanting to relax within The Haven’s property, it is always an available choice depending on your mood and interests. For technophobes such as myself, I was relieved to find that it is easy to connect to the Wi-Fi services within The Haven.

I suppose my only regret was that my stay was shorter than I would have wanted it to be. There is no doubt that this place would be one of my top favorites should I visit again (hopefully for leisure, not work!).

Hotel
Jl. Raya Seminyak 500 – Bali

Suites & Villas
Jl. Arjuna (Jl. Double Six)
Gg. Raja, Seminyak, Bali   T. +62 361 738 001
F. +62 361 738 002   reservation@thehavenbali.com
www.thehavenbali.com

The work report I have just sent out to the agency, discussions with the hotel staffs, and to top them all, my craving for a piece of cake.

I would have to blame the craving on the lovely Kun Tong, my Thai colleague, who took me out in her car just to get breakfast. It was only suppose to be just breakfast… but it dragged on to coffee and cake.

Located in a small alley, tucked away from the main city of Chiang Mai, Thailand’s second largest city, is the beautifully serene Fern Forest Cafe. It is a place which is easy to miss, unless if you’re taking a leisurely drive to soak in the sights. The entrance is small and plain, the front of the cafe like any other simple tucked-away shop, one that could be easily mistaken for a residence. Even the girl at the counter moved slowly and gently, creating a bit of impatience in my colleague after she had ordered.

The name itself holds true to its surroundings. The entire garden is filled with ferns of different shapes and sizes, plus a few other different plants I am not familiar with, although no less beautiful in its overall green landscape. What I did like most were how the tables and chairs were placed under towering plants, in a semi-shaded area. So if I wanted some shade, I can sit here, or if I wish to get a bit of a tan, I could sit there. So pretty. I decided on the tan since it’s been days I’ve been holed up in the hotel for work.

This isn’t what got me psyched though – it was the simple selection of cakes that my gorgeous colleague had encouraged me to try out that knocked me off my feet.

“You will love it! I guarantee you will enjoy taking pictures of it too,” she had said. I am not much of a cake person, but it wasn’t until I took a bite into it that I totally fell head over heels for it – just as Kun Tong predicted I would.

I ordered a slice of black forest chocolate cake with a hot cup of tea, and she, a delicious soufle with a strawberry top and coffee.

The first bite was enough to send me up the skies. The texture and softness of the cake was perfect, not too dry and not too mushy, and the best part was the black forest filling in the middle of it. Each bite oozed rich flavours, both fruit and chocolate. The chocolate itself is not too sweet and yet retains a rich flavour that got me scooping it up again and again.

The soufle my Thai colleague ordered, was also a world of its own. There isn’t any overwhelming sweetness and this would go nicely with a cup of coffee with one teaspoon of sugar if you’re not into too much sugar. The whipped cream served as a garnish but it does make the experience all the more heavenly. She had a satisfied smile on her face, knowing that I was happy with her choice as well after I was made to taste the soufle.

In between bites, I was able to occupy myself by exploring the little garden cafe’s little corners while Kun Tong was busy answering calls. The atmosphere in the cafe’s surroundings were quiet and calm, and while being there, it gave me the illusion of being taken out of the big puzzle of work and tucked into another picture that radiates peace. What a place to just sit back, relax and enjoy some delicious cakes and coffee!

Under the shade

Too soon, my little slice of heaven was over before I knew it. With my green tea to wash it down while basking under the morning sun, and the pending feeling of stress returning as we know we would have to return to work, I am utterly convinced that this little cafe, which has given me a taste I will not soon forget – will be the first place I must visit when I am in Chiang Mai again the next time.

Location : Fern Forest Cafe, Sri Phum, Mueang Chiang Mai, Chiang Mai 50200, Thailand.

Operation Hours : 08.30 hrs – 20.30 hrs