We arrived at the Pun Pun Restaurant near Wat Suan Dok in Chiang Mai to meet our fellow interns and journey up to the farm. Lunch was fiddlehead fern, mushroom, and tofu sir fry with brown rice. Ah-mazing.
Krit and Justin (then strangers, who we later came to know & love) appeared, herded us all into sungtaos, (pick-up trucks with rows of seats in back) and an hour later we had bumped and jostled our way up the dusty dirt road to the farm and the sight of the kitchen, which we would soon be rebuilding, due to termite damage, as our main project. And so it began.
Walking through another farm to Pun Pun – you can see a couple of the rooftops peaking through.
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The path through the “downstairs” part of the farm was covered in passion fruit vines – a delicious walkway. We arrived at the end of their season, but if you were lucky, you could still find a yellow or purple fruit hanging down from the branches.
The village of Mae Tang – it was important for the founders of Pun Pun to be part of a greater community. Villagers affectionately referred to Pun Pun as “Baan Farang,” or “Foreigner Village.”
Justin and Su’s home, where we eventually helped install electricity and build a floor… and where little Iyara was welcomed into the world!
Home for two months: The Owl House on the Hill. This little adobe home graciously housed Graham, myself, spiders, lizards, mice, and a very active bat community. It was a busy happy household.
The bathroom, in case you were curious, had a western-style toilet on one side, a squat-style toilet on the other. All toilets were composting. The shower was cold, but there were solar-heated showers down the hill, not that I ever needed a hot shower after the heat of the day.
Oh You Sabai. This was an old adobe and bamboo building, originally made as a coffee shop and kitchen, where we spent many nights listening to and making music, enjoying the view and each other’s company.
The extremely friendly chickens who provided the farm with about 30 eggs a day and would gladly take care of any food scraps from the kitchen.
Once we demolished the old kitchen we ate here – in the community building. Pi Jo, a founder of Pun Pun, is pictured here as he was most often found – in the middle of doing something.
A glimpse into Peggy, Pi Jo, and their son Tahn’s home.
That’s Peggy, a Pun Pun founder and Pi Jo’s wife, there in the center of the interns. These open doors will lead from their lofted bedroom to a soon-to-be-built deck for their round adobe home. This tour really moved me, it took place during one of the first days we were there and introduced me to the profound generosity and joy radiating from the community on the farm. Being welcomed into Peggy, Jo, and Tahn’s home and being encouraged to poke around the life they’ve literally built for themselves was heart-warming. I felt embraced by Pun Pun from the very start.