Well hello.
My trip has taken an unexpected turn. After spending a few hours at the Kuala Lampur airport, checking in for my next flight, getting my baggage through security, etc, I was watching CNN in a waiting area. They started discussing the Typhoon in the Philippines. I’ve heard of this, seen it on cnn.com, so I’m just watching and waiting for the next topic to come. All of a sudden, I hear ‘and next is China and Vietnam. They’re gonna have to brace themselves.’
WHAT.
So immediately I dart out of my chair and go to these free computers with internet and I start googling ‘track Typhoon Megi ’ ‘Typhoon megi to hit vietnam’ ‘typhoon megi nearing china’ etc etc and pretty much every link I find ends in the same way. ‘Now that the Philippines has experienced the worst of it, the storm is headed for China and Northern Vietnam.’
I couldn’t find any specific prediction of when it would find landfall, because no one’s fucking sure and this is Vietnam, but it seems pretty obvious. Sometime in the coming days, Vietnam may be screwed. So I’m like…about to have a heart attack. What should I do? Should I go to Vietnam and just fly out in case of emergency? What if EVERYONE is doing that and I can’t get a flight out? What if all flights are cancelled and I’m forced to stay in Vietnam while it braces for impact? I weigh all my options. And I had lots. I could book a flight to Seoul, which only cost $500, and just stay there until my final flight home on the 13th. Or I could book a flight right here and now to just get home for $1200. Yeah, it’s steep. But I have enough to cover emergencies like this (And not much more). Plus, I have 2 Visa credit cards.
If I do the $500 flight to Seoul, I’d still have to book 4 nights at a hotel in Seoul, plus pay for whatever touring and shit I do…even though I know NOTHING about Seoul or South Korea so I’d literally be wandering around aimlessly until I find a Lonely Planet. Or I could risk it and just fly to Vietnam and then pay whatever it takes to move my flight up and fly out ASAP. But, again, what if everyone else is doing that too? What if the Typhoon changes direction (which every single website told me it may do) and just heads straight for Hanoi, forgetting about China? And me trying to save a couple hundred bucks was the difference between getting out or being stuck for a week (I assume that changing my flight at this point would cost at least $500 – I looked up how much it would cost to change a flight last minute when I wasn’t sure leaving right away in August and it cost $500 just to change it plus the difference in fare)? And it’s not like the Hanoi airport is Kuala Lampur or Bangkok. I couldn’t just wait idly there for 24 or 36 hours like I can at these high-tech ultra-modern fucking space stations. It would probably suck. Furthermore, if I DID go to Vietnam just like it was planned, I’d be like, stressed the entire time, just praying that I’d make my flight and avoid any storm.
So I just come to the decision that the best thing to do is book the flight out from Kuala Lampur home. In many ways, it really really sucks. I was looking forward to going home and having quite a bit of extra cash on hand, but now I’m gonna be pretty tightly strapped. And sadly, I’m really not like…in the zone to go home, ya know? Like, I was planning on really thinking things out and just prepping myself for my return home over the next few days…but now, it’s like, I had 2 hours to decide I wanted to go home and then one day to deal with it. But on the other hand, I am very excited, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I cry just a little bit when I reach the O’Hare arrival hall.
OH! PS. The only reason I was made aware of this $1200 flight (which is like, way decent, right? That’s like almost what you’d expect to pay at a regular, non-last minute fare) is b/c this super nice Malaysian information desk attendant lady let me get on her computer and see what was available. It was actually really funny b/c I was like ‘Do you know of any flights to Chicago?’ and she was like ‘Not off the top of my head, but let me call someone at Malaysian Airlines…(three minutes later)…there is a flight available tomorrow morning from here to Paris to Chicago for $7000.’ Then she was like ‘You could fly to Singapore and see what they have.’ And I’m like ‘why the fuck would I just fly to Singapore? There has to be SOME flight that I can take out of here that connects somewhere in the world to Chicago.’
I almost started crying, b/c I thought I was going to be stuck in Kuala Lampur until whenever I could find a decent flight out. But then she just like, googled it and found the flight I’m currently on, haha. I have to connect in Delhi, which is hilarious. Then I’m taking a 15 hour flight directly from Delhi to Chi-town.
I have no idea how I’m gonna handle that. I’m serious. I only have 2 books and one of them is halfway done and I’m already using up some of the battery on my computer. While I am sad to not be visiting Vietnam (and I was only gonna go to the coast, which, duh, is probably the stupidest thing you could do now, so I’d be stuck in Hanoi looking at lame museums anyway), I am very, very excited to be going home.
I think the best thing about this trip is that I have experiences COUNTLESS moments of true happiness…like, moments where I just can’t help but smile the biggest smile imaginable, all to myself, and just love every second of life. It happened the first time on my first train in Germany, directly after exiting the airport, when I realized this was all actually happening. I had another one just now, realizing that I’ll be home within 1 day. It’s weird how time kind of distorts things, ya know? Like, traveling around with the Danish girls in the Balkans seems like years ago, almost, but the other day I was showering in Bali and I remembered a joke between me and Jason.
We both love and have always loved Friends, so we have various jokes from it, which are mostly just quotes. One is this random interaction between Rachel and Ross, where Ross asks Rachel ‘Oh Really?!’ and Rachel replies ‘Oh yah!!’ and I have no idea what episode it’s from or what they’re talking about, but it’s one of my and Jason’s things. Anyway I for some reason thought of it and it felt as though Jason and I were just recounting that joke, like, a week ago. Or the evening before I left where I went out to eat with Jason, Jess and Nick feels like so recently.
Anyway, if my trip was only a month, or I didn’t have things to get back to in the US, I would probably have just flown to Hanoi and then traveled away from the coast…and just stayed for as long as necessary. But I realized that being stuck in Hanoi for even one more day was literally the last thing in the world I wanted to do. Like, even if things were fine, but I couldn’t get out b/c of cancelled flights or whatever, I would have gone insane. I have been counting down the days and thinking and thinking about going home, and there was honestly no scenario that even seemed slightly appealing, except for just going home right now.
Yes, I’m still freaking out about the fact that I’m $1200 poorer, but what’s done is done. My number one philosophy in travel, and the first thing I tell friends when they go backpacking, is that you CANNOT stress about money. You will lose money, you will be scammed, you will spend more than you wanted, but you can’t stress about it or it will ruin everything. Obviously in this case, it’s kind of ridiculous, but right now I’m just focusing on the good. And thank god I was watching CNN.
WHAT THE HELL WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF I HADNT BEEN SITTING ON THAT COUCH?! I’d be all la dee da I’m in Vietnam ooh this is pretty why is my beach tour cancelled? The what’s coming? HOLY SHIT. And then I would have cried…something which still hasn’t happened on this trip…(knock on wood). And thank god this happened at the end of my trip. What if like, I was about to go to India and they were like ‘Ummm people shouldn’t go there, because there’s a huge Pakistani nuclear bomb about to explode over the entire country…sorry…’ or something crazy like that? If I hadn’t had the fact that after just a couple of flights, I’d be home and done with all of it, I think the whole thing would have been much harder.
In 24 hours I can get a big gulp at Kum n Go!
But yeah, I guess this may just be the end of my travel blog. I have very much enjoyed sharing my experiences with you all, and I can’t believe anyone would ever want to read about them (oooh he went to another museum? Cool!), but thank you so much for caring and having an interest. I hope that you guys have perhaps become inspired to travel, if not already. Now that I’m broke, who knows when I’ll get to travel again, but I really hope that in the near future I can make it back to Europe to finally see the UK or Scandinavia. Those are definitely priorities. Perhaps in a couple of years, I’ll have another blog, and I’ll call it ‘Experienced Traveller’ or ‘World Conquerer.’
Those are both terrible aren’t they? Something stupid like that.
PPS do you think this is totally what I get for always saying ‘Nothing has gone wrong on this trip! Everything has gone exactly the way it’s supposed to!’ over and over again? I kind of do. But, I doubt that God/fate/Buddha/whoever would punish an entire peninsula just b/c I didn’t knock on wood.
OH MY GOD I FORGOT TO TELL YOU THE BEST PART. This is so stupid and hilarious, and I feel like it completely exemplifies this trip and my life. So, like I said, I was already checked in and past immigration and everything before I realized that I wasn’t going to Hanoi. So when I was like ‘ok, no.’ I had to go BACK through immigration to cancel my flight. They’re like ‘what are you doing?’ and then I had to get my bag, which was on the OTHER side of immigration. Then I had to go about again and check in for my new flight and AGAIN go through immigration. I have SO many stamps from Malaysia, you wouldn’t believe. Thank GOD that US citizens don’t need a visa in Malaysia, or I would have been screwed.
They seriously thought I was just a fucking idiot though. I’m not even kidding, it was so funny. This one guy was like ‘umm…’ and then just started laughing and he called his friend over to tell him the story. I don’t blame him. I would have done the same.
If once at home, I realize there is more to share, I may make another update. If not though, I will be seeing you all very soon :)
Love,
- Josh A
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Random Thought: Something
Greetings loved ones,
I apologize for the ridiculous delay. I am currently sitting at the Kuala Lampur International Airport. Like the Bangkok airport, this airport looks as though it is from the future. It really kicks the Bangkok’s airport’s ass. Anyway, I’m in the midst of a 12 hour layover. I know. I don’t know what my problem is. I have decided that on my next trip, anywhere, there are some general rules I’m going to follow. The first of which is to not skimp on $50 and book a ridiculously scheduled journey. Some other rules include:
1) When booking youth hostels in Europe, I will only book a place which has lockers and wifi and air and has over a 90% approval rating by all raters.
2) I will always have a netbook or cell phone with me.
3) I will NOT fly around the world and visit 3 very different regions. I mean, don’t get me wrong, this trip is great. I love every second of it, but it’s truly ‘once in a lifetime’. In every way. I don’t plan on ever embarking on this kind of trip again. Too many flights, too many adjustments, too many things that can go wrong.
But a lot of these rules are moot, as I don’t plan on venturing out into the world again for a solo/backpacking type tour again anytime soon. It’s not that I’m opposed to the notion, but I just don’t’ see it being a reality. I mean, yeah, I would LOVE to come back to Europe next summer and backpack across Scandinavia or the Baltic States, but I won’t have the money or the time, probably. I of course still hope and plan to travel, but I will be relying on a couple of other means, most likely.
It’d be cool to actually go abroad as part of an organized program. Like most people go to study or work or intern abroad, and yeah, that’d be cool. But more importantly, I just plan on looking out for opportunities to travel with friends. Hannah wants to go live in S. America for a year next year? Boom. Spring Break. Jackie decides to teach in China? Boom. Week long trip. Jojo and Caden going to the UK for a wedding? Boom. Wedding crasher. I also plan on doing this within the US. Erik’s going to California sometime. Boom. Sunkist skin so hot it melts my popsicle.
Speaking of which, I have GOT to see the US already! I have literally seen NOTHING of the US. All my friends I’ve made from Australia and Europe have been to more places in the US than me. It’s pretty bad. So yeah, I’m totally down for road-tripping to…well, anywhere. SPEAKING OF WHICH! Do you know how AWESOME it’s going to be to NOT have to have an upcoming trip in the back of my mind ALL THE TIME?!
Like, I miss getting haircuts. I do. I miss going to the mall and just going shopping for clothes. I never do this anymore. Because (aside from going out to eat or buying alcohol or DVDs) I have really stopped spending money on a lot of things, because everytime I think about it, I just realize that that money would be better kept in my bank account, in case I need it for whatever trip I’m saving for in the near future.
So, when I get back, I’m gonna stop looking like shit. I’m gonna stop cutting my own hair, start buying more clothes, and not worry as much about finances. THAT IS GONNA BE AWESOME. Well, that is, until I have to start paying my student loans off. FUCK.
So I guess you want to know about Bali. It was nice. Like, that’s the best word that can possibly describe it. It’s nice. That might sound a little underwhelming, but to me, ‘nice’ is a really great freakin’ word. I mean, I would never describe India as nice. It’s amazing and breathtaking and life-changing, but it’s not nice. I wouldn’t describe most countries in Europe as nice either. In one word, I’d say that Greece is interesting, I’d say that Italy is romantic, I’d say that France is beautiful, Amsterdam is gross, Budapest is edgy, Prague is…well…living history, lol. I could go on and on.
Bali is nice. Very nice. It’s calm, and relaxing. It’s hot, but not overwhelming. It’s easy to get around, but not as developed as Bangkok, which means at times you feel as though you’re in the US. In Bali, you always feel as though you’re in Bali. There are a SHIT ton of tourists there, but it never feels touristy. And Jackie and I did the most touristy things you can imagine for a couple of days, and it still felt authentic.
Many describe Bali as magical, and that’s also an appropriate word. Like, honestly, it kind of is. Everywhere you go, there’s something religious or superstitious or beautiful or at least interesting. You can’t say that about Europe or India. A lot of Europe is just plain old consumerism. A lot of India is just trash. But everything in Bali is kind of wonderful. You don’t see the pollution or poverty of other developing countries, which isn’t necessarily a good thing, but it’s not a bad thing either.
And it’s the GREENEST country I’ve ever been to. Literally, like, it is SO FECKING GREEN you have no idea. It is so lush. Every road is lined with thick palm trees, and there are the most gorgeous rice terraces. The beaches aren’t as good as those you can find in Europe or other resort locations, but they’re still great. The water is the clearest I’ve ever seen. Like, water in Italy is just green. Water in Croatia is blue. Water in Iowa City is brown. Water in Bali is CLEAR. It’s awesome.
The flora is also varied. Like, in one day, we went from ‘oh my god this beach is so gorgeous’ to ‘oh my god am I in Tibet standing on Mount Everest overlooking the Himalayas?’ to ‘umm I’m in the rainforest’ and it was great. I’ve never (really) been to the rainforest before, and we visited one…full of monkeys. Oh and we went to a zoo and a safari which was the FUNNEST thing EVER. I held a baby chimp. SO CUTE.
And the airport wasn’t bad, either.
CAN YOU BELIEVE I WILL BE HOME IN 4 DAYS?! It’s the 19th now and I’ll be home the 23rd. SHIT I’ll board my plane to get out of Vietnam the 22nd. Oh my god. I don’t even know how I’m gonna handle it. I kind of, like, legitimately freaked out about a week ago when I realized just how soon I was to being home, so I’m glad I got that over with, because now I’m more at ease with it. But it’s still kind of scary. But also comforting. Kind of, because I’m constantly like ‘oh my god four days….if I make it.’
Like, I literally always follow an observation of how much time I have left abroad with a caveat. These are some examples:
‘Oh my god I’m gonna be in Vietnam tomorrow….if I’m not in a plane crash on the way.’
‘MAN I’M GOIN TO BALI! …unless someone plants drugs on me at the airport and I’m taken to an Indonesian jail for the rest of my life.’
‘I can’t wait to get home….if I even survive this.’
I know, I’m dumb. But I like, hate taking things for granted. That’s just me. I’m a pessimist and a realist (which is like, contradicting everything, because a realist would argue ‘umm duh the chances of being in a plane crash are like 1 in 200,000,00,00,000,000 so sit down and STFU), and I can never help but remind myself that nothing is guaranteed. I would probably enjoy this trip much more if I didn’t have that attitude.
Speaking of which, enjoyment. That’s the thing about the length of this trip. I was travelled out of Europe after like 3 weeks, right? My time spent in India was NEVER about seeing so much and experiencing everything. It was the opposite. Every enjoyable moment I had existed solely because I met some amazing people whom I had a great time with. Now I’m here in southeast Asia, which I honestly was more excited about than anything else, and it’s really nice and has been very easy and eye-opening, but I’m just not enjoying it as much as I feel I would if I had taken 2 weeks to do it, say 6 months from now. In other words, if Southeast Asia was its own trip, I’d LOVE EVERY SECOND of it.
Right now, I’m probably enjoying every other second. Like, the fact that I’m gonna be home in 4 days is getting me through this layover right now. And it got me through my flight. I am so fecking tired of flying. But that number…4…is a good number. And I hate that I’m concentrating so much on it, but it’s like, I’ve got. I’m travelled out. I’ve been travelled out for 6 or 7 fecking weeks. I don’t know what’s gonna happen when I get home, but I know that I won’t constantly be in transit or this sleep-deprived. That’s a good thing.
Anyway, more about Bali. Jackie scored us this AWESOME place. Like, it was better than staying at a four star hotel. She has these friends of a friend who work at the American school in Bali, and the wife, Krista is the principal and the husband, Chris, is the IT guy. They let us stay at their place, and, let’s just say that place would probably cost like…actually, I have no idea how much it would cost. But you would only find this kind of a house in a resort area, like Palm Springs or Miami or something, and yeah, it’d cost you dearly.
First of all, let’s comment on the space. The space is Asian in nature. Like, in Asia, people tend to make houses and buildings differently than we do in the west. In the US, we generally live in a house, which is one construction, and we have space (a yard) around it, right? In India and Bali and Thailand and probably everywhere else, it’s very common to find a house constructed around space (courtyard). The house might be one structure or more.
The place we stayed at was made of 4 living areas, which together made their house. There was the main structure, composed of the kitchen and living room, which overlooked an outdoor sitting area, which was the centerpiece of it all. It seems that this family tends to hang out in the outdoor sitting area more than the actual living room, which has like the plasma TV and Wii and everything. Then there is another structure with the bedrooms, and then the guesthouse. Where we stayed.
Yeah. We had our own guesthouse. It was essentially a love nest, but it’s ok because I’m totally gay.
There was also a pool, and the couple in question employs at least 2 household employees, who prepared our meals, made our bed, cleaned our room and drove us around. Yes, that all really happened. I know, way better service than at my 4 star hotel in Bangkok with the trannylady.
Aww, I miss Bangkok!
But the couple was totally chill and gave us lots of advice and were totally welcoming and it just made the stay so much better than it could have been if we had stayed at a hotel or something. The beach was like, 10-15 minutes away. OH! And get this. I saw THREE Dolce and Gabanna stores on one street, all within 5 minutes of each other.
WHAT THE HELL.
That is just not necessary. D&G needs to step off. There were also 2 Ralph Lauren boutiques within walking distance of each other too. But the prices are the same as in the US. Go figure. I bought a bunch of crap for people, and my bag is just getting out of hand. I have left behind so many articles of clothing, unnecessary toiletries, finished books, etc, but my bag is not letting up. It’s getting heavier and heavier, because of all the shit I’ve bought, so you mother effers better appreciate it all when I get back.
And my clothes are RANK. You would not believe how low my standards have become when it comes to personal hygiene. Jackie didn’t say anything, but I think she was being nice. Well, as nice as Jackie can be. Did you hear about her and Erin? OH! Back to Bali. We spent some time on the beach, we got massages, drove up a mountain, and SHIT! I got sick. Oh man, that sucked. I literally, like, got totally feckin sick and it sucked. After snorkeling in the ocean (which is AWESOME), it went away somehow, but it was a rough couple of days.
All right this is getting really uninteresting.
- Josh
I apologize for the ridiculous delay. I am currently sitting at the Kuala Lampur International Airport. Like the Bangkok airport, this airport looks as though it is from the future. It really kicks the Bangkok’s airport’s ass. Anyway, I’m in the midst of a 12 hour layover. I know. I don’t know what my problem is. I have decided that on my next trip, anywhere, there are some general rules I’m going to follow. The first of which is to not skimp on $50 and book a ridiculously scheduled journey. Some other rules include:
1) When booking youth hostels in Europe, I will only book a place which has lockers and wifi and air and has over a 90% approval rating by all raters.
2) I will always have a netbook or cell phone with me.
3) I will NOT fly around the world and visit 3 very different regions. I mean, don’t get me wrong, this trip is great. I love every second of it, but it’s truly ‘once in a lifetime’. In every way. I don’t plan on ever embarking on this kind of trip again. Too many flights, too many adjustments, too many things that can go wrong.
But a lot of these rules are moot, as I don’t plan on venturing out into the world again for a solo/backpacking type tour again anytime soon. It’s not that I’m opposed to the notion, but I just don’t’ see it being a reality. I mean, yeah, I would LOVE to come back to Europe next summer and backpack across Scandinavia or the Baltic States, but I won’t have the money or the time, probably. I of course still hope and plan to travel, but I will be relying on a couple of other means, most likely.
It’d be cool to actually go abroad as part of an organized program. Like most people go to study or work or intern abroad, and yeah, that’d be cool. But more importantly, I just plan on looking out for opportunities to travel with friends. Hannah wants to go live in S. America for a year next year? Boom. Spring Break. Jackie decides to teach in China? Boom. Week long trip. Jojo and Caden going to the UK for a wedding? Boom. Wedding crasher. I also plan on doing this within the US. Erik’s going to California sometime. Boom. Sunkist skin so hot it melts my popsicle.
Speaking of which, I have GOT to see the US already! I have literally seen NOTHING of the US. All my friends I’ve made from Australia and Europe have been to more places in the US than me. It’s pretty bad. So yeah, I’m totally down for road-tripping to…well, anywhere. SPEAKING OF WHICH! Do you know how AWESOME it’s going to be to NOT have to have an upcoming trip in the back of my mind ALL THE TIME?!
Like, I miss getting haircuts. I do. I miss going to the mall and just going shopping for clothes. I never do this anymore. Because (aside from going out to eat or buying alcohol or DVDs) I have really stopped spending money on a lot of things, because everytime I think about it, I just realize that that money would be better kept in my bank account, in case I need it for whatever trip I’m saving for in the near future.
So, when I get back, I’m gonna stop looking like shit. I’m gonna stop cutting my own hair, start buying more clothes, and not worry as much about finances. THAT IS GONNA BE AWESOME. Well, that is, until I have to start paying my student loans off. FUCK.
So I guess you want to know about Bali. It was nice. Like, that’s the best word that can possibly describe it. It’s nice. That might sound a little underwhelming, but to me, ‘nice’ is a really great freakin’ word. I mean, I would never describe India as nice. It’s amazing and breathtaking and life-changing, but it’s not nice. I wouldn’t describe most countries in Europe as nice either. In one word, I’d say that Greece is interesting, I’d say that Italy is romantic, I’d say that France is beautiful, Amsterdam is gross, Budapest is edgy, Prague is…well…living history, lol. I could go on and on.
Bali is nice. Very nice. It’s calm, and relaxing. It’s hot, but not overwhelming. It’s easy to get around, but not as developed as Bangkok, which means at times you feel as though you’re in the US. In Bali, you always feel as though you’re in Bali. There are a SHIT ton of tourists there, but it never feels touristy. And Jackie and I did the most touristy things you can imagine for a couple of days, and it still felt authentic.
Many describe Bali as magical, and that’s also an appropriate word. Like, honestly, it kind of is. Everywhere you go, there’s something religious or superstitious or beautiful or at least interesting. You can’t say that about Europe or India. A lot of Europe is just plain old consumerism. A lot of India is just trash. But everything in Bali is kind of wonderful. You don’t see the pollution or poverty of other developing countries, which isn’t necessarily a good thing, but it’s not a bad thing either.
And it’s the GREENEST country I’ve ever been to. Literally, like, it is SO FECKING GREEN you have no idea. It is so lush. Every road is lined with thick palm trees, and there are the most gorgeous rice terraces. The beaches aren’t as good as those you can find in Europe or other resort locations, but they’re still great. The water is the clearest I’ve ever seen. Like, water in Italy is just green. Water in Croatia is blue. Water in Iowa City is brown. Water in Bali is CLEAR. It’s awesome.
The flora is also varied. Like, in one day, we went from ‘oh my god this beach is so gorgeous’ to ‘oh my god am I in Tibet standing on Mount Everest overlooking the Himalayas?’ to ‘umm I’m in the rainforest’ and it was great. I’ve never (really) been to the rainforest before, and we visited one…full of monkeys. Oh and we went to a zoo and a safari which was the FUNNEST thing EVER. I held a baby chimp. SO CUTE.
And the airport wasn’t bad, either.
CAN YOU BELIEVE I WILL BE HOME IN 4 DAYS?! It’s the 19th now and I’ll be home the 23rd. SHIT I’ll board my plane to get out of Vietnam the 22nd. Oh my god. I don’t even know how I’m gonna handle it. I kind of, like, legitimately freaked out about a week ago when I realized just how soon I was to being home, so I’m glad I got that over with, because now I’m more at ease with it. But it’s still kind of scary. But also comforting. Kind of, because I’m constantly like ‘oh my god four days….if I make it.’
Like, I literally always follow an observation of how much time I have left abroad with a caveat. These are some examples:
‘Oh my god I’m gonna be in Vietnam tomorrow….if I’m not in a plane crash on the way.’
‘MAN I’M GOIN TO BALI! …unless someone plants drugs on me at the airport and I’m taken to an Indonesian jail for the rest of my life.’
‘I can’t wait to get home….if I even survive this.’
I know, I’m dumb. But I like, hate taking things for granted. That’s just me. I’m a pessimist and a realist (which is like, contradicting everything, because a realist would argue ‘umm duh the chances of being in a plane crash are like 1 in 200,000,00,00,000,000 so sit down and STFU), and I can never help but remind myself that nothing is guaranteed. I would probably enjoy this trip much more if I didn’t have that attitude.
Speaking of which, enjoyment. That’s the thing about the length of this trip. I was travelled out of Europe after like 3 weeks, right? My time spent in India was NEVER about seeing so much and experiencing everything. It was the opposite. Every enjoyable moment I had existed solely because I met some amazing people whom I had a great time with. Now I’m here in southeast Asia, which I honestly was more excited about than anything else, and it’s really nice and has been very easy and eye-opening, but I’m just not enjoying it as much as I feel I would if I had taken 2 weeks to do it, say 6 months from now. In other words, if Southeast Asia was its own trip, I’d LOVE EVERY SECOND of it.
Right now, I’m probably enjoying every other second. Like, the fact that I’m gonna be home in 4 days is getting me through this layover right now. And it got me through my flight. I am so fecking tired of flying. But that number…4…is a good number. And I hate that I’m concentrating so much on it, but it’s like, I’ve got. I’m travelled out. I’ve been travelled out for 6 or 7 fecking weeks. I don’t know what’s gonna happen when I get home, but I know that I won’t constantly be in transit or this sleep-deprived. That’s a good thing.
Anyway, more about Bali. Jackie scored us this AWESOME place. Like, it was better than staying at a four star hotel. She has these friends of a friend who work at the American school in Bali, and the wife, Krista is the principal and the husband, Chris, is the IT guy. They let us stay at their place, and, let’s just say that place would probably cost like…actually, I have no idea how much it would cost. But you would only find this kind of a house in a resort area, like Palm Springs or Miami or something, and yeah, it’d cost you dearly.
First of all, let’s comment on the space. The space is Asian in nature. Like, in Asia, people tend to make houses and buildings differently than we do in the west. In the US, we generally live in a house, which is one construction, and we have space (a yard) around it, right? In India and Bali and Thailand and probably everywhere else, it’s very common to find a house constructed around space (courtyard). The house might be one structure or more.
The place we stayed at was made of 4 living areas, which together made their house. There was the main structure, composed of the kitchen and living room, which overlooked an outdoor sitting area, which was the centerpiece of it all. It seems that this family tends to hang out in the outdoor sitting area more than the actual living room, which has like the plasma TV and Wii and everything. Then there is another structure with the bedrooms, and then the guesthouse. Where we stayed.
Yeah. We had our own guesthouse. It was essentially a love nest, but it’s ok because I’m totally gay.
There was also a pool, and the couple in question employs at least 2 household employees, who prepared our meals, made our bed, cleaned our room and drove us around. Yes, that all really happened. I know, way better service than at my 4 star hotel in Bangkok with the trannylady.
Aww, I miss Bangkok!
But the couple was totally chill and gave us lots of advice and were totally welcoming and it just made the stay so much better than it could have been if we had stayed at a hotel or something. The beach was like, 10-15 minutes away. OH! And get this. I saw THREE Dolce and Gabanna stores on one street, all within 5 minutes of each other.
WHAT THE HELL.
That is just not necessary. D&G needs to step off. There were also 2 Ralph Lauren boutiques within walking distance of each other too. But the prices are the same as in the US. Go figure. I bought a bunch of crap for people, and my bag is just getting out of hand. I have left behind so many articles of clothing, unnecessary toiletries, finished books, etc, but my bag is not letting up. It’s getting heavier and heavier, because of all the shit I’ve bought, so you mother effers better appreciate it all when I get back.
And my clothes are RANK. You would not believe how low my standards have become when it comes to personal hygiene. Jackie didn’t say anything, but I think she was being nice. Well, as nice as Jackie can be. Did you hear about her and Erin? OH! Back to Bali. We spent some time on the beach, we got massages, drove up a mountain, and SHIT! I got sick. Oh man, that sucked. I literally, like, got totally feckin sick and it sucked. After snorkeling in the ocean (which is AWESOME), it went away somehow, but it was a rough couple of days.
All right this is getting really uninteresting.
- Josh
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Random Thought: 32
Hi!
Ok. So I’m sitting at the Bangkok Airport…a full 11 hours before my flight leaves. I know. It’s stupid. I’m stupid. But it was either this or pay for a hotel room and not even sleep in it and then have to pay for an airport transfer at 3 AM, since the metro only runs til midnight. I mean, I guess I could have come at 11 or something, but still, who wants to ride the metro through Bangkok at 11 PM?
So, whatever. I plan on spending my (ridiculously long) evening applying for jobs and watching movies and Grey’s Anatomy. And maybe sleeping. I’ve finally mastered the art of sleeping on planes and in airports. All you need to do is just get no sleep at all leading up to it. Problem solved. OH. GET THIS. I was up at 6 today for a tour (more later), so I got like no sleep. Now I’m up all night. Then tomorrow, I have to wait for Jackie for like 6 hours at the airport. I HATE JACKIE.
Anyway, I’ve decided Thailand is awesome and that Bangkok is definitely a top 3 city in my book, along with Paris. I’m not sure what the 3rd city would be, because no city I’ve been to is as cool as either of these two. I mean, Florence had a lot of character, but it wasn’t exciting. Rome was exciting, but didn’t have as much character. Chennai sucks. Athens is kind of gross and way too hectic and crowded for my style. Prague was absolutely gorgeous, but it’s definitely not as cool as Bangkok. I do love Budapest though….so maybe that’ll be up there by default. Yes, Budapest is the #3 coolest city I’ve been too.
But I have a feeling that’ll change if I ever go to New York, London, Istanbul or Tokyo. PS. I really, really want to go to the UK. Like, if you’re going, can I come? Is that wedding thing that Jo and Caden are going to still on? If not, I’m hoping to go within the next 2 years. LETS GO. THREE WEEKS UK YOU AND ME START SAVING.
So anyway yeah. Bangkok. It’s like, I dunno, just really freaking awesome. OH OH OH OH!!! I want to talk more about gay people here. So like I said before, gay Thais are EVERYWHERE and so are transgenders. They’re out and proud and everyone’s used to it. It’s so different from India (and much of the US), it’s ridiculous. SO I went on this tour today organized by my hotel, which is a four star hotel, so it’s pretty classy and the tour was pretty pricy. We went to this palace and these ancient ruins outside the city. And we had a tour guide the entire time. He was kind of weird, and he was straight b/c he kept talking about beautiful women and how Shania Twain stole his heart (the only reason he’s even heard of Chicago is because he has Shania Twain! Live in Chicago! on DVD) and whatever. But, he kept casually talking about the Ladyboys (transgenders) and how the most beautiful women in the world are the Ladyboys and he was very proud of this part of Thai culture. This was interesting. I mean, in the US, on a tour of like, Chicago, wouldn’t it be weird if all of a sudden, your tour guide just started spouting off about the transgender community? Right. Especially if they worked for a 1st class tour agency.
But this was nothing. I get taken back to my hotel to check out, and I have an even MORE interesting encounter regarding GLBT issues in Thailand. So I didn’t write this before b/c it’s not that interesting, but one of the receptionists at my hotel is SO GAY. Like, he’s Justin Long in that one movie gay….X 10. I don’t even speak Thai, but everything about him screams GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY. Now, this doesn’t bother me, be as gay as you fucking want, I don’t care. I say, more power to ya, I hope you piss off and shock every single ignorant person out there and then some. Be yourself! But I’m just trying to stress that even though he was GAY GAY GAYGAY GAYGAYGAY, I don’t mind (and I HATE self-proclaimed ‘straight-acting’ gay guys who think they’re so much better than flamboyant gay guys. Like, guys who are so convinced they’re so straight and that guys who just act themselves ruin it for the rest of us. UGH. SO IGNORANT), so I didn’t really think too much of it, because I’m used to this in the US, but when ya think about it, a lot of American businesses probably wouldn’t really want to hire guys who are that flamboyant, ya know? Like it’s one thing for Starbucks or whatever to do so, but a 4 star hotel in Des Moines? I dunno. I mean, yeah, there are definitely some places where it wouldn’t be surprising, but others, it probably would be, right? Like if you drove up to the Sheraton and the guy who helps you has waxed eyebrows and highlights and an earring, talking like a full-on woman, it’s be surprising. Many people would find it off-putting. I know my father would, as would many straight assholes I know.
Anyway, I check out and this guy helps me and then I get into the free tuk-tuk service provided by my hotel to take me to the metro. Now the driver of my tuk-tuk is probably in his mid to late 40s, and he drives a tuk-tuk all day so he’s obviously a middle class service worker. I get in, and he goes ‘Wave bye to him!’ I’m really confused, but then I realize that he’s referencing the gay front desk worker. I reluctantly waved, because I thought he was making fun of me or something but then I was like ‘ugh this Asia, just wave.’ Because in India, you just get used to waving at everyone, so I was like whatever, it’s just a weird moment where for once, Thailand isn’t completely westernized. I off-handedly joke to myself
‘Haha….weird….maybe he likes me.’
AND THEN the guy just full-out says ‘He like you! He say you very handsome!’ Ok so put all the obvious jokes and humorous thoughts aside about this guy thinking I’m handsome. Just think about it. This is crazy, right? Would the average 40 year old hotel limo driver in the US EVER look at a client and go ‘Wave goodbye to the super-femmy desk worker! He thinks you’re hot!’ Fuck no! I feel like you could probably get fired for doing something like that, in many places. Furthermore, the fact that this 20-something kid was comfortable enough to tell everyone in the hotel that he thinks random guys are hot is also something just out of this world to me.
But it doesn’t stop there. I’m like, laughing uncomfortably, because this was really jarring, and the driver continues. ‘He’ a ladyboy! He like you! A ladyboy!’ and he wasn’t making fun of him, he wasn’t trying to get a rise out of me…he was saying it in a “This is our culture! If you come to Thailand, this is what you get! The gays are proud, we’re proud, we’re all proud together!” However, I was confused. Because like, if you’re a ladyboy, shouldn’t you be dressed as a lady? This guy acted like a woman and spoke like a woman, but he was dressed as a man and wasn’t wearing make up or anything…or so I thought…I’m really bad at telling when people are wearing make up. Honestly, if you’re a girl, and I don’t know whether you’re wearing make up, it’s not you, it’s me.
ANYWAY like, if you’re not dressed in drag, aren’t you just a gay guy? I dunno. Perhaps my tuk-tuk driver was just equating gays to transsexuals, which is something that probably happens in the US all the time among ignorant homophobes, but if so, it wasn’t in a negative way, but a positive one. Like, we’re all family here! Not ‘all those damn homoboys are the same.’ Or anything like that. But I’m pretty sure that most Thais would separate them into two very different categories, like in the west.
But yeah. I really want to learn more about this. I mean, I’ve always had an interest in GLBT issues (duh), but especially trangender issues. Like, I feel like everyone forgets about transgenders. We fight and fight for gay rights, but when do you ever hear about gender identity?? When I was a psychology major, I wanted to be a counselor or psychologist or psychiatrist or whatever (I don’t remember which is which), and I either wanted to work with people who had eating disorders, or people with gender identity issues. I would still love to do so, but obviously, I’m not gonna be a psychiatrist. Perhaps a social worker or even a volunteer?
Anyway, is it the same in other Southeast Asian countries? I read that Bali is very gay-friendly…but it doesn’t make any sense because it said it’s gay-friendly because of the religion (Hinduism)…but India’s not gay-friendly at all. India’s so not gay-friendly that many gay men just turn themselves into a 3rd gender called a Hijra and then hope to cut their dick off someday in an alley somewhere because it’s BETTER than being gay. But I guess that there are as many sects of Hinduism as there are Christianity.
ANYWAY in my little book that I bought about Bali in Bangkok for $10, it said that masculinity isn’t a big deal in Bali at all. So, there isn’t a stigma against being feminine or gay or anything that’s not what we as westerners describe as manly. And to judge another person is considered very rude, so it’s just like, engrained in the Balinese philosophy to accept people as they are. It’s actually quite common for the Balinese to experiment here and there with members of both sexes…which makes me wonder what life would be like in the US if we didn’t have the problems we do. Like, I’ve always believed that sexuality is on a spectrum. No one is 100% gay or 100% straight, and in my opinion, the term bisexual is just overkill. Like, how many women do you meet that are attracted to other women in subtle ways but probably wouldn’t ever actually have sex with a girl? Or how many men out there (like the ones you find on dating sites) are “straight” except when it comes to their dirty little secret boys on the side? I just feel like we’re all placed somewhere on this spectrum, and it’s sad we have these labels to segregate people.
And honestly, I feel like it’s all due to religion. Like, if the bible had never said the stupid shit it says about two men lying on the ground together or whatever, life would be so much easier for gays in the west. However, I guess it’s only fair to point out that gay people tend to be persecuted in almost every culture today, so if anything, it’s just another example of how the majority will almost always overpower the minority in any given situation.
So, back to Bali. Ironically, being gay (if it’s even the same label that we have in the west) is so not out of the ordinary that there are hardly any gay clubs or venues, because there isn’t the need for gays to escape and gather in solidarity. That’s interesting. It’s like, Bali is gay friendly, but it’s not a gay party scene. It’s not the place to go if you want to have sex with strangers in clubs or get crabs from a guy in a park somewhere, but it is the place to go if you just want to relax and not feel threatened, and perhaps make some good friends with similar philosophies.
All the gay stuff aside, I would love, love, love to return to Thailand someday. I could even see myself living here for an extended period of time. I don’t think I could honestly live in India for more than like 2 months (which doesn’t even count as living, does it?), especially Chennai, but I could definitely live in Thailand. I can’t even stress how easy everything is. It’s literally just like Europe, from a tourist’s point of view. Everyone told me that people are so used to tourists here, I could get anywhere in no time due to the infrastructure, but I didn’t believe them. Everyone told me it’s a modern, cosmopolitan city, but I didn’t believe them.
Everyone told me that there are more tourists than you’d ever believe, but I didn’t believe them. But it’s really true. Bangkok is exciting and beautiful and GLBT-friendly (though, the rights of GLBT individuals pale in comparison to the rights we have in the US, but the rights we have in the US aren’t too much to brag about anyway, are they?) and full of culture, yet modern. Sure, there are seedy parts…but I saw much, much worse in Amsterdam. If you want to be a gross, creepy tourist, you can definitely be one in Bangkok. If you want to be a normal tourist and steer clear of all that, it’s a piece of cake.
I probably won’t ever live here, but I DO want to come back. However, if I came back to Thailand, I don’t know if I’d return to Bangkok, because I’ve now done everything I want in the north (5 days in Bangkok + the daytrip to Ayutthaya I took today), so I’d most likely stay in the south, and just soak up all the beaches and national parks. OH MY GOD THAT SOUNDS AWESOME LETS DO IT
- Josh A
Ok. So I’m sitting at the Bangkok Airport…a full 11 hours before my flight leaves. I know. It’s stupid. I’m stupid. But it was either this or pay for a hotel room and not even sleep in it and then have to pay for an airport transfer at 3 AM, since the metro only runs til midnight. I mean, I guess I could have come at 11 or something, but still, who wants to ride the metro through Bangkok at 11 PM?
So, whatever. I plan on spending my (ridiculously long) evening applying for jobs and watching movies and Grey’s Anatomy. And maybe sleeping. I’ve finally mastered the art of sleeping on planes and in airports. All you need to do is just get no sleep at all leading up to it. Problem solved. OH. GET THIS. I was up at 6 today for a tour (more later), so I got like no sleep. Now I’m up all night. Then tomorrow, I have to wait for Jackie for like 6 hours at the airport. I HATE JACKIE.
Anyway, I’ve decided Thailand is awesome and that Bangkok is definitely a top 3 city in my book, along with Paris. I’m not sure what the 3rd city would be, because no city I’ve been to is as cool as either of these two. I mean, Florence had a lot of character, but it wasn’t exciting. Rome was exciting, but didn’t have as much character. Chennai sucks. Athens is kind of gross and way too hectic and crowded for my style. Prague was absolutely gorgeous, but it’s definitely not as cool as Bangkok. I do love Budapest though….so maybe that’ll be up there by default. Yes, Budapest is the #3 coolest city I’ve been too.
But I have a feeling that’ll change if I ever go to New York, London, Istanbul or Tokyo. PS. I really, really want to go to the UK. Like, if you’re going, can I come? Is that wedding thing that Jo and Caden are going to still on? If not, I’m hoping to go within the next 2 years. LETS GO. THREE WEEKS UK YOU AND ME START SAVING.
So anyway yeah. Bangkok. It’s like, I dunno, just really freaking awesome. OH OH OH OH!!! I want to talk more about gay people here. So like I said before, gay Thais are EVERYWHERE and so are transgenders. They’re out and proud and everyone’s used to it. It’s so different from India (and much of the US), it’s ridiculous. SO I went on this tour today organized by my hotel, which is a four star hotel, so it’s pretty classy and the tour was pretty pricy. We went to this palace and these ancient ruins outside the city. And we had a tour guide the entire time. He was kind of weird, and he was straight b/c he kept talking about beautiful women and how Shania Twain stole his heart (the only reason he’s even heard of Chicago is because he has Shania Twain! Live in Chicago! on DVD) and whatever. But, he kept casually talking about the Ladyboys (transgenders) and how the most beautiful women in the world are the Ladyboys and he was very proud of this part of Thai culture. This was interesting. I mean, in the US, on a tour of like, Chicago, wouldn’t it be weird if all of a sudden, your tour guide just started spouting off about the transgender community? Right. Especially if they worked for a 1st class tour agency.
But this was nothing. I get taken back to my hotel to check out, and I have an even MORE interesting encounter regarding GLBT issues in Thailand. So I didn’t write this before b/c it’s not that interesting, but one of the receptionists at my hotel is SO GAY. Like, he’s Justin Long in that one movie gay….X 10. I don’t even speak Thai, but everything about him screams GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY. Now, this doesn’t bother me, be as gay as you fucking want, I don’t care. I say, more power to ya, I hope you piss off and shock every single ignorant person out there and then some. Be yourself! But I’m just trying to stress that even though he was GAY GAY GAYGAY GAYGAYGAY, I don’t mind (and I HATE self-proclaimed ‘straight-acting’ gay guys who think they’re so much better than flamboyant gay guys. Like, guys who are so convinced they’re so straight and that guys who just act themselves ruin it for the rest of us. UGH. SO IGNORANT), so I didn’t really think too much of it, because I’m used to this in the US, but when ya think about it, a lot of American businesses probably wouldn’t really want to hire guys who are that flamboyant, ya know? Like it’s one thing for Starbucks or whatever to do so, but a 4 star hotel in Des Moines? I dunno. I mean, yeah, there are definitely some places where it wouldn’t be surprising, but others, it probably would be, right? Like if you drove up to the Sheraton and the guy who helps you has waxed eyebrows and highlights and an earring, talking like a full-on woman, it’s be surprising. Many people would find it off-putting. I know my father would, as would many straight assholes I know.
Anyway, I check out and this guy helps me and then I get into the free tuk-tuk service provided by my hotel to take me to the metro. Now the driver of my tuk-tuk is probably in his mid to late 40s, and he drives a tuk-tuk all day so he’s obviously a middle class service worker. I get in, and he goes ‘Wave bye to him!’ I’m really confused, but then I realize that he’s referencing the gay front desk worker. I reluctantly waved, because I thought he was making fun of me or something but then I was like ‘ugh this Asia, just wave.’ Because in India, you just get used to waving at everyone, so I was like whatever, it’s just a weird moment where for once, Thailand isn’t completely westernized. I off-handedly joke to myself
‘Haha….weird….maybe he likes me.’
AND THEN the guy just full-out says ‘He like you! He say you very handsome!’ Ok so put all the obvious jokes and humorous thoughts aside about this guy thinking I’m handsome. Just think about it. This is crazy, right? Would the average 40 year old hotel limo driver in the US EVER look at a client and go ‘Wave goodbye to the super-femmy desk worker! He thinks you’re hot!’ Fuck no! I feel like you could probably get fired for doing something like that, in many places. Furthermore, the fact that this 20-something kid was comfortable enough to tell everyone in the hotel that he thinks random guys are hot is also something just out of this world to me.
But it doesn’t stop there. I’m like, laughing uncomfortably, because this was really jarring, and the driver continues. ‘He’ a ladyboy! He like you! A ladyboy!’ and he wasn’t making fun of him, he wasn’t trying to get a rise out of me…he was saying it in a “This is our culture! If you come to Thailand, this is what you get! The gays are proud, we’re proud, we’re all proud together!” However, I was confused. Because like, if you’re a ladyboy, shouldn’t you be dressed as a lady? This guy acted like a woman and spoke like a woman, but he was dressed as a man and wasn’t wearing make up or anything…or so I thought…I’m really bad at telling when people are wearing make up. Honestly, if you’re a girl, and I don’t know whether you’re wearing make up, it’s not you, it’s me.
ANYWAY like, if you’re not dressed in drag, aren’t you just a gay guy? I dunno. Perhaps my tuk-tuk driver was just equating gays to transsexuals, which is something that probably happens in the US all the time among ignorant homophobes, but if so, it wasn’t in a negative way, but a positive one. Like, we’re all family here! Not ‘all those damn homoboys are the same.’ Or anything like that. But I’m pretty sure that most Thais would separate them into two very different categories, like in the west.
But yeah. I really want to learn more about this. I mean, I’ve always had an interest in GLBT issues (duh), but especially trangender issues. Like, I feel like everyone forgets about transgenders. We fight and fight for gay rights, but when do you ever hear about gender identity?? When I was a psychology major, I wanted to be a counselor or psychologist or psychiatrist or whatever (I don’t remember which is which), and I either wanted to work with people who had eating disorders, or people with gender identity issues. I would still love to do so, but obviously, I’m not gonna be a psychiatrist. Perhaps a social worker or even a volunteer?
Anyway, is it the same in other Southeast Asian countries? I read that Bali is very gay-friendly…but it doesn’t make any sense because it said it’s gay-friendly because of the religion (Hinduism)…but India’s not gay-friendly at all. India’s so not gay-friendly that many gay men just turn themselves into a 3rd gender called a Hijra and then hope to cut their dick off someday in an alley somewhere because it’s BETTER than being gay. But I guess that there are as many sects of Hinduism as there are Christianity.
ANYWAY in my little book that I bought about Bali in Bangkok for $10, it said that masculinity isn’t a big deal in Bali at all. So, there isn’t a stigma against being feminine or gay or anything that’s not what we as westerners describe as manly. And to judge another person is considered very rude, so it’s just like, engrained in the Balinese philosophy to accept people as they are. It’s actually quite common for the Balinese to experiment here and there with members of both sexes…which makes me wonder what life would be like in the US if we didn’t have the problems we do. Like, I’ve always believed that sexuality is on a spectrum. No one is 100% gay or 100% straight, and in my opinion, the term bisexual is just overkill. Like, how many women do you meet that are attracted to other women in subtle ways but probably wouldn’t ever actually have sex with a girl? Or how many men out there (like the ones you find on dating sites) are “straight” except when it comes to their dirty little secret boys on the side? I just feel like we’re all placed somewhere on this spectrum, and it’s sad we have these labels to segregate people.
And honestly, I feel like it’s all due to religion. Like, if the bible had never said the stupid shit it says about two men lying on the ground together or whatever, life would be so much easier for gays in the west. However, I guess it’s only fair to point out that gay people tend to be persecuted in almost every culture today, so if anything, it’s just another example of how the majority will almost always overpower the minority in any given situation.
So, back to Bali. Ironically, being gay (if it’s even the same label that we have in the west) is so not out of the ordinary that there are hardly any gay clubs or venues, because there isn’t the need for gays to escape and gather in solidarity. That’s interesting. It’s like, Bali is gay friendly, but it’s not a gay party scene. It’s not the place to go if you want to have sex with strangers in clubs or get crabs from a guy in a park somewhere, but it is the place to go if you just want to relax and not feel threatened, and perhaps make some good friends with similar philosophies.
All the gay stuff aside, I would love, love, love to return to Thailand someday. I could even see myself living here for an extended period of time. I don’t think I could honestly live in India for more than like 2 months (which doesn’t even count as living, does it?), especially Chennai, but I could definitely live in Thailand. I can’t even stress how easy everything is. It’s literally just like Europe, from a tourist’s point of view. Everyone told me that people are so used to tourists here, I could get anywhere in no time due to the infrastructure, but I didn’t believe them. Everyone told me it’s a modern, cosmopolitan city, but I didn’t believe them.
Everyone told me that there are more tourists than you’d ever believe, but I didn’t believe them. But it’s really true. Bangkok is exciting and beautiful and GLBT-friendly (though, the rights of GLBT individuals pale in comparison to the rights we have in the US, but the rights we have in the US aren’t too much to brag about anyway, are they?) and full of culture, yet modern. Sure, there are seedy parts…but I saw much, much worse in Amsterdam. If you want to be a gross, creepy tourist, you can definitely be one in Bangkok. If you want to be a normal tourist and steer clear of all that, it’s a piece of cake.
I probably won’t ever live here, but I DO want to come back. However, if I came back to Thailand, I don’t know if I’d return to Bangkok, because I’ve now done everything I want in the north (5 days in Bangkok + the daytrip to Ayutthaya I took today), so I’d most likely stay in the south, and just soak up all the beaches and national parks. OH MY GOD THAT SOUNDS AWESOME LETS DO IT
- Josh A
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Random Thought: 31
Hi,
So, I love Bangkok. I really expected to arrive and just freak out and hole up in my room, like I did in India. But, nothing could have been farther from the truth. This city is so easy to travel in, and there are SO many tourists (like, SO many. I cannot emphasize how many there are enough, so I will just say SO many one more time), it’s ridic. Plus, gay thais are EVERYWHEEEERREEEEE. This includes transgenders. There are all these boys in their skinny jeans and faux hawks, and sculpted eyebrows, saying things that I’m sure translate to ‘Miss Thang’ and ‘Honey please!’, etc. So yeah, this place is like…a world away from Chennai. Yet, also a world away from Chicago. The world is so crazy.
On a really great, this is yet another level of development I’m very glad to witness. Like, this trip wasn’t supposed to be a vacation (though, it is really). It was/is supposed to be a learning experience. So, I travelled from Eastern Europe to India and now to Southeast Asia to witness different levels of development and experience different cultures, which you don’t get if you just go to London, though I would LOVE to spend a few months in London.
But yeah, upon arrival in Chennai, I realized exactly what I had signed up for. It was just CRAZY and COMPLETELY DIFFERENT IN EVERY WAY from the US. And even though people kept telling me that Bangkok was cosmopolitan and easy and convenient, I didn’t really believe them. Lol I mean I did, because my friends aren’t liars, but I was constantly just like ‘yeah…I bet I show up and have a fuckin heart attack.’ But I didn’t because they were right and this city is often times JUST like Chicago with more Asians. It really reminds me of Athens, in that it’s gritty and has attitude, but it’s very cosmopolitan. There are cafes and tons of (clean) restaurants and ridiculously overpriced western stores everywhere (Prada, Gucci, Armani, Chanel, Louis Vuitton, etc). Also like Chicago, there are Starbucks on EVERY corner, it seems. Like, there’s one down the street from my hotel, then another across the street from that. Why do they do that?! I’ll never get that.
Chennai had these things too, but you had to look hard to find them. I think that in cities like Mumbai or Delhi, it’s probably a different story, but in Chennai, I often did not feel like I was in an ‘urban’ area. I often felt like I was in the middle of NOWHERE. Because to me, ‘urban’ means skyscrapers and expensive stores I’m not going to go into, etc etc. So, it’s definitely a good thing that I’ve discovered a different sense of the word ‘urban.’ And since, like 5 million people or something live in Chennai, it totally qualifies as urban.
And yeah, I’ve heard from a lot of people that Bangkok is dirty and gross and whatever, but honestly, I’ve only seen one shop that was pretty demure...and I remember a neighborhood in Paris that was waaay more intense and gross than that area in Bangkok. And I’m even apparently staying in an area that’s kind of jank….but you wouldn’t notice it just walking down the street during the day. It feels like Athens or somewhere Mediterranean like Barcelona or something. I mean, I haven’t been here that long, but so far, Amsterdam seems way more nasty. OH! And did I tell you that in Frankfurt, I stayed in the Red Light District?? Because I did. It was also just really funny and not weird at all.
I guess to me, it’s like, sure there are tons of feckin weirdos in this city, but there are a TON of weirdos in Iowa City too. And as long as I don’t put myself in any situation where that would be a big deal, I should be fine, and there’s no reason to describe this city as anything but AWESOME and EXCITING.
In other news, I did some sightseeing today. I went to a Penis Shrine. Like, when women want to have babies, they come to this shrine and give it some kind of Penis shaped object. It was covered in homemade penises. Then I went to a couple of museum/palace/garden/etc complexes. All was very nice. My tour guide was soooooo adorable. She got done with the tour and was like ‘Thank you very much for visiting the museum. I wish you a pleasant stay in Bangkok. I apologize for mistake because this is my first day.’
We all gave her a round of applause. So adorable.
OH! Remember how I said the people of India were soooooo nice and I went on and on? It’s nothing compared to Thailand. A tuk-tuk driver for a hotel I’m not even staying at gave me a free ride today b/c it was raining. When you order a pop, they pour it into the glass for you and everytime they see that your glass is somewhat empty, they come over and pour more of your pop into the glass. It really is ‘the Land of smiles.’
Ok that’s the end.
- Joshers
So, I love Bangkok. I really expected to arrive and just freak out and hole up in my room, like I did in India. But, nothing could have been farther from the truth. This city is so easy to travel in, and there are SO many tourists (like, SO many. I cannot emphasize how many there are enough, so I will just say SO many one more time), it’s ridic. Plus, gay thais are EVERYWHEEEERREEEEE. This includes transgenders. There are all these boys in their skinny jeans and faux hawks, and sculpted eyebrows, saying things that I’m sure translate to ‘Miss Thang’ and ‘Honey please!’, etc. So yeah, this place is like…a world away from Chennai. Yet, also a world away from Chicago. The world is so crazy.
On a really great, this is yet another level of development I’m very glad to witness. Like, this trip wasn’t supposed to be a vacation (though, it is really). It was/is supposed to be a learning experience. So, I travelled from Eastern Europe to India and now to Southeast Asia to witness different levels of development and experience different cultures, which you don’t get if you just go to London, though I would LOVE to spend a few months in London.
But yeah, upon arrival in Chennai, I realized exactly what I had signed up for. It was just CRAZY and COMPLETELY DIFFERENT IN EVERY WAY from the US. And even though people kept telling me that Bangkok was cosmopolitan and easy and convenient, I didn’t really believe them. Lol I mean I did, because my friends aren’t liars, but I was constantly just like ‘yeah…I bet I show up and have a fuckin heart attack.’ But I didn’t because they were right and this city is often times JUST like Chicago with more Asians. It really reminds me of Athens, in that it’s gritty and has attitude, but it’s very cosmopolitan. There are cafes and tons of (clean) restaurants and ridiculously overpriced western stores everywhere (Prada, Gucci, Armani, Chanel, Louis Vuitton, etc). Also like Chicago, there are Starbucks on EVERY corner, it seems. Like, there’s one down the street from my hotel, then another across the street from that. Why do they do that?! I’ll never get that.
Chennai had these things too, but you had to look hard to find them. I think that in cities like Mumbai or Delhi, it’s probably a different story, but in Chennai, I often did not feel like I was in an ‘urban’ area. I often felt like I was in the middle of NOWHERE. Because to me, ‘urban’ means skyscrapers and expensive stores I’m not going to go into, etc etc. So, it’s definitely a good thing that I’ve discovered a different sense of the word ‘urban.’ And since, like 5 million people or something live in Chennai, it totally qualifies as urban.
And yeah, I’ve heard from a lot of people that Bangkok is dirty and gross and whatever, but honestly, I’ve only seen one shop that was pretty demure...and I remember a neighborhood in Paris that was waaay more intense and gross than that area in Bangkok. And I’m even apparently staying in an area that’s kind of jank….but you wouldn’t notice it just walking down the street during the day. It feels like Athens or somewhere Mediterranean like Barcelona or something. I mean, I haven’t been here that long, but so far, Amsterdam seems way more nasty. OH! And did I tell you that in Frankfurt, I stayed in the Red Light District?? Because I did. It was also just really funny and not weird at all.
I guess to me, it’s like, sure there are tons of feckin weirdos in this city, but there are a TON of weirdos in Iowa City too. And as long as I don’t put myself in any situation where that would be a big deal, I should be fine, and there’s no reason to describe this city as anything but AWESOME and EXCITING.
In other news, I did some sightseeing today. I went to a Penis Shrine. Like, when women want to have babies, they come to this shrine and give it some kind of Penis shaped object. It was covered in homemade penises. Then I went to a couple of museum/palace/garden/etc complexes. All was very nice. My tour guide was soooooo adorable. She got done with the tour and was like ‘Thank you very much for visiting the museum. I wish you a pleasant stay in Bangkok. I apologize for mistake because this is my first day.’
We all gave her a round of applause. So adorable.
OH! Remember how I said the people of India were soooooo nice and I went on and on? It’s nothing compared to Thailand. A tuk-tuk driver for a hotel I’m not even staying at gave me a free ride today b/c it was raining. When you order a pop, they pour it into the glass for you and everytime they see that your glass is somewhat empty, they come over and pour more of your pop into the glass. It really is ‘the Land of smiles.’
Ok that’s the end.
- Joshers
Friday, October 8, 2010
Random Thought: 30
The following was written on August 7th
Holy shit.
It’s 5:44 AM and I’m in the Chennai airport. This airport fucking sucks. Like, it’s all right in that I can get out my laptop and I don’t feel like I’m gonna get jumped…but there’s nothing to do here. There’s literally like 1 duty-free shop and then a little magazine booth. There’s one teeny tiny little Snack Bar…and they were out of Pepsi. So I got a Sprite and it cost 70 rupees.
Can you imagine going to LAX or some shit and ordering a coke and then hearing the attendant say ‘that’ll be 70 bucks.’ ?? No. India is so fecked up. I am totally over this fecking country right now. LETS GO THAILAND!!!
Can you even believe I’m gonna be in Thailand by this evening? In fact, I’m probably there right now, if you’re reading this. What the feck am I doing?!?! SERIOUSLY?! AM I SERIOUSLY GOING TO BANGKOK?! Holy shit. Who am I?! I don’t have any business going to Thailand! I’m so stupid. This is all so very stupid…why did I think it was a good idea to put all of this together again?! I’m semi-worried I’m going to arrive at my hotel this evening and just instantly miss my friends and regret leaving India at all…but I am also looking forward to the possibility of pampering myself within my four star hotel for the next 5 days.
Seriously. Like, Europe was all about sight-seeing. Ya know? Like, go go go go church get on the train another church new train take the metro museum palace back to hostel up early to go to the beach then see some ruins than onto the train next town time to eat – no time more churches - another museum whooo I’m exhausted. I got over that soon enough and was ready for India. Though I knew it’d be insane, I was looking forward to staying in one place and getting comfortable and familiar for 4 weeks. I did that, but India was SOOOO exhausting and stressful and ridiculous and stupid, that, like I said in my last post, it was really work. Amazing, wonderful work. Southeast Asia is gonna be about fun and relaxation. FECK yes. I’m sleeping in every single day, and I’m never once going to take the attitude of ‘oh my gosh there’s just so much to do today’. I’m gonna eat my pad thai, get massaged, watch movies on my flat screen plasma TV/DVD player provided in my room, sit at the pool, work out at the gym and then sightsee casually. It’s gonna be aaaawwweeeesome. And I’m gonna be in and out of airports so much over the next couple weeks I NEED to rest, ya know? Time to pamper.
On the other hand…even though I’m ready to head the F out of here ASAP…I did finally get to the point where I feel like I can do whatever I want while I’m here. I finally got over the fear of leaving my room, and the fear of going places on my own. I know. I was like, 6 years old. But I’m just saying, even though I’m still very happy I chose to cut out a month from my travels and not travel all around India…I could if I wanted. So, I’m now just more confident that I’ll come back again.
Anyway, I just wanted to say hi, and I’m so damn bored…UGH these next two weeks are gonna be hell. I have 4 mile-high journeys ahead of me (including the one I will board in an hour) in the next 16 days and every single one of them includes a night spent at the airport…I’m gonna arrive at Chicago and need to be taken home with an adrenaline drip in my right arm. Like how am I gonna do this? You know Jackie’s gonna be all ‘so ya wanna get up at 7 tomorrow to explore Bali?’ and I’m gonna be all ‘Uuuuuh how about you go to hell….fine.’ Hi Jackie!
My white person count as of today at this airport has been really high. Where are all the white people going? I’m in the domestic terminal.
Oh, and hi Mark Birch! Are you still reading? If so, sorry I never responded. Shit’s crazy. But I already miss your daughter.
- Josh A
Holy shit.
It’s 5:44 AM and I’m in the Chennai airport. This airport fucking sucks. Like, it’s all right in that I can get out my laptop and I don’t feel like I’m gonna get jumped…but there’s nothing to do here. There’s literally like 1 duty-free shop and then a little magazine booth. There’s one teeny tiny little Snack Bar…and they were out of Pepsi. So I got a Sprite and it cost 70 rupees.
Can you imagine going to LAX or some shit and ordering a coke and then hearing the attendant say ‘that’ll be 70 bucks.’ ?? No. India is so fecked up. I am totally over this fecking country right now. LETS GO THAILAND!!!
Can you even believe I’m gonna be in Thailand by this evening? In fact, I’m probably there right now, if you’re reading this. What the feck am I doing?!?! SERIOUSLY?! AM I SERIOUSLY GOING TO BANGKOK?! Holy shit. Who am I?! I don’t have any business going to Thailand! I’m so stupid. This is all so very stupid…why did I think it was a good idea to put all of this together again?! I’m semi-worried I’m going to arrive at my hotel this evening and just instantly miss my friends and regret leaving India at all…but I am also looking forward to the possibility of pampering myself within my four star hotel for the next 5 days.
Seriously. Like, Europe was all about sight-seeing. Ya know? Like, go go go go church get on the train another church new train take the metro museum palace back to hostel up early to go to the beach then see some ruins than onto the train next town time to eat – no time more churches - another museum whooo I’m exhausted. I got over that soon enough and was ready for India. Though I knew it’d be insane, I was looking forward to staying in one place and getting comfortable and familiar for 4 weeks. I did that, but India was SOOOO exhausting and stressful and ridiculous and stupid, that, like I said in my last post, it was really work. Amazing, wonderful work. Southeast Asia is gonna be about fun and relaxation. FECK yes. I’m sleeping in every single day, and I’m never once going to take the attitude of ‘oh my gosh there’s just so much to do today’. I’m gonna eat my pad thai, get massaged, watch movies on my flat screen plasma TV/DVD player provided in my room, sit at the pool, work out at the gym and then sightsee casually. It’s gonna be aaaawwweeeesome. And I’m gonna be in and out of airports so much over the next couple weeks I NEED to rest, ya know? Time to pamper.
On the other hand…even though I’m ready to head the F out of here ASAP…I did finally get to the point where I feel like I can do whatever I want while I’m here. I finally got over the fear of leaving my room, and the fear of going places on my own. I know. I was like, 6 years old. But I’m just saying, even though I’m still very happy I chose to cut out a month from my travels and not travel all around India…I could if I wanted. So, I’m now just more confident that I’ll come back again.
Anyway, I just wanted to say hi, and I’m so damn bored…UGH these next two weeks are gonna be hell. I have 4 mile-high journeys ahead of me (including the one I will board in an hour) in the next 16 days and every single one of them includes a night spent at the airport…I’m gonna arrive at Chicago and need to be taken home with an adrenaline drip in my right arm. Like how am I gonna do this? You know Jackie’s gonna be all ‘so ya wanna get up at 7 tomorrow to explore Bali?’ and I’m gonna be all ‘Uuuuuh how about you go to hell….fine.’ Hi Jackie!
My white person count as of today at this airport has been really high. Where are all the white people going? I’m in the domestic terminal.
Oh, and hi Mark Birch! Are you still reading? If so, sorry I never responded. Shit’s crazy. But I already miss your daughter.
- Josh A
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