Monday, February 18, 2013

Hail to the King, Baby

Hey there. So even though this blog is nominally about teaching English, I usually post a long update about my vacation travels when I get back, because, let's face it, having the opportunity to travel around Asia is one of the big things that lures people into this job in the first place, myself being no exception. I had the bright idea this year, during my trip to Thailand and Cambodia, to write most of the posts on the road and email them to myself to save time and the effort of trying to remember all the details later. Of course I realized pretty quickly that I would rather enjoy my vacation while I was on it rather than using my vacation time to write about it, so must of what I sent to myself were rough outlines of blog updates which I fleshed out after the fact. So here it is, a recap of my trip to Thailand and Cambodia, recounted partially in the almost immediate aftermath. Enjoy!

Travel Blog Update 1 - Sat, Jan 19, 2013 at 5:43 AM KST - Incheon Airport, South Korea

It's 5:20 AM and so far the trip is going splendidly, by which I mean I'm having breakfast at McDonalds at Incheon Airport because I have insomnia and I couldn't sleep. Trying to sleep in the airport jjimjilbang (it's normal to sleep in saunas in Korea, remember?) probably didn't help matters. Two things continue to amaze me: 1) Koreans can sleep anywhere, on any surface, in any light and noise level, under any circumstances. 2) Koreans don't seem to appreciate that other people may not have this skill, like when they speak with full voice or answer their fucking phones when a roomful of people are sleeping around them fer Christ's sake. I was excited to try the Incheon jjimjilbang just for novelty's sake, if anything, and I was hoping it might be as nice as a place like Siloam Sauna near Seoul Station, which is quite swank. No such luck. It's small and cramped and, like almost all jjimjilbangs, it's a good place to sleep only if you're dead drunk. Lesson learned.

I left my town yesterday afternoon so that I could be sure to get to the airport on time, and so that I could grab Mexican at one of the best Mexican joint in Korea, Los Amigos in Itaewon. Hey, I can get Korean food anywhere, but where else am I gonna find a decent mole sauce, amirite? Of course, not long before I left, I got a call from my co-teacher, who, a bit panicked, told me that I needed to come to school and complete my Korean tax return before I leave for my vacation because it's due at the end of January. Dynamic Korea strikes again. (It's not so much that it happened that bothers me as much as the fact that it happens all the time here.) Luckily, after running to school with a Christmas stocking stuffed with receipts (it was the container closest to my kitchen table pile of unorganized receipts) I managed to pull together, compile and sign enough documents that my co-teacher should be able to finish the return while I'm away. I guess I shouldn't complain too much - I'm very lucky that I have a dedicated, caring co-teacher to help me with these things. Some girl on Facebook was complaining that her co-teacher threw the form at her - in Korean - three days before she left on her vacation and basically told her, "Good luck, have fun."

Let's hope Bangkok goes a little better than the trip to the airport to get there...

Travel Blog Update 2 - Sun, Jan 20, 2013 at 8:50 PM KST - Sairee Beach, Koh Tao, Thailand

Day one in Bangkok. I kind of knew from experience that this one would mostly be a waste. Didn't get away from the airport until 3 or 3:30, didn't leave the hotel until almost 6. Ended up gawking at Bangkok's meccas of consumerism at Siam Square. Ate a bowl of some variety of tom yam that was not so much to my liking at a mall food court while a Thai cover band played U2 and The Rolling Stones.

Tourists are everywhere here, oddly gawking at everything as the Thai residents of this wild city calmly go about their business. I've been noticing that there's a variety of Tourist quite prevalent here that I have taxonomically classified as the "Bald Pudgy Short-Haired White Guy." Common variants of this species, when not spotted alone, are the BPSHWG With Thai Girlfriend, and the BPSHWG With Thai Hooker. I think what worries me the most about these BPSHWGs, speaking as a white, somewhat pudgy gentleman who trims with a #2 guard and haven't had a full head of hair since I was about nineteen, is the nagging question: How much do I have in common with these BPSHWGs? Am I already one of them? Am I merely in denial? Am I simply avoiding fate by not browsing those "Date Sexy Thai Women" websites that pop up in internet banner ads? (To be honest, the ones that I get usually say, "Date Sexy Korean Women!" but that's easier marketed than done.) What do these guys and their Thai girlfriends do when they're not together in Thailand? Do they remain in touch? Do the guys send money? Do the girlfriends send food? I thought I was just here to dive and see a few wats, not to witness a disturbing vision of a possible personal dystopian future.

I think I might start going to the gym again when I get back...

Travel Blog Update 3 - Fri, Jan 25, 2013 at 9:13 AM KST - Kantiang Bay, Koh Lanta, Thailand

Hey there, my own email. Just finished my stint in Koh Tao and made it to Koh Lanta. Had a great time diving there, although my schedule there got a bit messed up as I seem to have failed to drink enough water and succeeded in drinking one too many G&T's on the first night, which messed up my first day of diving. Koh Lanta promises to be fun, though. Just wish I had more time to relax and explore here, since, as it stands, I've only got two days before I have to split for Siem Reap. So much to see, so little time...

One thing that surprised me about Koh Tao was how seemingly outnumbered the Thais and everyone else there seemed to be by the Westerners. I guess in most of my travels I haven't been to a lot of places that exist almost purely as tourist destinations. Even though it's difficult to meet and really get to know too many local people on a short trip like this, part of what interests me about travel is experiencing new cultures in other countries. In a place like Sairee Beach, that experience is mostly limited to the pleasantries exchanged in the midst of a commercial transaction. In fact, from what I hear, a lot of the clerks and shopkeepers here aren't even Thai, they're Burmese. You can spot the Burmese women pretty easily in the morning, as they use this special type of light-tan Burmese mud as a facial product that doesn't dry clear until later in the day. Almost all the people I've met here are white, twenty-something European tourists or white, forty-something European tourists. For Europeans, Thailand seems to be a bit like what Mexico is for Americans. The younger people come to party and the older people "just take pictures," as some scoffing younger traveler said on the night boat the other night as I was chatting with an older couple and holding my camera bag between my ankles. As a single guy in my mid-thirties, I feel like a bit of an awkward tween here - too old to go out and party every night but too young to talk about how my retirement investments are holding up. I guess I should be glad to have had the opportunity to do this trip while I still have a bit of perspective on both groups, even if I do sometimes feel a bit like the misfit in the high school lunchroom.

Originally I had planned to take a full day to travel from Koh Tao to Krabi and from there to Koh Lanta, but due to my little dehydration incident I ended up getting the night boat from Koh Tao in order to get to Koh Lanta in time for my scheduled dive. Apparently some night boats are nicer than others, but the one I was on was an interesting experience, to say the least. The assigned bed spaces are so narrow that I was worried I wouldn't be able to fit my shoulders within mine if I tried to lay my arms at my side while I slept. I hope the girl next to me wasn't too disturbed when I chatted with the guy on the other side about which one of them would scream louder if I accidentally rolled over in the middle of the night and spooned one of them. (The guy strongly insisted that he would be louder.) Luckily there was an empty bunk or two on the guy's side so we were able to spread out a few inches and not be quite so intimate. Still, it was better than the third-class ferry ride from Jeju to Busan in Korea, which is great if you like sleeping on a stiff, itchy carpet with no bedding other than a foam and vinyl brick for a pillow. I also met an interesting couple from Cincinnati on the boat ride. The husband of the couple is a landscape architect, so without much work to do in the winter they spend their winter months in Pattaya, a beach city not too far from Bangkok. Their reason for choosing Pattaya? The city's famed sex industry, indirectly. "Everything's so cheap because it's priced for the girls working there," they said. Ain't globalization grand?

I'm kind of glad I had run into this blog post about traveling from Koh Tao to Koh Lanta before I underwent the journey, because I was definitely a little less panic-prone after reading about what to expect. My trip was remarkably similar: truck to the night boat, night boat to a local taxi truck (which tore the shit out of my backpack and rain cover when they threw it on the roof), taxi truck to local Surat Thani travel agent, travel agent to bus, bus to another travel agent, truck from travel agent to a local Krabi guest house, van from the guest house to the Koh Lanta vehicle ferry (which is much more frequent than the passenger ferry, by the way), then a drop at completely the wrong end of Koh Lanta, a frantic call to the resort I had booked, a long wait for the guy who the people at the Krabi guest house had said they had called, and a free ride to the resort. Basically, after paying the travel desk at my resort in Koh Tao for the full fare, all the pieces were outsourced to outside contractors. But hey, I got to Koh Lanta in one piece. I trusted my resort in Koh Tao to value their good name so I was pretty sure I wasn't going to get ripped off or abandoned along the way, though. One stop along the way did do their best to sell accommodations in Koh Lanta to the travelers, but honestly they seemed fairly legit about it. I bought a ferry ticket back to Krabi from them and in the immediate aftermath I was suspicious that perhaps I had been shafted price-wise, but when I checked my guide book, the book quoted the exact same price that I had just paid. [The people at my resort in Koh Lanta were a little annoyed that I didn't buy the ferry ticket from them, but they still dropped me off at the passenger ferry when I needed to be there without incident.]

I try not to think of the touts pushing expensive taxis and guest houses at bus stations and ferry terminals as necessarily being out to rip off tourists; I like to think of them as trying to use better advertising to market a more poorly-positioned product at an inferior price. It aids my piece of mind regarding humanity. I mean there's nothing wrong with that, right? That's just basic capitalism. We all know there's no such thing as a perfect market with perfect information. Anyhow, if you undergo a trip like the one I made, don't necessarily accept the first offer of transportation you're given or believe everything (read: anything) that a taxi driver tells you, but try to be patient with all the secondary contractors you meet along the way. There was a couple in the waystation in Krabi who were terribly pissed off that the bus had stopped in Krabi proper to let off some girls who were traveling with a different agency, then taken them to the waystation instead of dropping them off when their final destination was Krabi. They were incensed that a cab from the waystation back to Krabi town would be the equivalent of $1.67. (Admittedly you can get a plate of noodles for not much more than that in Thailand, but I digress.) I'm fairly certain that it was probably just an issue of getting a receipt for that part of the journey for the people at the waystation, and it probably was the last link in a chain of unpleasant incidents for the couple that blew up at them, but things definitely got a bit tense before they decided in a huff to walk back to Krabi. Thai people are generally very nice, friendly and love to joke with people, but don't piss them off. If a Thai person feels like you've questioned their integrity or they've publicly lost face because of you, they may knock your ass down. And keep in mind that a few of these cats know muay thai.

Koh Lanta is a bit more peaceful and less developed than Koh Tao, but if I had known the island a little better I might have picked a different area to stay in. Kantiang Bay is beautiful and it's also the closest spot to the dive operator that I'm using, but it's quiet and almost all the way at the souther tip of the island, and Koh Lanta isn't an easy place to get around without your own wheels. [Later in the day that I wrote this, I tried to rent a scooter from the resort I was staying at to get around the island, and after a couple loops around the parking lot we agreed that it was a really bad idea for me to rent a scooter.] I had rented a bike in Koh Tao to check out a bit more of the island, but the hills (and my choice to drag around a big heavy manual camera) made it an exhausting and fairly short trip. It also took me a long time to find a place that rented decent bicycles, as most of the shops on the island that advertised "Bikes For Rent" were actually renting motorbikes or motor scooters.

By the way, as an aside, I definitely noticed while traveling that Thai people really love their king. There's pictures of him and the queen and shrines dedicated to the royals everywhere. It's a little strange to see pictures of a country's titular leader in so many different places - at least, in a country where I know they've been placed voluntarily. I hear he's a nice guy for a monarch - very much a "man of the people" type king. Probably won't run into him on this trip, though. I hear he's a photograper. I wonder what he would have to say about my Nikon FM2.

Also, today I had my first experience of walking around a corner and saying, "Holy shit! It's an elephant!" The little tyke was tied to a tree outside of a place advertising elephant treks up to a cave and some waterfalls, but when I first saw it I didn't see that it was tied to anything. Pretty shocking to suddenly see an elephant in the middle of civilization. [I asked one of the dive instructors later this day about that particular elephant trekking organization, and he had nothing good to say about the people running it or the way they treat their elephants, so I took a pass. I believe there are some better outfits running treks to the caves on Koh Lanta elsewhere on the island.]

Travel Blog Update 4 - Wed, Jan 30, 2013 at 3:02 PM KST - Chiang Mai, Thailand

I'm currently on the sleeper train from Ayuthaya to Chiang Mai so I won't actually be able to mail this until later. The sleeper trains here are definitely better than the night boat from Koh Tao was. My bottom bunk is roomy and comfortable, although it could use a reading light and an electrical outlet. The bunk was already folded down when I arrived, so I didn't get to see what it looked like before it was converted from seating to a sleeping berth. [The next morning I got the chance to see the transformation; the crew converts all the sleeping berths back into seats between 8 and 9 in the morning, and then offers the opportunity to purchase breakfast. Also, later in the morning I realized that the reading light in the bottom berths is hidden behind the head rests, which weren't folded up in my berth.]

After an excellent day of diving and a quick trip to Old Town in Koh Lanta, I hopped a ferry the next morning and spent a brief morning and afternoon in Krabi, just to check out the city. There's not all that much that's interesting to see or do in Krabi itself (other than seeing the big crab statue on the waterfront... they kind of had to, don't you think?) but there's a few nice-looking guest houses there, and they have enough tours available to nearby areas that I would guess Krabi is probably a nice jumping-off point to see other attractions in the area if resort islands aren't your thing.

From Krabi I flew to Siem Reap to start my (wait for it...) holiday in Cambodia. (You have no idea how long I've been waiting to have a chance to type that.) Even before the plane landed I could tell I wasn't in Thailand anymore. I kept waiting for my late evening flight to breach the cloud line so I could see what was below, until I realized that we were below the cloud line and there were simply no lights below. There were lights by the time we got to Siem Reap, but outside the city it was a near-complete blanket of darkness - "real country dark," as a certain cultural commentator once said. Cambodia clearly isn't nearly as bad as it was in the days of Pol Pot and the Dead Kennedys, but it is still among the poorest countries in the world by most measurements. Almost all the countries I've lived in or visited here have been advanced economies (Korea, Taiwan, Japan) or middle income (Thailand, Malaysia) so other than my trip to the Philippines almost three years ago I haven't really traveled too much in poorer countries (and even the Philippines are still a few steps ahead of Cambodia by most indexes.) Of course, when you land in a city like Siem Reap that's a tourist destination, it's not immediately evident that you've stepped away from the world of easy money and economic security. The strip of road from the airport to the Night Market is girded on both sides by hotels that cater to bus tours from East Asia - there were definitely more than a few signs in Korean along the way, of course. And of course traveling in a poor country isn't quite like the poverty porn-type images you typically see in the West when we only tend to see less-developed countries in ads for charities or movies about terrorists. People who are poor don't live every day in misery any more than rich people live every moment in ecstacy, after all. But I'm in way over my head already in this discussion so let's drop it here. Suffice to say, prices were lower and hawkers were much more insistent than in Thailand. Still, Siem Reap is definitely a nice place to visit if you have the time. Just don't believe your cabbie if he tells you that the guest houses in the area you're headed to will all be full and he knows where you can get a room for three times the standard price. Do what I did and check it out for yourself first. You'll thank me.

When I got to Pub Street in Siem Reap I was a little surprised by the level of partying going on. I mean, I had seen plenty of it in Thailand, of course, but I had no idea that the backpacker party circuit would stray this far from the beaches and into a city that's mostly known for peaceful vibes and temple-spotting. I guess once you've got a good party going there's no reason to take a break just because you can't swim. It was also kind of fun to go somewhere with tourists from places other than North America and western Europe, although I got a little tired of having to push my way past the large, mostly Korean tour groups that seemed to have a knack for always parking themselves directly in doorways and narrow passages to listen to their tour guides explain things in their native language. I hate to admit this, but I was actually a little perturbed to be around Koreans again while touring Angkor Wat. I mean, don't get me wrong, after three years living here Koreans are like family to me, but on the other hand, while I love my family very dearly there's times when I really don't want to be around them - especially when I'm on vacation trying to get away from them for a little while. But really, Koreans, no offence meant. Just try to be wary of standing and mobbing where people want to walk when you're traveling, please. I suppose the language barrier probably makes it difficult for most Koreans to travel in anything but those large bus groups, and Koreans aren't known for being the most travel-savvy or interested in experiencing the local culture. (Pack your ramen and soju, everyone!) Then again, maybe some of the huddling together and fear of foreigners is justified - at lunch, my tuk-tuk driver (who was awesome, by the way - one of the most experienced in Siem Reap, had a lot of great stories) claimed that some tuk-tuk drivers, if they get a Korean passenger, will just take them out in the jungle, rob them and kill them. I didn't always undestand him very clearly with his accent, and I'm not sure to what extent he may have been exaggerating, but it was still a pretty chilling story.

Angkor Wat and the surrounding temples were fantastic. I wish I could have spent a lot more time in Cambodia, actually - much more than the one night and one day I had squeezed into my schedule. Some friends visited the country about a year ago and had nothing bad to say about it, and I was really grateful to get a little bit off the beaten track for a day or two after being on resort islands for a whole week. Maybe some day I'll have to come back and do the whole Burma/Thailand/Cambodia/Vietnam/Laos circuit. One can hope.

Having returned to Bangkok. I almost decided to cancel my second day touring the city and book another night in the hotel to get some rest because the cough and cold I had started to develop in Koh Lanta were getting worse. (The guidebook had warned me that I would probably get sick at some point in the trip just because of the unfamiliar pathogens - I guess I should be glad it wasn't anything worse than a cough. I'm also glad I schedule all my diving for the first week of my trip - you're not supposed to dive if you're congested or taking cold medication.) Instead I delayed my start by an hour or so until a drug store opened, scored some Thai Robitussin (which is the same as regular Robitussin, by the way) and soldiered on. It was worth it. The Grand Palace, Wat Phra Kaew (Temple of the Emerald Buddha) and Wat Pho (Temple of the Reclining Buddha) in Bangkok are - and I do not use this word lightly - un-fucking-believeable. The grandeur of the place is helped by the fact that Thais have a serious fetish for gold and no qualms against overkill. You'll notice in most Thai temples that there's not just one golden Buddha, there's usually a scrum of them, varying in size and splendor, all gathered on the same altar. I'm guessing the Thai Buddhist tradition of "merit-making," or donating to a temple in order to make up for past sins and shortcomings, probably contributes highly to the amount of bling you'll see in a popular Thai temple. Also, the teak- and gold-exporting days of Siam must have been heady days indeed. Color me impressed.

The rest of Bangkok would have to wait for another day. Around dinner time I hopped onto a commuter train and headed for Ayuthaya, the former Siamese capital prior to Bangkok. Today, it's mostly a far-flung semi-industrial suburb of Bangkok, and the palaces and temples there mostly fell into ruin after the capital was abandoned. [Had I known what whould happen later in the week (ooh, foreshadowing!) I might have skipped it to make time for Sukothai, but at least Ayuthaya was on the train line, which made traveling there a little easier.] I stayed in the small but friendly guest house district at one of those incredibly welcoming guest houses with no amenities and three generations living under one roof that just make you glad to be alive and traveling, and spent the next day touring the town by bicycle. I did get lost a couple times despite having a map, possibly because the red brick remains of the stupas and chedi in Ayuthaya can all start to look a bit the same after a while. Apparently I got turned around in my travels and somehow missed the best preserved temple, on the other side of the river that surrounds historic Ayuthaya. But all in all it was still a nice day.

Alright, so, as soon as this train arrives in Chiang Mai (likely at least an hour behind schedule) I need to find a place to drop my pack today and sleep tonight, a place to get my laundry done and a place to buy film. I'm not too worried about the former two but the latter quest may prove difficult. Hopefully Chiang Mai University still has a photo program that's shooting on silver. Wish me luck.

Travel Blog Update 5 - Weeks later - My desk at school

I got to Chiang Mai and discovered numerous really nice-looking guest houses, some of which were in traditional Thai-style teak houses, and all of which were booked full. The hotel/guest house were I stayed (I say "hotel" because it was built and operated like one and "guest house" because that was closer to the price and the quality of the service and amenities) was decent and the price wasn't too bad (I mean who am I kidding, compared to American or Korean prices it was a steal) but I would have tried to book something in advance with a little more character if I had known what I was doing. The night train from Ayuthaya, which was supposed to arrive around 9 AM, ended up rolling into town some time closer to noon, so I only had about a half day to explore the center of the old city, and after returning to my hotel/guest house I realized that I had missed half the highlighted spots listed in my guide book. I also realized at this point that my original plan - to leave Chiang Mai the next day in time to take a six-hour bus ride to Sukothai and still find accomodation somewhere - would basically wipe out any chance I had of seeing the sights in Chiang Mai or enjoying any of the special attractions offered there, like an elephant trek. There was a short mental debate, and the verdict was that Sukothai would be dropped from the itinerary in favor of an extra full day in Chiang Mai. I have no real regrets, considering how much I enjoyed Chiang Mai, but some colleagues of mine here had really talked up the marvels of Sukothai, another former Thai capital, and I likely would have skipped Ayuthaya for Sukothai if I had known how things were going to go down. Kind of unbelievable that, after more or less planning the trip for a year whenever I had deskwarming time at school, I somehow never figured out that the travel time from Chiang Mai to Sukothai would only give me two half days in Chiang Mai the way I had it scheduled. Oh well, hindsight is 20-20 I guess. I'll see it next time. (If there's a next time...)

By the way, I had no trouble finding a photo shop to develop and scan my film. 35mm lives on, brothers and sisters!

I chose Patara Elephant Farm to do my elephant trek. It was a bit expensive, but they were written up in the Lonely Planet guide as treating their elephants well while also allowing people to interact with the elephants and ride them, and I definitely wanted both out of my Chiang Mai elephant experience. When we started our day at Patara, one of the owners made it clear to us that while the elephant farm doesn't operate in strict term as a sanctuary for injured and abused elephants - and while he didn't want us to go home thinking that every other elephant show in Thailand is abusing their elephants - they work extra hard to keep their elephants healthy, treat them humanely and not train them to do silly things like kicking footballs or walking on their hind legs. Elephants in Thailand were used for hundreds or thousands of years as beasts of burden, but with the end of logging in Thailand and the advent of heavy machinery, more and more domesticated elephants ended up in those elephant shows with the football kicking, or simply going begging on the streets in Bangkok. (I never actually saw anyone begging with an elephant in Bangkok, but my guide book had a big story about it. It's possible that those days have ended.) So strictly speaking there's nothing unnatural or abusive about riding a trained, domesticated elephant. Patara does work to rescue some elephants from situations where the owners can no longer take care of them properly, but their main focus seems to be caring for their elephants in captivity and breeding them to preserve the species, which they've been quite successful in doing so far.

So what's it like riding an elephant? Awesome. Totally awesome. And a little scary. Kind of tough on the thighs as well. Just being around these giant eating and pooping machines up close is awesome. There's nothing quite like the feeling of being perched on an elephant's shoulders, looking down at a small ravine or path edge that's suddenly an extra six or eight feet farther below and thinking to yourself, "I really hope this guy is more nimble-footed than I would be with someone riding on my shoulders." We spent the morning learning how to do some basic care for the elephants and some basic mahoot (elephant trainer) commands, then we rode the elephants up a nearby forested hill, had lunch and rode them back down again. Lunch was a mostly vegetarian affair, and when we finished eating the elephants happily gobbled up the leftovers. After that it was time for a quick bath in a nearby river (for the elephants, not us), then a visit to another area where two of the baby elephants live. Let me tell you, nothing is cuter than a baby elephant, especially when it won't stop head-butting your guide. When I got the complimentary DVD of photos at the end of the trek and checked them out at home later, I couldn't help but marvel at the wide, completely non-ironical grin I had on my face in almost all of them. Awesome.

I spent my last day in Chiang Mai visiting Wat Suthep, which was duly impressive, and catching a bunch of the sites I had missed on day one when my guidebook was back at the hotel/guest house. By mid-afternoon I was feeling the effects of all the walking and days of travel, not to mention the residual effects of the cough and cold, and looking for something quiet to kill a few hours. That's when I recalled the Chiang Mai Women's Prison massage school. The Chiang Mai Women's Prison in downtown Chiang Mai is now closed, but they still maintain a cafe and massage school across the street from their former home to facilitate training some of the prisoners in careers other than whatever landed them in prison. And seriously, who doesn't want to say they got a Thai massage in a women's prison? No funny stuff at this place, obviously, but I was a little surprised by how much climbing on the table and wrestling with various limbs is involved in a Thai massage. I was tempted to ask one of the masseuses what they were in for ("Me? Prostitution in a massage parlor." "What about her?" "I killed a fucking tourist!") but I resisted the urge. It was a good story and quite a nice massage regardless, and it really helped out those spots where I had been clinging to an elephant's shoulders with my thighs the day before.

The last day, after an overnight ride on a fairly posh double-decker bus, I checked out a few last sites in Bangkok - the American silk trader Jim Thompson's house, the famed Wat Saket "Golden Mount" temple, and some sites around Bangkok's Chinatown district - before gathering my bags from the hotel and heading back to the airport. I can't tell you how much I would have loved to spend a month - or three months, or half a year - exploring more of Thailand, Cambodia and the rest of Southeast Asia. I have to admit that the thoughts of trying to find an English teaching job somewhere around one of the islands in the peninsula, or sticking around and trying to get trained as a scuba divemaster, or finding a job that would allow me to phone in my work to the US or Korea from Bangkok, were - are - all very tempting. As is usual for me on these vacations, I was feeling a bit bilulous regarding my imminent return to boring-old, stodgy, no-fun, elephant-free Korea while boarding the plane, but of course any place that you're just visiting is always more exotic and fun than the place you're returning to to go back to work. Hell, when I lived in LA even Buffalo looked a little bit nicer from afar at times.

In any case, I'd say this was the trip of a lifetime but I really hope this isn't my last opportunity to travel in Asia. It's a remarkable region and an exciting place to be, especially these days. On a train platform in Bangkok I briefly ran into an older couple from the United States. I mentioned that I was working in Korea but heading back to the United States, and they immediately implored, "Don't do it." It does seem a little hard to settle for the cold winters and increased expense of the world outside Thailand after being there for just a couple of weeks. Sometimes I play with the idea of coming back to Thailand (or somewhere else in Southeast Asia - Cambodia, Vietnam, or maybe the Philippines) in the distant future when I'm old enough to retire and looking for somewhere that I can stretch my money a little further and maybe even do some good by volunteering while I'm at it. But who knows, by the time I'm ready to retire, perhaps all those countries will be rich and in no need of the generosity of foreigners. Or they might all be underwater. That would suck. Either way, it was an amazing trip and I hope I can find a way to come back in the future. Not sure how that's gonna happen, given the student loans and the residency in a country with no mandatory vacation for workers. Oh well. Maybe it's time to start exploring the rest of the Western Hemisphere. I hear there's some good diving in Belize and Honduras...

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