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My Top 5 Travel Regrets

There’s no other way to put it.  I love my life now and have no intention of giving it up anytime in the foreseeable future, and it will only get better come October.  Still, there are certainly some things I wish had done a little differently at some point or another.  So, building off of this week’s Weekly Reblog, I’ve also compiled my own list of regrets.  Honestly, It was a little more difficult than I would have figured.  That said, that aren’t necessarily specific instances.

 

Not starting earlier.

With my friend Jason before embarking on an ill-conceived backpacking trip at 18.

With my friend Jason before embarking on an ill-conceived backpacking trip at 18.

Back when I was 18, after reading a whole slew of travelogues and buying the backpack I still use today, I was ready to put off college for a little while and try my hand at globetrotting.  Unfortunately, this was entirely unrealistic.  While I’m sure I could have adapted to it just fine, I had little to no financial resources after working at jobs like Subway for the last 2 years.

Still there were a few time times, particularly after a summer working on Mackinac Island, where I could have taken off into the blue and started an indefinite life abroad.  But those never panned out. Different perceived obligations or comfort levels or relationships stopped me from moving on into what my life is now.

 

Not getting into my Wanderbird crewing experience.

Spring of 2011, after ending one of those relationships, much in part so I could move on, I found myself onboard a ship in the Caribbean called the Wanderbird.  This would have been an amazing opportunity for exploration.  We’d be spending the next 5 months working up the North Atlantic coast into remote landscape, towns, and eventually into the Arctic Circle.

Unfortunately, it just didn’t click with me.  The work and the isolation onboard the boat during the month I was aboard was enough for me to decide to jump ship when we arrived in Massachusetts.  After spending years watching freighters running through the Great Lakes and the frigid seclusion of an Upper Peninsula Michigan winter, I was more into the idea of the unbound life on the seas than I was in tune with the reality.

Aboard the Wanderbird along the foggy Massachusetts coast before I left.

Aboard the Wanderbird along the foggy Massachusetts coast before I left.

Still, in the process of leaving, I was giving up the chance to see many places that I may not get to see again for a very long time, if ever.

 

Missing out on things due to lack of time or research.

I don’t make plans and rarely make reservations.  I prefer to just arrive somewhere, find out what’s around, and go from there. Often, this is fun just because you get to test your resourcefulness.  I rarely know too much about a place unless there is something I came there specifically for.  This occasionally means that I’ll miss something and find out about it later, like when I arrived in Surin for the Elephant Round Up festival, I hadn’t studied the schedule close enough and ended up sleeping through one of the main events because I thought it would be in the evening rather than a morning.

Another reason I can often miss out on certain things is because of time constraints.  The unfortunate truth is that you simply can’t do everything you want to when travelling, often because of time rather than money.  You can prepare all you want to go to a place, do all the research possible, and find that there’s just too much to do in the short time you might have there.

Arriving in Penang at night.

Arriving in Penang at night.

These both seemed to culminate in Penang, Malaysia.  I went there as an afterthought following the ruins of Lembah Bujang, only knowing that it was a popular backpacker destination.  Upon arriving, I was blown away by the city’s cultural mix and found out there was so much more on the island.  Unfortunately, I only had one night to spend there, as I had a schedule to keep moving south.  Still disappointed by that.

 

Spending way too much when I first came to Thailand.

Budget travel is something that took me a long time through trial and error.  Of course, I always had the staples of cheap accommodation and food.  But, actually honing your spending habits to minimize unnecessary expenditures really takes some work.

I arrived in Thailand in November 2011 with about US$6000.  In my first month of unrestrained travel, I spent about $2000.  Of course a decent chunk of that was bills back home and money lost by accident or misfortunate online reservations.  The rest was my untrained spending habits: new activities, extra meals, and nightlife.  A lot of nightlife.

That said, I had a fantastic time in that month and it was a great way to usher in my new life.  But, it wasn’t a good way to set myself up for long-term life abroad.

 

Not putting more effort into learning language.

Be interesting to know how to read, no?

Be interesting to know how to read, no?

I’ve been living in Thailand for a year and a half and I’m sorely lacking in any Thai conversational skills.  I know a handful of rudimentary phrases; enough to get by when buying things or going places.  Granted there was a point in spring of 2012 where I actually made quite an effort; daily language software and vocabulary cards, but that wore off after a couple months.  It’s a little saddening.

But, the unfortunate truth is that Thai, and most languages, are quite useless outside of their home country.  Unlike many foreigners who come here, I don’t intend on staying in Thailand for the rest of my life. Instead I’ve been focusing on reviewing my Spanish and re-learning Arabic from scratch.  Unlike Thai, I’m hoping these, being major world languages, will help me out a lot more when travelling in the future.

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Weeky Reblog #10: Destination: Unknown

Destination: Unknown | Virgo Confessions

“I just want to go home. I want a place where I can call my home, but somehow after traveling the world and living on my own for so long, I’ve realized that I have lost that one place that I call home. I don’t even know what that place is anymore . . .”
- Daryl Tan, Virgo Confessions

It was strange to me to read this post.  Well, maybe not strange, but a bit of a removed concept.  Those lines written by the author; “I just want to go home. I want a place where I can call my home . . .” I can’t say that I have ever experienced that sort of realized reaction before.

Granted I’ve had fleeting moments of nostalgia throughout my travels.   A restaurant I find myself craving.  A friend I suddenly miss the company of.  The cat I’d known for 10 years purring next to me.  A place to know I could stay for an indefinite time when I am feeling irreconcilably miserable.  But those never seem to last.

I’ve never wanted to be “home.”  Settling down someplace may cross my mind occasionally.  Vancouver and Boston have always held special spots in my mind as a place of potential permanence.  But they are not where I am from, much less a home.

But then, what is home?  Is it simply the place you happen to be from?  Is it where you choose to be?  Is it where you end up?  Is it just a building?  The inconsistencies of language don’t necessarily seem adequate for a task like this.

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Weekly Reblog #7: Hobo Code of Ethics

Hobo Code of Ethics | The Struggling Writer

Today’s Myths, folklore & symbolism post over at Julie K. Rose’s blog featured a symbol from the “US system of hobo signs”. I had no idea there was such a system, so I had to do some research over at wikipedia. What I found was very interesting.

- Paul Liadis, The Struggling Writer

These rules, established by what were essentially homeless migrants in 1889, mark rules that many international travellers still live by.  Though they my be entirely unspoken, or occasionally posted in part at hostels, this Hobo Code embodies the spirit of what became the Hippie Trail in the 1960′s, the Banana-Pancake Trail in the 1990′s. and a great part of the credo of modern vagabonds and unbound.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Mine

So that big blue thing under my feet? It’s my travel backpack and it (along with my Macbook and maybe my first iPhone) is one of the best purchases I think I have ever made.

Sure, it may have sat in my closet for a few years at a time after my first backpacking trip through Greece at 18. But, it’s been an invaluable tool anytime I have gone somewhere in the last – well, almost close to a decade since I got it. In between, I’ve used it for packing clothes for temporary living on Mackinac Island or New Orleans. But, it wasn’t until these past two years that I have actively been toting this thing around with me everywhere again.

In one of my favorite series of backpacker travelogues, the author, David Childress, takes to calling his large green backpack his “bag of tricks”. However, being the sci-fi nerd that I am, and playing on its blueness and seeming dimensionally transendental-ness, I relate this bag more toward the TARDIS of Doctor Who; or in the words of the show, “It’s bigger on the inside” This big blue bag has always comfortably carried everything that I need.

For a complete index of my usual long-term gear: check it out here.

The pack itself is an Eastern Mountain Sports Summit 5500, a 90-litre bag, which according to its stats is:
• Ideal for extended backpacking trips like the Appalachian and Pacific Crest trails
• Made from abrasion-resistant, high-density 420-denier nylon ripstop
• Reinforced with 1,000-denier Kodra® nylon on the bottom (I have no idea what that means, but I appreciate its effects)
• Fully adjustable suspension with shoulder straps that pivot into place
• Front-panel access through the front pocket and through the sleeping-bag compartment
• Hydration sleeve and port
• Two large water-bottle pockets with integrated ski slots
• Axe and trekking pole loops

The lid also becomes an immensely handy dandy daypack. And the entire bag can make a convenient footrest.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Solitary

‘In Monochrome Dream’

The things we do out of boredom.  It’s why this picture was taken.  It’s a part of why I began this blog.  And it’s why I ended up on the other side of the world.

In the issuance of the challenge, Cheri Lucas says that a solitary photo can evoke “reflective, mysterious, or even sad” emotions.  Unlike most of the photos for this theme I have seen posted, I feel solitary can be and is usually quite a positive idea.

I travel alone.  I just like it better that way most of the time.  Subject only to my own whims and whatever environment I may find myself in.  The people you meet in passing may or may not make good temporary companions.  It’s the best way get swept away into the currents of the world.

This photo is a reminder of a different kind of solitary to me.   Taken, as I said, out of boredom, when I was living through a frigid winter in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula two years ago.  It was an interesting time.  I had finished a seasonal job on Mackinac Island and was living off of what I had saved.  I was in a happy relationship.  However everything else in my life was stifled.  I had all the time and means to do anything I wanted to.  But instead, I stayed where I was.

This is a reminder of a kind of solitary that I don’t want to go back to and of what catapulted me into the amazing life I lead now.  My new solitary is well on the way to what I have always wanted and I have no intention of giving it up anytime soon.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Free Spirit

Adventures Unlimited – A haven of explorers, wayfarers, and esotericists at the crossroads of nowhere.

Amidst the perpetual grass flatlands and unmarked, unused roads crisscrossing central Illinois stands the unremarkable town of Kempton.  The blue grain silos are the largest structures for miles in any direction.  Its population is lucky to scratch 200 people.

What could be free-spirited here?  At the corner of Main St. and 1st St. ( . . . yup) is a small brick building outside of which stands a miniature replica of an Easter Island moai.  This marks the entrance to the World Explorers Club and its bookstore, Adventures Unlimited.

Founded in 1991 by author David Hatcher Childress after his near decade-long expeditions around the world, this out of the way town became the headquarters of his publishing company.  It now plays host to a fascinating bookstore, which ranges from miscellaneous travel and archaeology to more unusual topics of speculative history, conspiracy theories, and the paranormal.

However, it was Childress’ earliest books that fascinated me.  By accident one time in a used bookstore in East Grand Rapids, Michigan, I came across Lost Cities of Atlantis, Ancient Europe, and the Mediterranean.  This was an entertainingly written archaeological travelogue that detailed one of his later voyages through sites in Europe.

But it was not until I subsequently read his book, Lost Cities of China, Central Asia, & India that I became hooked on this sort of story. Its more remote locations and far foreign cultures all while he was only 19 intrigued me and strongly fueled my desire for travel, history, and what has essentially become my life now.

I have been to Kempton three times, each with the hope of meeting Childress.  However, as remote and elusive as Kempton is to find, he proved even more so.  The first time, he was confined in quarantine to his home under suspicion of returning from Asia with SARS.  The next time I had missed him by only a matter of hours, as he was flying out of Chicago to New Zealand to film a special for NBC, though I did have a conversation with his wife.  The third time, the entire shop was simply and inconveniently shut down on a Saturday.  So are the plights of the unbound.

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Annoying Things in Thailand

So it’s not all tropical beaches and mountaintop temples.  Just mostly.

Of course every place on Earth has its downsides.  These are the ones I’ve really taken note of since being in Thailand.

My Top Three

Water

This is the big one. No one drinks tap water here. Not foreigners and not locals. Bottled water is cheap, about $.40 per bottle, but it becomes immensely inconvenient after a while to have to go to 7-Eleven every time you want a simple drink.

Machine outside my apartment I have to get water from.

The reason for this is not the polluted water, as you might first think by walking by any of Bangkok’s canals, but apparently the plumbing system.  The water itself is treated well enough before being pumped out into the city water systems, but the pipes introduce harmful elements to the water as it passes through.  This makes the water fine to wash with, shower with, or even brush teeth with, but not to ingest.

One saving grace is the filtered water dispensers.  Usually using reverse osmosis filtration, these dispensers are very common around residential areas and will fill up a regular water bottle for 1 baht, a large for 2 baht.  Often you will see people come to these with 10 or so large bottles at a time, fill them up, and then take them home.

Sidewalks

These are a conundrum. Every Thai town/city I have been to has a very developed street and sidewalk system. Problem is, they are hardly navigable.  You always have to watch your footing because they are cracked, unleveled, and constantly changing.

On top of that, they are crowded. The best maintained sidewalks are those dotted with trees and natural decor. Unfortunately, these also take up the majority of the walking and head space on the sidewalks.  Also, motorbikes and scooters, by far the most prevalent form of transportation here, all park in the free space in the sidewalk giving the good, flat, and walkable areas yet another obstacle.

Then there are the vendors.  In some places, street vendors will not only take up the entire sidewalk, but also a good portion of each side of the road.  Granted, this is harder to do in busier street of Bangkok and other cities, but this only means they force their way into every square centimeter of free sidewalk space, often leaving little to no room to walk though them.

And if someone decides to stop and look at something, the entire flow of pedestrians both ways stop with that person.

Toilets

Squat toilets to be specific. While not as common in more developed areas, they are still around. The plain truth is I still don’t know how to correctly operate them. There are ridged footholds on each side of what looks like a toilet seat.  DON’T SIT ON THEM.  After dropping your trousers, man or woman, you place you feet on these, squat down, and hope you aimed correctly.

Squat toilet.

To flush, a large bucket of water sits next to the squat toilet.  Floating inside will be a plastic bowl about the size of a dog dish.  This will always be soaked on all surfaces.  You must scoop water into this dish and then dump it into the squat toilet as many times as is necessary to wash away all the waste matter.

Afterward, you have the option of toilet paper or the universally provided “bum gun” contraption which looks like a kitchen sink sprayer.  This is where it gets uncomfortable for me, and the couple times I have tried, I ended up just using toilet paper if it was provided.

However, because of Thailand’s history with squat toilets, which don’t flush, you cannot use toilet paper in squat or most modern Western toilets.  The reason for this is that the sewer and pipe system cannot handle this extra material.  Thusly, all the loos in Thailand come equipped with a small wastebasket for disposal of fecal-encrusted sheets of paper.

How often these are emptied or cleaned varies greatly.

Dishonorable Mentions

“Those” White Guys.

They are everywhere. Sex tourists or ‘Sexpats’.  We all know why they’re here, and most of them don’t do a thing to hide that fact.  Not exclusively, but usually they are older white men.  Commonly they are with much younger (or what appear to be, I haven’t mastered placing age here yet) Thai girls. I have run into more old men in the country than any other non-Thais, whether younger travellers or women.

‘Those’ guys.

They vary in nationality: American, Canadian, European, Australian.  You see them all the time on the street; even outside of Bangkok, and so much more in Chiang Mai, center of the farangs.  Thankfully I haven’t made it to Pattaya yet, a city notorious for its nightlife and its sex tourist underworld.

They walk around like high school couples holding hands with one of two looks on their face: either they are completely content and don’t care or they are nervous and shifty looking, asking the eyes upon them for approval.

I am often asked if I have a Thai girlfriend or wife (by Thais and foreigners) and I still get a look of genuine surprise when I respond, “no.”  Nothing against the idea of dating a Thai woman, but I don’t like the idea of hardly being able to communicate, as is the case with many of the ‘couples’ I have observed.

The Smell

Thailand has an odor to it.  The oddest part is that it will pop up at random, even if it looks like there is nothing nearby giving it off, but certainly isn’t everywhere.  It’s pungent, but difficult to describe.  However, you will know it when you smell it.

Pollution

Different from, but likely related to, “The Smell.”

Thai people seem to use their entire country as a rubbish bin.  And conversely, they have so few actual garbage containers anywhere.

An empty lot next to the brand new Sky Train is completely filled with garbage.

A prime example of this can be seen when walking over any of the hundreds of canals in Bangkok.  More than likely there will be a scum patch with dozens of pieces of trash floating in it.  Penetrating and emanating from this will be an abysmal stench, which is still different from “The Smell.”

I first really took notice of this my first week in Bangkok when I had a Fanta can I had bought at on of the millions of 7-11s in the city, and could not find a place to throw it away for over 45 minutes, despite the fact I walked at least a couple kilometers of city streets in that time.  During this time, I noticed all the trash everywhere in lieu of actual ways to dispose of it.  In Silom, one canal that was drier had many trash piles higher than the water level.

Another showing of how quickly it could happen appeared on a brand new raised crosswalk near my apartment.  Within a week of it opening, the stairs were littered with a solid layer of paper trash and plastic bags at least 4-5 inches from each side.

Plastic Bags

What does a plastic bag come with?  What doesn’t it come with?  Is it already a plastic bag?  Well then let me bag it and put that into another plastic bag.

Thais will wrap anything in any amount of plastic bags.  Drinks are oftentimes served by pouring ice into a bag and then pouring in the drink from a bottle or a can, and then sticking a straw into the bag.

I could go on and on about all the ways they overuse this, but the point is that it results in plastic bags making a good deal amount of the litter on the streets and elsewhere.

Add to that a culture who subsists on drinking water from plastic bottles, and that is a ridiculous amount of plastic waste.

Toilet Paper

Or rather “Sanitary Napkins” as it is called in Thailand.  These handy little sheets are used for everything from wiping your bum to wiping your mouth, and all in between.

Thailand doesn’t seem to use paper towels and napkins in the same way western countries do.  Instead, you will find toilet paper or sanitary napkins.

Some examples:

  • You finish at the toilet – a roll of sanitary napkins is hanging next to you
  • You wash your hands – a roll of sanitary napkins is on the wall to dry your hands
  • You sit at a restaurant table – a roll of sanitary napkins is on the table to cleanse your lips and hands
  • You sneeze at your desk – a roll of sanitary napkins is conveniently there as well

And you get the idea.

Granted, it’s a handy invention and I always travel with a roll in my backpack.  However, when drying your hands or your face, toilet paper tears and sticks and you just end up having to go back to the sink to wash off those pieces again.

Elevators

Okay, so not the elevators in particular, but Thai behavior in and around elevators.

Inside elevators, Thai riders will maniacally push the door open or door close button in some feeble attempt to get the door open earlier than when it arrives on its floor.  If it didn’t open the first time you pushed it, it isn’t going to open any faster than next dozen times.

When the door opens, you will be rushed by a barrage of anyone waiting to get in the elevator.  In some odd coincidence of temporal perception, this seems to happen faster than you, or anyone else already in the elevator, can even attempt to get out on that floor.  More an a few times, this has caused me to miss my floor simply because I couldn’t get through the influx in time.

Soi Dogs

Thailand has got a horrendous problem with stray dogs.  Oftentimes they are friendly enough, though mostly passive.  However, many look diseased with odd skin afflictions sticking through large patches of missing fur.  And still others, you wonder how or even if they are still alive.

“Hank” as a coworker named him is a nice dog but suffers from a lot of problems.

The common sight of soi dog females in feeding mode shows just how often and uncontrolled their breeding really is.  Despite this, they rarely stay in families and you hardly ever see more than 2 soi dogs together for much time.

All that said, there are times when they can get out of hand.  Whether fighting each other or turning their attention toward you, they can be intimidating.  I’ve heard this is especially bad from friends of mine who go jogging, as these sorts of dogs will take up the challenge of a good chase (or hunt).

The best way to deal with these intimidating dogs is to be just as intimidating yourself.  When followed by a dog who is growling or barking, I find it’s best to turn around and take a couple steps toward it while shouting “Hey!” loudly.  It hasn’t not worked yet.

Power Lines

A mess of power lines in Sukhothai.

Electric lines throughout the country are a rough and tangled mess.  Oftentimes they look very loosely bound together by something similar to electrical tape and they will by hanging so low that they are closer to the sidewalk than your head.

In Lopburi, there were several lines regularly sparking out and hanging next to the second floor of a building in the middle of town.

But where they really get annoying, though, is that these ungracious eyesores will completely obscure an otherwise idyllic photograph of a wat or ruins or that mountain bursting out of the flattened horizon with their ratty black tangles.

A nice view ruined by power lines.

Whistles

Thai people don’t whistle.  In fact, I was told directly that I wasn’t to whistle whilst I work.  I’m not sure if it’s considered rude in the culture or what, but the short of it is: no whistling happens in Thailand.

But, give a Thai person a plastic whistle and they go mad.  Nowhere is this more apparent than someone attempting to direct traffic.  They will be blowing into that little flimsy contraption with every bit of breath in their lungs while swinging their arms in frantic motions that do not align with their noise in the slightest.

How they stand that high pitched squealing is beyond me.

Barkers and Prostitutes

A well-imitated “POP” meant to mimic a ping-pong ball coming out of . . . well . . . mimicking a ping-pong ball, comes from the lips of a man on some side of you.  You look to see what this onomatopoeia was, only to give this man the in he needs to approach you with his laminated postcard advertising something.

I’ve complained about barkers plenty of times before.  Those unrelenting irritations who follow you trying any trick or deal they can to get you into their bar or sex show.  The methods diffuse out away from the bars in the form of suit tailors, tuk-tuk drivers, massage parlours and others.

About that time on Khao San.

These others also include prostitutes.  In the later hours of Khao San Road and other areas of the country, they will arbitrarily approach men walking by, usually grabbing an arm with both hands and attempting to initiate a conversation with “You like?” or “I come with you?”

Sometimes it takes a good pull to get your arm back.  And, even with a “Mai ao, khrap” (I don’t want) or “No thanks”, many will continue walking alongside you, deciding unilaterally, “Okay, I come with you.”  That is, until you make the point even clearer or just walk away quicker.

This also occurs in a style of nightlife called hostess bars.  Some, but far from all, of these venues will have a staff of female barkers trying to lure men in from the passing street.  At others, a girl will simply sit down with you once you receive a drink and try to lead a conversation.  Sometimes, they will even attempt to charge you simply because one of their staff sat down with you, whether you wanted her there or not.  Again, when you try to leave and walk away, she will often try to invite herself along with, “Okay, I come with you?”

It may sound odd, but I think men deal with more sexual harassment in this country than women.

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