080415 Thaikarl - the "world traveler" screws up.

friends.  yall are going to laugh at me.  my ticket with korean air was for departing april 15th.  it said "depart 01:30 local time"
so tok and i got the van to the airport this morning, and arrived at 10:30.  very early.  there's not much traffic on the roads because today is songkran day.  my flight wasn't listed on the departure board.  the Korean Air counter was silent.  ???? i told tok we were just too early, they haven't posted the flight yet.  we hung around a while.  still no listing.  it began to dawn on me that something was wrong.

a helpful "airport helper" asked where i was going. i told him, and he said the counter opened at 8 o'clock tonight.  huh?  he looked at my ticket, and pointed out, that "01:30" is One Thirty A.M- you know, at night, in the morning. Not 1:30 PM- in the afternoon.  that would be 13:30 on the ticket.

oh, yeah.  that's true isn't it.

i missed the flight by 9 1/2 hours.  the "airport helper" said his company can sort it out for me for 1,000 baht. (30$)  i actually thought he said 10,000 bath ($300.00)  but i didn't bother to sort that one out.  fortunately there was a local phone number on a placard at the Korean Air counter.  after spelling out my last name with the NOT military word spelling "that is B as in Bangkok, E as in Europe, T as in Thailand .... etc the Korean air ladie told me i was lucky, i have a confirmed flight out at 01:30 on april 17th.  she reminded me that i needed to check in at 11pm, tomarrow night, as tomorrow is the 16th, and to not miss this flight, as my ticket expires and i will have no ticket out if i miss the plane.  that would be bad. 

and, in the fortunate category, my visa extension is good thru midnight of the 17th.  Whew!  don't want to overstay your visa.  not good karma, and there is the 500 baht per day over-stay fine- which i don't have.

Tok came back from the ATM, and i had to tell her my screw-up.  she DID say she wanted more time in bangkok.  she took it well.  teased me about my saying the flight wasn't listed on the departure board because we  there so early.  so we took the bus back to bangkok, which incidentally cost 1.10$, went back to the hotel 99 and got the same room as last night, #259.  they didn't even have to fill out a registration card, cause we were just there a couple of hours ago.

i check the ticket 10 times in the last few days.  and got floozed because america doesn't use 24 hour time.  this is what, the second or third time i have missed the plane leaving bangkok.  evidently something in my brain gets all clouded over when it comes to leaving here.

so we took a nap and took the bus to pratunam market.  most of the shops were closed for sonkran day (which is today) but there were some cloths vendors open on the small soi's in the area.  Tok was looking for bargins for cloths, and found a few things for 2 and three dollars each.  shirts and tops and things.  we took the bus over to MBK shopping mall, and walked over to Siam Paragon Mall.  We watched the last half hour of the movie "Apocalypto" in a big screen plasma monitor in the window at the Sony shop.  There's an apple computer store in the mall there, i went in to see the new MacBook Air - the worlds thinnest notebook computer.  too cool for words.

so here we are.  i used the ATM to take out $30.00 from my bank, now the balance is LESS than that, to pay for the extra night in the hotel and food.  it was pretty warm today.  95 degrees F and 45% humidity at 9:30 this morning when we went for breakfast, and that was in the shaded front of the shop.  there are still groups of people ready to assault you with water.  you have to get around them, or get wet.  songkran would be a good time for a car-wash business!  they douse cars, and buses and people with this oily water with what appears to be talcum powder in it.  washes off easily, but every vehicle has splatters all over it.

and due to pressing obligations, like getting back to work, my "recovery time" is going to like 1/2 a day.   we are pretty much going to lay around the hotel tomorrow i guess  so i'll have to get "un jetlagged" before i leave even.

but i get to hand out with Tok in Bangkok for more than a whole extra day! so it's not all bad.

Onward.  (again!)  see ya on the 17th!
Nu and Tok

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080414 Thaikarl - departure time, for now anyway.

i'ts that time.  i dread these days.  departure days.  tok has been quiet the last couple of days.  i always think she is annoyed with me, but now i'm knowing that she is feeling the pre-seperation also.  we take the early bus to bangkok tomorrow morning, do a few   last minute things, night over at our favorite bangkok hotel 99 and i fly out middle of the next day.  due to flying east, crossing the dateline and all that, i arrive in seattle the same day i left, at nearly the same time, but some 22 hours will  have past.

thanks to everyone who replied to my long essay about home.  i didn't realize it was that long until i printed it  out for tok to read on the bus tommarow.

i sure made a mis-calculation on the departure time.  because i had some jobs to finish, i delayed my original travel dates by one week.  not an issue on the going away time, but i am leaving right at the Sonkran holiday.  Songkran is the thai new year, and a time when traditionally they honored the old people, and sprinkled water on each other to celebrate the new year and coming rains.  now it's turned into the biggest water fight in the world.  still great fun, but getting doused with water all day gets wearysome.  we don't have the energy  to do much with it this year.  the butterfly gang- what i call the kids from the neighboorhood set up beside the road and were dousing passing cars and motorbikes with bowels of water.  they waved me over, but, i had to collect my things, and wasn't up for it.  oh well, next year!  i should have setback the trip by two weeks, or even just 10 days.  duh.

there was a significant event last night, the death of a neighbor.  it was  so intense, i don't want to compose the story in a hurry- we have to go get the car to the bus station - so i'll write it up and send it later.  actually, i have plenty of  material for more posts.  we had  some adventures that i didn't write about yet- our first trip  to rayong, going to the budda footprint mountain, going to tak bun, where some boys  entered the monastery, the water blessing by the Lang chong.  and i  took some 2500 photos, only a  few of which i posted.  so i'll keep posting over time.  until i can return here.

i will have a little time to check in before i leave tomorrow.

Nu and Tok
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080412 Thaikarl - Where's home, anyway?

a while ago, someone left the following comment to my blog:

you are a man with two countries. when you refer to Thai as home you abandon all this country does for you.  may I suggest you refer to your home as something else. your family still lives in this home. homey....however you are free to say what you want in this country so home away if you like....

I've thought about this comment for some time.  and I do have a response. a long version and a short one.  if you don't want to read thru the long version, scroll down to the bottom of this post and you'll find the short version.

The LONG response.

yes, I am a man of two countries.  I hold an american passport, I am still an american citizen, and will continue to be.  my future wife, is Thai, and she lives in Thailand.  I have chosen to be responsible for her care, and for her mother and daughter.  so I am very much connected to Thailand also.
even if I lived here for many years, it is  unlikely that I would qualify  for Thai citizenship, since good command of the thai language is one of the requirements.  so I couldn't change citizenship, even if I wanted to.  even if I did, I would NEVER BE Thai.  I will always be american.  no matter what passport I carry.  just like in america.  even if you, your father, his father and his father and his father have lived in america since their births, if the most distant father came from asia, or africa, or the middle east, you will be labeled asian, african, middle eastern.  we simply tack the word 'american' behind it.  unlike europeans.  only several generations ago my ancestors came from germany  and italy.  but I am not called german-american, or itialian-american.  there was a time and place, where these delineations were in common use, but today, and all of my life, I have been simply "american".  I will always look different that Thai people.  such is as it  is.

so where is "home"? we all know the saying "home is where the heart is"  is this true? or is home the birthplace, the growing up place, the place you "settle down"? the place you retire? the place you die?  I had the fortune to be born into a military family.  I was born in Massachusetts, live in colorado, california (where my earliest memories are) then france, several places in germany, dayton ohio - longest we ever stayed in one place, 6 years- the netherlands.  I left home at 18, lived in ohio, florida, louisiana, colorado, ohio again, colorado again until finally moving to seattle washington.  my birth family moved to the seattle area when my father retired.  but only my father had ever been there.  he chose to retire in seattle because he liked the area and had friends from the air force there. his birth family lived in new jersey.  my brothers and sisters, who spent the larger part of their growing up years in seattle, consider seattle as "home" now.  so where's my "home"?  I have lived in seattle area since 1979, some 25 years.  my birth family all live there now.  which is a bit extraordinary since there are 7 children in the family, and in the mobile life of america, where people go where they need to for education, jobs, climate, the fact that we all live in the same 30 mile radius is notable. but it is the result of everyone choosing to be there.  one of mybrothers went to california after college, because that's where the opportunities were for him.  after many years there, and numerous forced changes of company, he finally moved back to the seattle area.

my time living in europe did change me.  it gave me a much different perspective, much different experiences than stateside kids. I don't presume to say my international childhood was better, but it was different.  even then, we lived within the world of the  military, were they bring as much of america to you as they can.  we shopped at the Base exchange where we could buy american food and goods.  we lived in  base housing with other americans.  except in the netherlands, because my father was attached to a NATO base, the high school I graduated from was an international school.  the kids were from USA, canada, england, germany.  and I had friends in all those classes.  we lived in a house on what we used to call "the economy", which meant that we lived in a normal dutch house, that was leased for us by the military. so  our neighbors and the town we lived in was all dutch people.  and you know something?  I liked it.  there was something about being in places,  having friends, that were just DIFFERENT than me. of course, there were similarities common to all people, we like to have fun, liked the opposite sex, went to school, had families and hopes and dreams, just like anyone in world.

so, that was then. I had the "want to travel" idea, like many people.  but I didn't  know how to do that.  finally I had the chance in 2002, when I had a job that was paying me way more  money than I  was used to.  I had two weeks vacation, so I decided to go around the world.  1 day in amsterdam, a week in india, 3 days in bangkok. the rest of the time was travel time. and I  loved it. especially india, and my 3 days in bangkok were magical.  so when the big pay job ended, I had some thousands in the bank, and my first thought after reading the lay-off letter was: "I'm free!" and I went around the world again- this time 2 weeks in europe, where my sister and I visited all the places we lived as kids, more than two months in india, and three weeks in Thailand.  when you go somewhere for a weeks vacation, or even two weeks, you have hardly even landed in a place before it's time to go back.  when you have two months to explore a smidgen of india, you land, and start to actually BE there after a month. and after nearly three months circumnavigating the globe, I came back to america, and for months and months all I could think about was "I want to see more-  I want to know more"

I went back to Thailand a couple more times.  the forth landing, as I was walking thru  the airport, smelling the air, feeling the warmth, seeing the workers in the airport- filled with you, excitement, anticipation, adventure- I decided.  I want to live here.  that is what I want. that  is what I'm going to do.  somehow, someway. I  was kind of startled to have even had these thoughts.  but I distinctly remember how  I felt the last time I got off the plane in seattle returning from Thailand.  I felt like: "okay,  I'm back in seattle.  it's kinda cold here.  um, have to get some work going." that was it. I still like seattle, I like being near my family, I like the familiarity, the country, the social contacts and the history I have there.  I can talk with strangers, read the  signs, high-speed internet, intelligible TV.  it's all there.  and it is lovely. but again when I am there in seattle, all I could think about is going back. what about cambodia? what about vietnam? what about northern india, egypt, turkey... what about those places, those people, that life there?

I went to cambodia, loved it. I went to vietnam. loved it there too.  but as fate would have it, I met a Thai women. before I took my forth trip, I got online and tried to make friends in Thailand, cambodia and vietnam.  I wanted to meet native people there, visit them, see their homes and how they lived. I was successful.  I met a young guy in  cambodia, and another young man in vietnam. they took me around, introduced me to their friends, took me out to see things, eat the food, exchange ideas and information about our countries.  the Thai women, once I actually met her was just a really nice person.  I discovered, I really really liked her. after our visit, she want back to the city where her teaching job was, and i went off elsewhere.  I missed her, and called her to see if she could take some time off from her teaching job and hang out with me.  and I began to fall in like, and then in love with  her.  oh, I asked myself all the usual questions: What's going on here? Do I really want this? Can this work? etc etc.  I even did the very american thing, and came here and spent months together with her. you know "getting to know her" and as they say, everyday, in every way, it just got better and better.  I wanted to marry her after a week.  but I did the "proper" american thing, and waited three months to ask her.

three months in a place is enough time for the "I'm on holiday" fog to thin out.  it's  enough time, for me anyway, to get a  sense of "this is what it's like to live day-to-day ordinary life here".  I loved it. and more importantly, I liked it.  you can love someone, or something  and not like them or it.  when you have both, you have something special going on.

when I returned to seattle after my sixth trip, I gave my apartment over to my room mate, I'd already sold my major assets- even my  beloved triumph  motorcycles - and had a house built for  us next to her house.  I lived at my sisters and brothers while working to save the money to come back here for this trip.

so, my house is here in Thailand. the women I am married to is here in Thailand.  I don't even have a residence in america, but I have a residence book here. I love the food here, the climate (especially), the culture- what I can understand of it, and even what I don't understand-  the fauna and flora, I feel happy, content, energized, and calm here.  so you tell me... where is my "home"?

the dictionary entry  in Answers.com defines "Home" as:  http://www.answers.com/main/ntquery?s=home&gwp=13

1.  A place where one lives; a residence.
2.  The physical structure within which one lives, such as a house or apartment.
3. A dwelling place together with the family or social unit that occupies it; a household.
4. 1. An environment offering security and happiness.
    2. A valued place regarded as a (a)refuge or (b)place of origin.
5. The place, such as a country or town, where one was born or has lived for a long period.

Note that "place of origin" doesn't appear until 4.2(b), and home as a birthplace or place you have lived a long time doesn't appear until 5.
Definitions 1, 2, and 3, are each portable- a residence, physical structure and a dwelling can refer to where you are at any time.  So by definition, if I am at our house in Thailand, or sleeping in my sisters den, or in my van, that is home.  The key definitions are "an environment offering security and happiness", and "...a refuge..."  If you ask me where in the world those definitions are satisfied for me, I have to answer "Thailand".  There is a problem here of course. I  have had residences, physical structures and dwelling places with social units, that have, at times, NOT offered security and happiness or refuge.  In my philosophy of life (sic), those attributes come from within my own self.  It is up to me to decide if those attributes exist in any given location.  I think it goes back to the saying, "...where the heart is."  I believe that is independent of the dictionary definitions.

Have I "abandoned"  america and "all it does for me"???  as I have stated, I am still an american citizen.  my passport allows me free entry back to the USA anytime I  like.  and like it or not, I will be returning to america often, because I can make more money faster there.  that is one thing america does for me, and I am not so wealthy that  I can escape that.  of course this means long separations from my  wife and her family, and my home here.  but, that is what we choose to do.  I could take a job here  teaching english, but all the english teachers I know here can't save enough money to buy a ticket back to  their original county.  and I need to build up some kind of future support for myself and my wife.  so everything 'america does for me' is still right there, and still important in my life.  and if I were to get into some kind of trouble here or other places, it would be the american embassy who I would turn to for assistance.

Have I "abandoned" anything?  it is a matter of perspective.  true, the last thing you will see of  me will be my back as I  get on a plane to leave for Thailand.  I  do go away from  america.  put simplistically, there are two reasons for making a move - to get away from something, or to GO TO something else.  simplistically, either you are running away, or running towards.  which reason you are using as motivation for movement is up to you.   you cannot goto another place, with out leaving the place you are now!  I have a nephew who was born and raised in north seattle, washington state.  he now  lives in arizona.  he has friends there, a place to live, and will be going to school for two years.  he says he loves it there.  his mother and father, and his siblings live in seattle.  did he "abandon" everything he has in seattle to live in arizona?  Did he "abandon" everything the  state of washington, his  family and city does for him?  it's interesting that we don't think of moving to another state as abandoning.  but,  moving to another country, and calling it "home" is perceived by some as an abandonment.  but you cannot go anywhere, without leaving some place behind.

Thailand, is my home.

The SHORT response.

Home, as they say,  is where the heart is.  My heart is in Thailand.  So, this IS my home.

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080408 Thaikarl - Bob Bumble Bee

scroll down an view the pictures first, then read.
The yellow and black creature is Bob.  Bob Bumble Bee.  I  asked Bob what his name is. He said "Bob".  "And DON'T call me Buzz. I hate that." he added. Bob has decided to live in our bedroom house.  Notice i didn't say he has decided to live WITH us, no, he has actually decided he wants to live IN our house. Literally.  He's gnawing a hole underneath one of the rafters on the porch.  you  can see in the third photo, that like house building contractors everywhere, Bob leaves his wood dust on the  ground.  Doesn't bother too sweep up.  I asked Bob about this, he said "I'm a house builder, not  a janitor".

I said to Bob ""Of all the wood joints in all the towns in all the world, you walk into mine."  He said, "That sounds familiar, where did you get that from?"  I said i got it from a bumble bee named Bogart.  "Oh, Bogart's a bad bumble bee, buddy, better be booking a bus ticket and bailing out on Bogart Bee."  Bob said "Why not build here? Wood is easy  to nibble off, it's under a roof and i like it here."

Of course my wife wasn't to happy to see Bob.  First thing she does is takes a broom and wacks at him.  "He's makeing a hole in the house!"  The locals see bugs like Bob as a nuisance when they decide to live IN your house.  I tried to get her to promise that she wouldn't kill Bob or scare him off.  "What for?" she says.  "Why you need a hole in the wood? I will be not  strong!" much to practical she is.  She sorta promised.  But i  have a feeling that when i go back to the states next week, Bob's lease will be terminated.  I'll have to work on her some more.

Meanwhile, as i'm working on sanding the porch rails to prep for a little stain, i have too mind that i don't bug Bob.  He gets alarmed when i bang around and get too close.  He'll drop off the rafter and buzz around - oh  sorry, i promised him i  wouldn't use that word - he'll fly around assessing the threat level.  i  stand very still.  My wife tells me that if Bob were to bite me that would be very bad.  my hand would swell  up big as a bell, and become inflamed and burden me with pain.   So i'm careful to appear to provide no threat.

He has some advanced GPS in his brain to find his hole.  He swoops one way, hovers in the air, rotates, swoops another direction, hovers, rotates  and swoops again.  eventually, he locks on to the coordinates, establishes a pattern recognition profile of the exact location of his labors and using an amazing thrust vectoring system, flips inverted and "lands" upside down right at the door to his new home.  Bob proceeds to stick his head into the hole and using jaws that i would NOT like to have clamped on my skin, starts making more wood chips, that fall to the floor beneath him.

I just went outside and checked.  Bob is busy busting out the bits.  He's head and thorax deep into his hole now.  I'm curious as to how deep he's going to go, and what he's going to do when he decides it's deep enough.  crawl in backwards and sip nectarade?  Extrude eggs and make more Bobs?  But wait, if he does that, the my assumption that Bob is male is backwards.  Bob must be female to bust out eggs.  So  why did he/she tell me a masculine name like Bob?  Maybe Bob is a lady-boy? Or a Tom?  I forget which is which.  Maybe Bob  has a Betty out there in the wilds who's busy brooding baby Bobs, and demanded that Bob build a bungalow for her babies, and Bob took the job because Bob is a Best Boy and believes in being the best bee he can for his baby('s)

better bee stopping me now, because i  have been to the behemoth box of "b" words and i can't be bludgeoned into stopping.  it's beedicting.

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