I carry an American passport. But my home is Thailand. I go to USA to work, to make money to come back to Thailand. Spanning the Pacific. Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam, India and someday, more. This is life in the country in north central Thailand. Now including Mexico!
arrggh. back in the USA. what a weird place. downtown seoul to downtown seattle- what a difference. took the bus downtown. had a piece of (bad) pizza, 5.34$! 190 baht. i was suffering the usual re-entry traumas. reading signs i don't care about. not used to people talking to me, so i'm not paying attention to the pizza guy and don't understand what he said. cold. driving on right. young kids shouting and wilding in the mall. homeless guys shouting and digging through trash cans. got on the number 11 bus. the driver told us all to get off, there was a handicapped guy in a wheelchair slumped over not moving. so the aid car was coming. took me 4 hours to get to my brothers apartment from the airport.
but i didn't have any hassle with immigration and customs this time. i got diverted thru a second x-ray machine, and asked some survey questions - "have you been on a farm?" because i put on my card that i visited vietnam. that was it.
now i'm all confused about days and nights, traveling east is worst for "jet lag", getting my phone turned back on and paying for my storage room so i could get to my cloths and stuff drained the last of my bank account.
but here i am, and ready to hustle, work work work- that's my ticket home again.