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Thailand: sooner or later we all fall down in, and rightly so in many people forget to come out ...
What about Thailand who already 'do not know?
unspoiled beaches, exotic delicious food, welcome to 5 stars, and many extras not on the menu, but included in the price ...
Thai means the world to exotic, holiday, relaxation, fun, easy travel, well ... for me too!
All the ideals constructed in recent months on the ethically adventurous journey away from civilization ', disgusted the tourist routes and seemingly cheap, immersing myself 100% into the local culture ...
All these ideals are gone in five minutes from the cow after my arrival in Thailand: I'd give it far easier ', the comfort, smiles and all the optional Thai, and, ultimately, I was right ...! No
by not exaggerate, let's say, for me, and Thailand 'was the fourth episode of "Back to the Future", the return to civilization' modern Buddhist year 2552.
In Bangkok, I ended my cycle of initiation "Village-Metropolis" started with the appetizer Mongolia, losing myself in the mountains to the Chinese border with Tibet, Sichuan and Yunnan, and then Laos, Cambodia and finally Burma ...
This whole village life has given me so much and opened my eyes even opened my third eye on his forehead: the eye of wisdom.
Oh no I'm wrong was not wisdom, it was a piece of crack ...
And after so many months I am tired, sweaty and dirty, sitting sull'ennesima car (with air conditioning which freezes the armpit hair) in slow hitchhiking.
I saw the lights of Bangkok sbirluccicare in the distance: open mouth glued to the window I could pull out in front of my (now 3) eyes all the symbols and icons of society 'to which I have always belonged, where I grew up, to which I are sometimes teenage rebels and whom I am off for a few months.
Suddenly I realized that while I was in the wilderness to commune with nature and wild life and the world 'went ahead, and' went ahead anyway, even without me, and how apparently did not miss me to much.
So much the better, that 'means that I am not a gear essential for the system! And while I see new technology that is rampant, new materials' that enslaves us, blinding us to new needs and new crises to which the world faces, I feel free, but are not a cog in a wheel that is dried up for his cock , Yo!
closing the cycle of initiation for my small head, and 'very important, useful, fascinating, intriguing, but not simple, are now almost more' questions that the answers that flutter in my temples ... The
be among the first Indians who can barely meet basic needs and then suddenly plunge in the middle who consumes and wastes a fourth has its consequences in me, and the difficulty 'in defining the complexity' of human nature sometimes baffles me.
At the end of all these global paranoia arrival in Khao San Road in central Bangkok, the Olympus of the passenger, where I did not even have time to stupefy or turn up your nose start to meet people and create me a living space and entertainment. Smiling
I do welcome in Thailand: all applications are put into the post-modern drawer and starts again the rhythm of life-and-rock'n'roll bella'li '; the end, dear Mark, you deserve it!
Thailand A modern and more comprehensive 'than ever, he can do good business with Farang, that the 7-Eleven are open 24 hours a day, every year it becomes less exotic and more 'costly, where one treats "because' it and 'holiday' and where millions of tourists are happy to enter into Thai-mood, spending a few days in Bangkok before move up a few resorts on the beautiful beaches of the south, or trekking in the north.
But Thailand still anchored in Buddhist traditions and a certain conservatism (certainly not in Pattaya or Puket).
So this mix of beach & Spirituality VS whores' & Buddhist monks ends up giving a particular energy in this country, modern yet ancient, where East and West live side by side, each in their own business, arm in arm, where if do you want the child is if you can do the hermit.
the end I've spent almost a month in Bangkok, where, without going into detail, I had fun! (Hee hee hee!)
Friends, friends, long nights, short afternoons, sunrises and sunsets, life as a squat without juggling, beer and electronic music I learned to ride a unicycle and juggle drinking, I wrote my first song digital (I missed some 12 hours in a row attached to the computer!) and hilarious adventures shared with people from metropolitan (to name a few), Chile, Brazil, Panama, U.S., Canada, England, Sweden, Norway, Finland, Germany, France , Spain, Poland, Croatia, Russia, Israel, Senegal, Sudan, Ghana, India, China, Taiwan, Hong Kong, Japan, Thailand, Malaysia, Singapore, Australia, New Zealand ...
constant sound warm and rarely a manageable number of imaginable mosquitoes rarely, sometimes dreamed of a train to Siberia, then I consoled myself with crushed sweet rice and tropical fruit ...
About food: I finally faced the enemy and one evening at a stall selling insects raid I did: I first looked stunned and joyful children who came were ready to taste local delicacies like grasshoppers, earthworms, various crap flying etc. , and then 'My hour has come: the noodles are not bad, almost savory, then insects, bugs in escalation to the top: the Snout!
Bleeeeeeeah! Crispy outside, tender inside, with all fins that break when you bite into your mouth, all the cartilage that melts like caramel between your gums ... mhm me to think back Aquolina in the mouth!
After the tender paws I got to the head and I've given up, but another page in my life had already 'written, I ate bugs! Next target
drink human blood in some tribes 'in Africa, but there will' time!
Then on a trip to Chiang Mai (the second city 'of Thailand in the north), not' gone very differently, even night swimming in the pool, Thai-ska party and so on ... more in 'the brilliant idea to send in via Allende 10 kg of books (number 30) purchased in the library of texts used most' beautiful in the world, we know that culture is priceless, but when it 's so cheap I we dip!
After a month of joy metropolitan Bkk time comes to leave, and the idea of \u200b\u200btaking any train, ship, bus or car causes me a bit of nausea ... I am seriously tempted to fly to Hong Kong the next day and stay there, and begin a nomadic life, then I am calm and I say "Of course I could do, after all I am a free man to go where he wants to fuck , but it 's also true that I do not have to hurry back down again in modern life, I have a life ahead, then, dear Marco, Fuck you! "
This monologue gives me the charge to go forward, or better to go south.
Of all the beautiful beaches of Thailand, frankly, I did not care much, but 'I still granted a few days of scuba diving, always incredible addictive, and a crazy Full Moon Party in Koh Phangan rediscovering old friendships, and finally enjoying the Thai New Year (Water Festival): A 3 days when the whole country stops and you pull up buckets of water imbecility ', until he fainted, or drown. The result
'really funny, with scenes of gigantic water balloon fantozziane to anyone, more' night rock concert / house with tons of artificial foam flowing through the skyscrapers in the middle of the degenerate collective. The idea
more 'brilliant throughout my journey so far and' to leave Thailand at noon on the third day of Water Festival: I had even had a shower to introduce myself nice and clean on the border with Malaysia, everything nice backpack and passport in hand as soon as my left foot and 'out of the guesthouse in the city center' and 'hell began: all, all of them pull me smile real bucket of water and 20 seconds after I my backpack my books and my passport are like a cat to Aquafan: wet.
Now I try to limit the damage by explaining to the world not to get wet, then I see that my efforts are counterproductive, I give up fate and subisco, then the matter becomes serious, and I must get out alive from Dante's circle least where I am, then recruits a crazy Thai in a motor speed 'crazy zigzagging between delirium leads me, perhaps with the help of Buddha at the bus station.
Salvo. Unbelievable. You can not understand. Vivo.
o'clock arriving completely soaked and dirty with shaving cream and talcum powder (carnival-type mid-August) and I open the backpack hope that at least the passport is usable, fortunately, apart from the smell that comes out of cagnusso, the interior backpack and 'safe and I have only 3 books and dry a few pages of the passport ...
A 'epic victory that will end' in the history books, along with real fresh fresh street battles Bangkok between police and pro-Thaksin red shirts (the Thai Berlusconi).
Try to imagine in Italy that a peaceful and popular event can (miraculously) to oust Berlusconi and after 4 months all the young people take to the streets of Forza Italy Lagata with a tie in the front and the national anthem in iPods and burning tires, bus smash and maybe even a few showcase images?
This' success in Thailand!
Here the world is running backwards! (Here or there?) Mah ..
ok, 'apart from this political distraction, fatigue, a lot of hard work, I left Thailand ... Bim bam boom
123 and are in Malaysia, gentlemen!
In half an hour I booked a couple of flights, and after a month and a half of Malaysia-Borneo'll fly ', this time for real, outside the south-east Asia, but I leave you the benefit of the doubt about the destination, right?
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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