I want to walk the city and see as much as I can by chance and from the perspective of the pavement and under my own power. But first, I have to go to the train station and see about a ticket to Chiang Mai for tonight or tomorrow. Continue reading
Subtitle: “How I Got A Monk’s Phone Number”
Day 2 – Bangkok, Thailand
So, I was on my way to the Christian Science Reading Room for a quiet, contemplative day—-ok, that’s a big fat lie. But, when I left my hotel, I had no plan other than to head to the river and let fate blow me where she would.
Little did I know, the winds of fate would lead to: coffee at a monk’s house, a stressful (?) meditation session, a transvestite dance revue, and a thorough police shake-down. Gee, thanks for entering my orbit, Deborah.
The Winds of Fate, as it turned out, was a random stranger standing next to me on the SkyTrain. Deborah, an over-educated smarty-pants, total-barrel-of-monkeys-fun Social Scientist from NYC. We were both headed to the water, so after a quick chat on the train, we pseudo-joined forces…at least in terms of trying to find the river and a water taxi. Harmless enough, right….?
I’ve arrived at Thailand at 10:30am local time on what turns out to be Buddha Day. As far as I am concerned, that is a good omen, or Dharma, or whatever….more to learn there, I suppose.
Immigration was a breeze (thankfully, since I didn’t have a return or on-going ticket – a requirement in Thailand, like many countries; and as I’ve previously spent time under armed guard overnight in a Costa Rica airport for my lack of said ticket, I was pleased). Continue reading
After many years of resisting the pressure from peers and family, I have finally opened up shop online. Welcome to my blog. I am off to Thailand to earn a certificate as a TEFL instructor, to learn the language and to immerse in the Southeast Asian cultures.
As the name implies, my name is Mike and I am a bit of a traveller. My journeys have taken me far and wide and have afforded me the opportunity to live in and explore some really amazing places around the globe. And while I have amazing skills at negotiating hostile border crossings, finding someone to put me up in a remote village, and always finding great food, I am a bit lacking in the “phone home” category.
Upon a reunion with friends or family after an extended stay abroad, I am barraged with complaints over my lack of writing or photo sharing. So, this blog is the stop-gap…the middle ground between eerie silence and the pervasive (and intrusive) nature of Twitter Facebook. Continue reading