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  • hardie karges 11:05 pm on June 29, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Butterworth, Hadyai, , Nakorn Si thammarat, ,   

    #Butterworth, #Hadyai, #Nakorn Si Thammarat & กรุงเทพ City of Angels 

    Negara Shree Dharmaraja

    Negara Shree Dharmaraja

    I look at Thailand across the Thai-Malay border, Muslim south always restive never rested, martial law and marital raw all over Thailand now, too, nation-state for sale if you got the bucks, new dictator says it’s only temporary but who knows? Me, I got one last go-round, merry-go-round, so time to see everything I missed in ten some-odd some very odd years, hopping skipping jumping for the last couple weeks from BKK down south few days at a time by rail and its rumble, metal pounding earth, third-class bulk mail my best friend in steerage, rumble of train is like meditation, pissing is like a moving target…

    But now it’s time to up the ante, even if it means abandoning the rails: ten/twelve cities in next ten/twelve days sounds good, say goodbye, throw caution to the wind, different bed every night, hobo Hardie, see old towns new towns small towns don’t really care for big cities anyway, including BKK, civilization w/o cities is goal, Thailand abides in the villages, kinder gentler and all that maw lam music, look toong for the lightweights… (More …)

  • hardie karges 8:09 pm on June 26, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Kuala Terengganu,   

    #KualaTerengganu #Malaysia: From Fog of War to Land of Sunshine 

    Mosque in northeast Malaysia

    Mosque in northeast Malaysia

    Kuala Terengganu has a beach. That’s nice. They’ve got a cute Chinatown, too. They’ve even got a sports bar, if you’re there at the right time. I wouldn’t know. I can’t go there, because I don’t have any cash. There’s one money changer in town, but he’s closed because it’s the Friday Sabbath. I planned to pay with a credit card at my hotel, but they said that’d cost 3% extra, so I declined; good thing, too. I paid by cash, the first day, anyway. That’s all the cash I had.

    Then they told me that my room was in another location, another building, three minutes away—by car. This building is full. It’s 2pm. I had a reservation, with deposit paid. I’m not happy. That could be three miles away, for all I know. I told them I wanted my money back. Mr. Counter Help made some phone calls. He said he’d have to keep a cancellation fee. I told him I wanted it all back—ALL of it—NOW. He gave it all back. I look bad when I’m mad. (More …)

  • hardie karges 9:23 pm on June 25, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Jindal, New Delhi   

    Jindal Hotel in New Delhi, India

    Jindal Hotel in New Delhi, India

    If you think all hotels in India are owned by someone named ‘Patel’, then you would be wrong.  Reporting live with the Jindal campaign along the Miracle Mile in New Delhi, I’m Hardie Karges, and I work cheap(ly), editor optional…

    • Esther Fabbricante 10:07 pm on June 25, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Does your family keep you apprised of Brandon news?

      Robert Faries and his wife Peggy, were murdered yesterday by their grandson.

      Bobby Nick Buick died today – the owner of the Busick’s western store on the square.


  • hardie karges 8:25 pm on June 23, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Kota Bahru, , Syugai Kolok,   

    #KotaBharu: on the Thai-Malay Border 

    Market in Kota Bahru, Malaysia

    Market in Kota Bahru, Malaysia

    June 2014

    Crossing the border between Sungai Kolok in Thailand and Kota Bahru in Malaysia is no big deal, just walk across like they should all be, only problem is you’re still miles from the real city on the Malay side no problem just hop on the city bus, only real problem is that there are no forex facilities, so you’re sh*t out of luck, nothing in your hand but your rubber d*ck, if you don’t have a piece of magic plastic that burps out bucks at the punch of a bar code, numerical equivalent to happiness…

    Once again a line in the sand makes all the difference in the world, like TJ or TG, shops closing here while opening in Thailand, sun down means desires up, that’s Thailand for you, but this is the conservative part of Malaysia, the Muslim-est part, that is traditional, hot curries without all the messy juices between the bed sheets; it’s a dry heat, I guess. (More …)

    • Esther Fabbricante 10:38 pm on June 23, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I just don’t know how you do it, but I really do enjoy reading about it.

  • hardie karges 8:48 pm on June 19, 2015 Permalink | Reply
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    South Thailand by Rail: #Pattalung, #Songkhla, and #Sungai Kolok 

    Waiting for a train in South Thailand

    Waiting for a train in South Thailand

    June 2014

    Phattalung has the fewest tourists of all southern Thailand—just me.  I asked one guy for directions and he was so surprised to see a ‘Farang’ speaking Thai, that he just stood there, staring.  I walked away, finally, afraid he’d have a heart attack.  Phattalung doesn’t have much to commend it, just one big-ass temple tree and a new market in progress, obligatory night market almost de rigueur by now, hardly a new idea, never was, simply a matter of getting the nighttime food stalls rounded up into one area, giving it a name maybe a special day and a marketing pitch, then calling in the tourists…

    Other than that Phattalung is best known historically as the home of Thailand’s version of wayang kulit, the shadow-play of leather-cut characters on back-lit screen best-known in Indonesia, though you’d be hard-pressed to find it here go look in Songkhla down the road with a weekend night market somewhat better established what with all the resident Farangs and all, and better cultural connections, though few tourists per se… (More …)

    • Esther Fabbricante 11:40 pm on June 19, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Doesn’t sound like much fun – more like torture. But I guess it is all a part of your ‘pursuit of happiness’ in your travels all over the world. More power to you!

    • Esther Fabbricante 12:05 am on June 20, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I made a comment at the end, but it didn’t seem to go through.

      Your ‘pursuit of happiness’ in traveling the world seems to afford lots of hardship.


    • hardie karges 12:27 am on June 20, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      To be honest, I don’t know that I even travel for ‘happiness’, much less fun. I guess it seems like a normal part of life, like having a family, or a job, or anything else, “just another 9 to 5 gig”…

  • hardie karges 8:28 pm on June 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: race, Rachel Dolezal   

    Rachel: Racial Facial Glacial Paces…. 

    In all fairness to Rachel Dolezal, she could be the most racist white South African in the world, and still call herself ‘African’ with total accuracy–if she wanted to. Or did she call herself ‘black’? I can’t remember. But ‘black’ is not a race; black is a color, sorta’. The point is: the myths surrounding race and skin color are just that–myths. So why are we still asking the question on forms for employment and other positions? We aren’t, THEY are. Shouldn’t that be illegal? As if such a thing as pure race existed, in the first place…  Identity exists, though. Doesn’t South Africa require beauty contestants to speak an ‘African language’ just like the Navajo ‘rez’ requires it of its chairmen? And isn’t that a matter of choice? I don’t know. Ask Caitlyn…

    • Esther Fabbricante 9:36 pm on June 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I was thinking that myself – how on most forms, one is asked to check the race.


  • hardie karges 8:30 pm on June 15, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: betelnut, Chumpon, ,   

    Chumpon Groupon: Meat the Betels in Thailand… 

    Betel nut fixin's in Thailand

    Betel nut fixin’s in Thailand

    The backpackers are already here. There goes the neighborhood. This isn’t their destination, of course, but that doesn’t matter. The tourists congregate in Chumpon, en route to tourist enclaves elsewhere. Chumpon is merely a crossroads, the first major one in true south Thailand, the one that connects to Koh Tao and on to Kohs Pha Ngan and Samui to the east in the Gulf of Thailand, or west to Ranong along the Burmese border and points south, like the mega-resort at Phuket and the backpacker enclaves at Krabi, Phi Phi, and elsewhere. (More …)

    • Esther Fabbricante 10:24 pm on June 15, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Entertaining, if nothing else – different anyway – you know the ropes.

  • hardie karges 9:04 pm on June 12, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , portmanteau, words   

    Every Foreigner’s Favorite English Word… 

    Every foreigner’s favorite English word in the USA, I’d say, is ‘gonna’, that is: ‘going to’, pronounced ‘go-na’, really a non-word, contraction of course, but almost portmanteau in its muncha-buncha-crunchy-wordbits for lunch, add ketchup and serve between sliced bread… naah… I think I wanna’ go out fo’ dinna’ so I go-na’…

  • hardie karges 11:47 pm on June 8, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: monkeys, Prachuap Khiri Khan, railroads,   

    #Prachuap #KhiriKhan #Thailand: City by the Bay(s) 

    Bay at Prachuap Kiri Kan, Thailand

    Bay at Prachuap Kiri Kan, Thailand

    May 2014

    Prachuap Khiri Khan comes next, also a little peach of a city, situated on three beaches, as if one weren’t enough. And it is a revelation, just like Phet(cha)buri before it. If that one revealed itself as a temple city, then this one reveals itself as a beachy one, splayed out on three screens, one for each bay, only problem is my hotel’s at the wrong one, so I’m pissed at the world again, I the angry old man, seems like far too often for far too long, Buddhist non-attachment tested at every turn, non-attachment to hotel reservations the operative concept here…

    First the tuk-tuk wanted a hundred baht for the ride, so I figured I’m getting ripped off, just like Laos just like Phetburi, so refuse it and walk, only problem is there IS no hotel where I’m expecting one, nowhere to be found until locals finally convince me it’s over on the other bay, meaning my reservation is wrong and my money’s already in somebody else’s pocket… (More …)

    • Esther Fabbricante 12:01 am on June 9, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I don’t envy you the travel – the inconveniences, the heat, and the strange food. I guess it i too convenient to stay at home – but may go to Dallas for Thanksgiving.

  • hardie karges 8:05 pm on June 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Carabao, drinks, Energy, Monster, , Rockstar   

    Caffeine is the Drug; Thai Style? Meh… 

    Remember Red Bull? Man, that sh*t sucked, didn’t it? I mean, where did they find that flavor, in somebody’s medicine cabinet? And pricey, too, overseas, at least… Back home no more than a quarter US a bottle, small bottle…

    Thankfully, once the can-of-caffeine club hit the good ol’ US, cooler heads would prevail, much cooler heads, and that medicinal flavor would soon give way to a plethora of pleasant tastes to be found in anything that flows downhill—into your mouth, that is—ranging from the frutti to the tutti, fruits and all, and all kinds of fruits… 

    Hey, they even had caffeinated cranberry juice at one point! Danger, Will Robinson, danger! They pulled that one from the shelves, fortunately; I’m better now…  It’s hard to believe that non-caffeinated soft drinks were once all the rage.  Those were the Dark Ages for all us C-heads.
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