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  • hardie karges 12:27 am on July 19, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Capitalist, Christian, Communist, , Judaism,   

    Suicide Pax: Afghanistan, too! (a fantasy in four-part disharmony) 

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    God & State in Kabul, Afghanistan

    continued from previous…

    RRRrrrinnnggg…

    There’s that familiar sound, of civilization. I pull out my cell-phone and look at the number, THE number, the same number that I remember oh so well—my wife. Should I answer? I feel the hard asphalt beneath my body, the blood seeping out all around. RRRrrrinnnggg. What the Hell…

    สวัสดีครับ Swasti Krup Hello.” Did I mention that my wife is Thai?

    สวัสดีค่ะ Swasti Ka Hello. How are you?” her voice sounds good. I smile. I can see her there with her phone tucked under her chin, doing something else while talking to me—eating, probably. (More …)

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  • hardie karges 11:17 pm on July 2, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , Kamouchea,   

    #Aranyaprathet #Thailand: Swimming to Kampuchea–by Train 

    Train to Cambodia

    Train to Cambodia

    The train from Bangkok to Aranyaprathet on the Cambodian border seems unusually crowded. My British friend Tom and I are lucky to get a seat, and we’re both trying to figure out why—maybe because it’s Friday? Or maybe it’s a holiday. Whatever, by the time we’ve reached the BKK airport on the skirts of town, the train has long been full to capacity, and nobody’s getting off, with still more trying to get on. Nobody seems angry, though, as if this were to be expected.

    I assume it’s because the ride is free for locals. That means people can ride whether they have any business or not, just joy-riding, so to speak. Still, no one’s getting off—anywhere. They can’t all be going to the border, can they? Aranyaprathet is not that large of a town. Unless they’re Cambodian (what is the sound of one light-bulb lighting?). Our seatmates are silent the whole trip, pretty strange for Thais, not known for their pensive moments. They’ve got tickets, though; locals wouldn’t need them. (More …)

     
    • Esther Fabbricante 12:15 am on July 3, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I don’t know how in the world you describe where you are and what is going on.

      Esther

  • 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.

      Esther

    • 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”…

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