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  • hardie karges 4:00 pm on January 7, 2016 Permalink | Reply
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    Jet Rag 

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    Hardie Karges and Golden Buddha

    Asian jet lag is the worst, for an American, one day of travel and a week to recover, like the heroine hangover of a lost weekend.  That’s the nice thing about South America, little or no jet lag when it’s all over, at least as long as the continents stay in their current configurations.  You can go north and south all you want with little or no effect, except maybe a little Coriolis effect pulling you a bit to the right, like the brakes pulling to one side in my old pick-up.  Maybe that’s why Asia is so different, because it’s so far away from the seat of rationalism and so close to China.

    Like Mexico, ‘so far from God, so close to the United States’, Southeast Asia is ‘so far from Buddha, so close to China’.  For centuries everyone in Southeast Asia, all of them of near or distant Chinese origin, have been embracing other philosophies and life-ways besides the Chinese central dogma, about equally divided between Theravada Buddhism, Islam, and Communism, deriving from India, Arabia, and Europe.  This is not the crossroads of history, nor the world.  This is the detour, the long way home.  You could get lost here, but that’s maybe okay.  At least the women are beautiful.  If this is a dead end, then you could do worse.

     

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  • hardie karges 12:52 am on December 15, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    “It’s all right, Ma, I’m only jet-lagged.” 

    Actually I’m not; that’s what’s unusual, since my let-lag episodes are typically notorious, lasting days, and even weeks, costing me friends and sales, and inspiring zombie movies for the last thirty years. This time, though, it’s almost nothing, nothing anyway that couldn’t be accounted for by any twenty hours of flight divided by a nine-hour layover, regardless of the time zones involved.

    I did the same thing, almost, to Uzbekistan, with a twenty-hour layover in Germany, only a few months ago, and thought I would never become normal again, the two sides of my self split into warring factions, and playing some hide-and-seek game of the soul. This time, though, poof! almost nothing. Does that mean that I could again fly LAX to BKK with a layover in Munich and expect the same? I doubt it. It doesn’t work that way. The only problem is that I’m not sure how it does work…

     
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