Why are you here? What is it you love about Thailand? Why is it for you? I’d love to hear some of your thoughts on & responses to these questions.
I mean, of course, aside from the weather, the food, the beaches, the mountains, the people, the culture, the temples, the festivals, the women, and the freedom?
But seriously, we know it’s not all sugar & spice, and everything nice; yet, here we stay. In spite of a significant downside. After all, it seems to hold true that the back of the hand is just as big as the front.
Maybe each of us has our own reasons: most of us have Thai girlfriends, wives, and/or partners – that’s a fact. Still, many of us do not bundle them up (literally in some cases) and take them back “home”: to the UK, Australia, the Netherlands, France, Germany, the US, or wherever it may be. And I don’t think that money or visas are the issue in many cases.
In my experience, the tropics generally – and Thailand in particular – have an intoxicating effect on one’s senses. We are drawn in and smothered by the heat, the sights, the sounds, the smells, the danger, the chaos, the warmth, and yes, the smiles. And what smiles.
We come from so-called developed, industrialized, or increasingly post-industrial nations; nations of law & order, procedures & policies, health & hygiene; sometimes, it feels, nations with way too much of this, in a word, “civilization”.
Of course, I am generalizing. But having lived in Thailand more than 2 decades, and SE Asia more than 3 decades, I’ve met lots and lots of people who’ve agreed with the generalizations above. And it strikes me that many of us have much in common. For better or worse.
I remember returning to my small hometown after having done fieldwork among the Karen people on both sides of the Thai-Burmese border. I lived in the jungle with the Karen National Union soldiers and their families, came down with malaria and dengue fever at the same time, and basically went through the typical “hardships” one experiences when immersed in fieldwork among a traditional people. (Although it must be said that these “hardships” are a way of life for the people we are just visiting.)
I asked my old friend back home, “You probably think this is all good fun, eh? A romantic adventure in exotic Asia? One you’d like to do?” Well, he looked at me like I was crazy, and as much as shouted, “No! It doesn’t sound like my idea of fun!” I must say I was a bit surprised by his reaction, and it drove home to me the differences between us; how he was quite happy to stay home and sell real estate, and well, I wasn’t – to put it mildly.
On the other hand, the many kindred spirits, if I may, that I meet over here are usually somewhat nonplussed by any stories I might regale them with, and may simply ask me a question or two about my background or a particular story.
In many cases, they then go on to tell me even more amazing and incredible stories, which is wonderful, and part of the reason I, for one, love it here. Because I am meeting like-minded travelers – in the true sense of the world – who are curious, adventurous, and restless; that is, like me. The place is indeed full of colorful characters.
Looking at it from a meta-cultural perspective, we are the ones “dispatched” from our “tribes” to venture forth and see what the hell is out there. We are the ones mixing with other races, and creating beautiful babies possessed of what biologists sometimes call “hybrid vigor”: in a nutshell, offspring embodying the best of both races, hale & hardy tots beloved by their host culture.
To push this admittedly romantic metaphor even further, if we would have been born Neanderthals – literally that is, not simply figuratively! – we would have been the ones sent on ahead to check out the next valley, the next hunting grounds…indeed, to go on a quest for fire.
I realize this is rather self-glorifying, maybe even self-justifying, and we all know tons of nutters, madmen, and junkies living among us. But that does not in any way diminish the heat, reduce the spiciness, or cool the real fire that does burn here. And that we do not feel when we return to our native countries.
I would submit that after many years here, we may become accustomed to the heat, but yet the fire still burns in all our hearts. It cannot be otherwise. It’s the nature of the place, and… it is our nature.







