Jomtien

I went down to the lobby at 4:45.  One of the night guys was asleep on a bed behind the desk and the other was on a lobby couch.  I felt bad about waking them up, but the one on the couch hopped up and grabbed my bad and took it out to the taxi that was already waiting for me.  I think the Vietnamese people are easy to anger and have short tempers, but when they smile or are helpful, it feels so much more sincere than the Thai people.  My flight back to Bangkok was uneventful and it was the shortest wait I’ve ever had to get through immigration anywhere.  I said goodbye to Annaliese.  I felt a huge relief as I did.  Not that I was relieved to say goodbye.  She is a sweet fun person, but I realized I had taken on some of her energetic stuff (everyone has stuff).  With all that I am learning and the big wall I am coming to with the disintegration of identity, I think I took on some of her fear, making mine feel larger, a trick of the ego to keep me in fear so I won’t move forward in this process.  I know other people that feel the energies going on around them so strongly that it is overwhelming and they sometimes don’t know what is them and what is others.  I never use to think I did this, but now I’m realizing I do sometimes.  It just comes in more subtle and I don’t realize I’m taking on other energies right away.  When I do, I’m able to drop it quickly.  The relief I felt today was when I let her energies go and some of my fear went with it.

With a bit of difficulty, I found the bus to Jomtiem which is a couple hours south east of Bangkok.

Jomtiem is a beach area near Pattaya.  Pattay is a big beach destination for old white men and people wanting to get away from Bangkok.  When I first moved to Thailand one of my co-workers put me in touch with his brother-in-law, Chris.  Chris lives in Jomtien.  He was a huge force in keeping me sane when I first moved to Sam Ngao.  I would often call him after school when it was the middle of the night in the US.  I just told him I needed to speak and hear fluent English and it would set my brain right.  He’s a sailor and told me he’d take me sailing if I ever made it to Jomtien so I decided this would be a good place to relax between Vietnam and Krabi.

The bus dropped me off and I walked a couple blocks to the restaurant Chris was meeting me at.  It was nice to put a face to the voice.  I managed to eat a half a sandwich.  Yay!  He recommended an apartment complex nearby that rents rooms and has a pool so we went there.  There were several high rise buildings with plain looking apartments and a big pool.  On the bottom floor of each building is a row of plain looking businesses, Thai restaurants, small bars, places renting rooms and other things.  We went into one of the places renting rooms and booked a room for me.  It’s not the nicest place, but it’s on the 10th floor.  The rent was cheap enough and I have to pay for water and electricity when I leave.  I think I’d rather have a hotel, but I think this will do for 4 days.

I had told Chris I was sick and asked if there was a doctor he recommended.  He has and ear infection so he said he’d go with me.  We walked into the clinic and I told them what was going on.  I talked to the doctor for a while.  Her English was difficult to understand, but she seemed to understand me better.  She asked a lot of questions, took temperature, looked in my throat and nose.  She told me it wasn’t Dengue fever as if I was nuts to ask.  She said I’d be burning up and red if it was.  Then I got called back in for an injection.  The nurse put 4 or 5 things in the syringe.  I have no idea what was in the shot and I don’t much care.  Then she gave me a bag with 7 different drugs.  She gave me instructions on how to take them, but not what they were.  She said one was an antibiotic that would help with the sinus infection and stomach problems.  Again, I don’t much care what the drugs are if they work.  It all didn’t take long and cost me about $30.  Much cheaper than the US, but way more expensive than Sam Ngao.

After the clinic, Chris dropped me off at the apartments.  I went and got a foot massage at one of the places in the building.  It might have been the best foot massage yet.  Then I went to the pool and just sat in the water.  Finally, I was immersed in water.  The water was way too warm, but it was wonderful anyway.

I need to pay for wifi at the building and found out too late to pay.  The office was closed.  So, I ventured out for dinner and hung out in a sports bar until they closed, just posting blogs, putting more money on my Thai phone, making phone calls and catching up on email.  I ate a whole personal pizza.  I feel tired, but so much better.  Thanks mystery injection.

I found out earlier today that my mom’s husband is in the hospital.  He can’t keep food down and now isn’t very coherent.  I talked to mom tonight and she is ok, all considered.  I didn’t ask when he went to the hospital, but I can bet it was around the time I was in Hanoi processing about her.  I wonder why our medical system thinks radiation is a good alternative to cancer.  Most people I’ve known that had radiation died of radiation complications.  Why don’t we just try to make people more comfortable and let them go of cancer?  How did pumping someone full of poison become the solution to not die of cancer.  I guess it works for some, but I still think something is terribly wrong with our medical system.

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Tiny Tables and Chairs

I didn’t do much today either.  Slept in, had breakfast and walked around a little.  Then we stopped for coffee.  The coffee shops here are funny.  They only serve drinks.  They put tiny tables and chairs on the sidewalk and there are people sitting at them any time of the day.  A few had hookah pipes too.  I wonder how there are so many people not working, just sitting at tiny tables.  So we did the tiny table thing one more time.  I’ve spent the rest of the day in my room, repacking, working (engineering stuff) and looking for new flights.  The airline I booked my ticket to Krabi has staffing problems and canceled most of their flights, including mine.  I have to be up at 4:30am tomorrow so my plan is to sit in this comfy bed the rest of the day and go to bed early.  This may be the last soft bed I ever see in SE Asia.  Erin left today and I’m sad to lose her as a travel buddy.  She was delightful to travel with.

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Water Puppets

Not much happened today.  We slept in and had breakfast in our hotel.  The staff was just as happy about feeding us as they were about checking us in yesterday.  I was going to try to find a doctor today, but after talking to the hotel lady, decided going back to bed was a better idea.  She said most doctors don’t speak English and so most foreigners go to the hospital, but the lines at the hospital are so long that if you don’t get there at 5:00am you might not get seen.  Add that all up, I’ll wait until I get back to Thailand.  So we hung out in our hotel until 3:00pm when we set out to get tickets for the 4:10 water puppet show.  I’ve never heard of the art of water puppetry, but apparently, it’s a thing.  And it sounds like it originated here and the Water Puppet Theatre is famous so we decided to see a show.  They were sold out until the 8:00pm show so we wandered around until then.  The show was so interesting.  I’m not sure how to explain it.  Google Hanoi Water Puppet Show.  There was a live band of ancient Vietnamese instruments which was my favorite part.  They reenacted things like farming, chasing frogs and the dance of the dragons.  The puppets were in water and the puppeteers behind a screen manipulating the puppets with rods under water. The puppets were brightly colored and some had sparklers.  It was a fun show and I highly recommend you see a water puppet show if one ever crosses your path.

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Entrance to a temple on the lake in Hanoi

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At the temple altar
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Temple altar

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Nightmares!

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Back to Hanoi

We came back to Hanoi today.  We had to leave the bungalows early in the morning and were shuttled from boat to boat until we were back on the boat we had stayed on the night before.  They did a cooking class on the boat, but I skipped it.  It will be a long time before I can look at Asian food again.  I just sat on the top of the boat feeling like death.  After the boat dropped us at the dock, we waited for a bus, then the long ride home.  The bus stopped at one of those rest stops with the store to buy local goods again.  This one was a madhouse with people everywhere.  That didn’t help me feel better – getting tired of people everywhere.  The hotel I booked in Hanoi is good though.  It was the most cheerful greeting I’ve ever received at a hotel.  One guy ran out into the street to get my bags, the lady at the desk knew who I was and the other lady was so happy, she must have been coated in candy.  On the way to dinner a lady carrying food in baskets over her shoulder walked up to Erin and put the thing on her shoulder and then demanded I take a picture.  She wouldn’t take it off Erin and Erin looked like she was going to drop it any second.  I took a picture and then the lady tried to sell her fruit.  When Erin refused, she demanding money for the picture.  Erin gave her a tiny tiny amount of money which pissed of the lady and we hightailed it out of there.  After dinner, Erin and I decided to get body scrubs.  The guy in the spa must have gone to the same hospitality school as the lady at our hotel because he was so happy to tell us about the spa.  I usually love body scrubs.  This one was brutal.  There was nothing gentle about the lady who did mine.  It was like a sports massage with salt.  I had to look down several times to make sure I wasn’t bleeding.  But, at the same time, I was happy to have a layer of skin removed.  I felt like it was removing Sam Ngao, months of sweat, strange housemates, Hanoi and this sickness.  And nothing else matters except that the bed in my hotel room is soft.  I didn’t think there was such a thing in SE Asia as a soft bed.  If I could put this bed in the bungalow, I’d never leave.  Time to hit it!

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Yes, that boat is named Hung Long….

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5:00am

The train arrived in Hanoi at 5:00am.  What?  No one should be awake at 5:00am.  I did not sleep well on the train.  The air conditioning didn’t work and I just sweated and wondered how often trains derail.  I slept a little, but I’m sick so I’m going to whine a little and call on your sympathy.

On the taxi ride to our hotel, we saw soooo many people running around the lake.  The city was already kicking at 5:00am.  They dropped me off first.  I can’t check in until 2:00pm, but at least I could leave my suitcase there.  I feel so sick I can barely move.  It’s misty and drippy, not quite raining out.  I walked the few blocks to the hostel where the rest were staying.  After my hostel experience in Sapa and because I feel so bad, I decided to book my own hotel in Hanoi.  The small streets were not too busy yet.  The hostel was busy with people trying to check in, people waiting for tours and people passed on the couches because they agree with me that 5:00am is just too early.  I was bored and not loving the hostel scene so I left to hunt for food.  In just a half hour the streets had gone from not too busy to mayhem.  There were motor bikes everywhere, people walking, people cooking food in the street, people carrying stuff, and store front’s opening.  I saw an entire street of just tape and packing materials stores.  There didn’t appear to be any restaurants, just random people cooking on the side of the street.  I walked a few blocks and went back to the hostel soaking wet, hungry and quite cranky.  A little while later I tried another food hunt with Louise and we found coffee and I got some bananas.

I decided to set out to see if I could find a place to fix my computer.  The lady working at the hostel suggested a place so I set out in the damp with a map to find it.  I found it and they said they didn’t cover hard ware problems.  They showed me a street not too far away that had computer stores so I headed in that direction.  The streets here are crazy.  There are more vehicles on the road than looks physically possible.  The motorbikes outnumber the cars and buses.  They pass each other with only an inch of room in between.  The motorbikes park on the sidewalk so you have no choice but to walk in traffic.  Crosswalks exist, but don’t mean anything.  You just have to walk in the street and hope no one hits you.  When you cross the street you just run or take a few steps while swarms of motorbikes go around you, take a few more steps and then a few more.  No one stops to let you cross, they just keep moving and weave in and out of each other and you.  Somehow it works.

The street with computer stores was 20 blocks or so with nothing but what looked like people selling electronics out of their garages.  It was kind of creepy.  I picked one and they tried real hard to fix it, but couldn’t figure it out.  I bought a usb drive and figured I could at least save all my files before I gave up on the computer.  I found a store a ways away that said “blah blah blah Microsoft” on google maps so I decided to try that before I reset my computer to factory settings I’d try that place.  My computer was made by Microsoft.  It was much farther than I thought and was the actual company Microsoft.  I figured they wouldn’t be able to help, but went up anyway.  The lady said the Surface was only made in America so they couldn’t help.  She suggested a place I could buy a new computer.

There was a restaurant in the building so I had lunch there.   They didn’t speak English, but after a bit, I managed to order stir fried veggies and rice.  I ran the thing on my computer that cleared it and took it back to factory settings.  It still didn’t fix the problem.  Half way through lunch I was overcome with the distinct feeling that I needed to stop eating now.  I felt ill and left without finishing my meal.  I’m exhausted, sick, damp, and upset by the loss of my computer.

I went to the store the Microsoft lady recommended which was waaaaay more walking.  I bought a new computer.  They said they could set it up in English.  Everything is so cheap here, except my computer.  It cost me $450.  They said it would take 2 hours to set up and I should come back.  It’s now 1:30 and I just want to check into my hotel and sleep, but I have to find something to do for 2 hours and I’m no longer anywhere near the hotel.  I find a coffee shop near by and sit in at a tiny table in a tiny chair on the sidewalk.  The guy who works there is nice and brings me coffee with a side of tea.  Strange, but ok.  Then when I’m done with my tiny coffee, he brings me more tea.  I took a chance and went back to the computer shop a half hour early and it was ready.  They helped me get a taxi back to my hotel and checked in around 5:00pm instead of 2:00.  By now I’m sure I have food poisoning.  It was either brushing my teeth on the train or the banana with the split in the side I had for breakfast.  It could have been lunch too since I had that distinct feeling or that may have been when it hit.

As is the case with most things, maybe all things, there is a spiritual component to this.  Process is coming up and things are moving and changing and I can’t control it, but just hold on tight and go with it.  I’ll post more about this in the next blog for those that are interested in these things.  For those that are not, I went to bed early.

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