after a day of exploring the city on foot and by tuk-tuk, an american guy at the guest house made me aware of the possibility to get stuck in Bangkok. he reminded me of my intention to travel. to keep moving.
it’s true. once i get entangled in the mesmerising rhythm of this city and learn to get along with its pace, it is hard to let go of that base. it seems safe to stay. cheap street food, like-minded backpackers, mosquitoes are practically non-existent (at least for me they are, i heard enough complaints by fellow travellers), not to forget the nearby wat mahathat where I can join meditation every morning.
as far as the guesthouse is concerned, I get everything I need here. but after a while i get uncomfortable with being too comfortable. i know how it feels when it’s about time to leave: when it would be most convenient to stay for another day just to hang out (hang on!) a little more.
so why leave?
the khao san atmosphere. an infectious mile of hollow food and barbecue booze, a noisy place not only of fear and loathing but also of greed and confusion. it is like the entrance hall to the tourist looking for something cheap – most, if not all, get ripped off in that process. greed meets greed. some never go beyond.
and some get simply disgusted by the fake smiles, the smell of too much stationary frying oil, and the irritating noise of cars, taxis, buses, tuk-tuks, motorbikes, scooters, voices all around… like mike.
i think the most important reason to leave a city, no matter how many people live in it (Bangkok around 6 millions – hòk láan khon) is polluted air, noisy traffic and reckless worship of mammon in the concrete jungle.
so I turn to the sides of bangkok I can appreciate! like parks, rivers, canals, vegan cafes and restaurants, temples, and assimilating the necessary language skills in order to be able to use public transport. like this, I can enjoy places like these… and be happy, full, content.
I talk with LuangPi up there in the afternoon. He wants to practice English and I want to learn some Thai. good combination. we talk about life as a monk, his difficulties, about my life as a layman, and my difficulties. we also talk about family, travel, food, and of course, we talk about the dhamma which he pronounces drama. yeah, it’s like a movie sometimes.