05-20-2009, 12:00 AM
A MONKEY GANG THAT RULES A TOWN: Traveling through Thailand was great because we had a lot of time to spend in places and get to know the surroundings and
people. LOBURI: The monkey town. Getting off the train and seeing the giant monkey mascot with the big pink ass was funny. Loburi is filled with monkeys
(macaw) and they live in a temple that is gated off.
The monkeys come out all together to feed and steal from the tourists.
They run along the power lines all in a line and come down to the street. Again what I find so cool about the Thais is that they don't view them as pests,
the monkeys are sacred, keep in mind though the monkeys bring tourists=money so that is also a factor. Every year (I think it's every year) The town has a
huge feast for the monkeys It's a huge spread, I mean like huge and the food is displayed beautifully. Mangos, bananas and all kinds off fruit and other
food that I cant remember now. The gang actually has a big leader, the oldest and toughest it seemed. He had one eye that was injured most likely from a battle
to keep his title as boss. I was a bit scared of the monkeys, because they were rough and they would come right up to you. I remember a girl was crouching down
and one monkey went right to her backpack and took out a guidebook. They don't *** around. The local shops keep big sticks to chase them out of the
storefronts. I remember going out at night to the store and as some of you may know that in certain parts of the world things completely shut down at night.
They had big metal doors and gates that lock the shops. This is when you would see the mangled dogs patrolling the streets. It was scary cuz they could have
ripped me apart but they don't seem to attack people that much. Another area I saw had a huge market that was closed with a fence and had a do not enter
sign with a huge rat on it. PAT PONG: Bangkok sex district: My brother in law's cousin was working in Bangkok at the time he was a manager of the Sheraton.
His mom was there too, so we met up with him and he took us out for a fun night and he paid for all of it (nice). After dinner we took a tuk-tuk (trike taxi)
to pat pong. This place was fucked up but at the same time it was a paradise for sexual deviants and pervs They have starbucks, macDonald's a famous night
market and about as many sex bars as you can imagine with women outside with numbers on them and door men who would have menus advertising all the ****
specials, it was weird. My GF was upset by all this and I can see why even though a part of me was so intrigued and horney I must admit. She actually
interviewed a girl in another district called Soi cowboy. We got her a drink cuz that is the rule and she told us that she come down from the country to work
in Bangkok She said that working in a grocery store paid nothing compared to being a whore. So it is easy to judge and say it's wrong..blah blah. I just
found the old pervs were gross like they were with these gorgeous girls who were with these old pervs for the night. . It seemed just a tad self-indulgent and
careless. Even darker and shocking was hearing about a more hidden area with child sex slaves. Those poor kids man. I remember being on the river taxi in
Bangkok with my GF in the middle of the day and there was a man with a little kid and it seemed ok but my GF was like "NO NO! That guy is a fucking
pedophile"! I couldn't accept it; I thought no way he must be like a guy who adopted the little guy. Later on though I knew it was true, girls can
sense these things.
From reading CC and thinking about how Don Juan can see death stalking. I could really see this too with tourists there who just live dark and sick lives and
have been there too long, they loose a sense of balance and give in to every perverted idea they can muster up. I saw rough people in Thailand and I don't
mean the Thais I mean Americans, Brits Aussies, Japs, Candians.very dark indeed. I was glad to see all that **** though, it's part of the way it is there
and it opened my eyes to human weirdness. It is easy to go to a place and not see if you don't want to, most tourists are like this. For me though I have
always been curious about all parts of a culture not just the good stuff. The same thing when I went to Guinee West Africa, it's easy to go there and just
study drums but is that really knowing a culture? No not really, but a lot of people I know in the drumming community that went there are like that. But hey I
am not an expert in that culture but I did live with my master like an African, not living in a comfy hotel but that's another story to be told. Back to
Chaing Mai There I took lessons for a week from this old man who played a little Thai kind of guitar or mandolin and he also made kites. He was quite eccentric
and nice. I would sit with him on his floor playing this little Thai instrument and he would give me sugar kane to eat dipping it in a bowl of sugar. It was
hard to learn the music but I had no trouble with the strumming and the rhythm but the melodies were really different. His name was Thongdee Nuanpak and I was
told he was a famous player in his youth. We also leaned a walking meditation for an evening form a Thai nun in a temple retreat. They tried to recruit us I
remember. There were other travelers there that would stay at that temple for weeks learning about Buddhism.
I also remember meeting and taking with monks, they were open and very nice to talk about their ways and I remember they were not allowed to shake hands with
my GF unless she made the attempt first. It was hard to leave Thailand. I was sad and part of me was not total when I got back, I don't like that feeling
so much. It's true when folks say that when you travel a part of your soul stays there for a bit even though you are back at home. Maybe I am a dreamer or
too naive but Canada seemed so boring compared to being in Amazing Thailand. Those thoughts are my old ways though and now I can see the beauty, possibilities
and POWER all around because that is from inside of us or one could say it's all around us and one needs the discipline and INTENT to access and feel it!
people. LOBURI: The monkey town. Getting off the train and seeing the giant monkey mascot with the big pink ass was funny. Loburi is filled with monkeys
(macaw) and they live in a temple that is gated off.
The monkeys come out all together to feed and steal from the tourists.
They run along the power lines all in a line and come down to the street. Again what I find so cool about the Thais is that they don't view them as pests,
the monkeys are sacred, keep in mind though the monkeys bring tourists=money so that is also a factor. Every year (I think it's every year) The town has a
huge feast for the monkeys It's a huge spread, I mean like huge and the food is displayed beautifully. Mangos, bananas and all kinds off fruit and other
food that I cant remember now. The gang actually has a big leader, the oldest and toughest it seemed. He had one eye that was injured most likely from a battle
to keep his title as boss. I was a bit scared of the monkeys, because they were rough and they would come right up to you. I remember a girl was crouching down
and one monkey went right to her backpack and took out a guidebook. They don't *** around. The local shops keep big sticks to chase them out of the
storefronts. I remember going out at night to the store and as some of you may know that in certain parts of the world things completely shut down at night.
They had big metal doors and gates that lock the shops. This is when you would see the mangled dogs patrolling the streets. It was scary cuz they could have
ripped me apart but they don't seem to attack people that much. Another area I saw had a huge market that was closed with a fence and had a do not enter
sign with a huge rat on it. PAT PONG: Bangkok sex district: My brother in law's cousin was working in Bangkok at the time he was a manager of the Sheraton.
His mom was there too, so we met up with him and he took us out for a fun night and he paid for all of it (nice). After dinner we took a tuk-tuk (trike taxi)
to pat pong. This place was fucked up but at the same time it was a paradise for sexual deviants and pervs They have starbucks, macDonald's a famous night
market and about as many sex bars as you can imagine with women outside with numbers on them and door men who would have menus advertising all the ****
specials, it was weird. My GF was upset by all this and I can see why even though a part of me was so intrigued and horney I must admit. She actually
interviewed a girl in another district called Soi cowboy. We got her a drink cuz that is the rule and she told us that she come down from the country to work
in Bangkok She said that working in a grocery store paid nothing compared to being a whore. So it is easy to judge and say it's wrong..blah blah. I just
found the old pervs were gross like they were with these gorgeous girls who were with these old pervs for the night. . It seemed just a tad self-indulgent and
careless. Even darker and shocking was hearing about a more hidden area with child sex slaves. Those poor kids man. I remember being on the river taxi in
Bangkok with my GF in the middle of the day and there was a man with a little kid and it seemed ok but my GF was like "NO NO! That guy is a fucking
pedophile"! I couldn't accept it; I thought no way he must be like a guy who adopted the little guy. Later on though I knew it was true, girls can
sense these things.
From reading CC and thinking about how Don Juan can see death stalking. I could really see this too with tourists there who just live dark and sick lives and
have been there too long, they loose a sense of balance and give in to every perverted idea they can muster up. I saw rough people in Thailand and I don't
mean the Thais I mean Americans, Brits Aussies, Japs, Candians.very dark indeed. I was glad to see all that **** though, it's part of the way it is there
and it opened my eyes to human weirdness. It is easy to go to a place and not see if you don't want to, most tourists are like this. For me though I have
always been curious about all parts of a culture not just the good stuff. The same thing when I went to Guinee West Africa, it's easy to go there and just
study drums but is that really knowing a culture? No not really, but a lot of people I know in the drumming community that went there are like that. But hey I
am not an expert in that culture but I did live with my master like an African, not living in a comfy hotel but that's another story to be told. Back to
Chaing Mai There I took lessons for a week from this old man who played a little Thai kind of guitar or mandolin and he also made kites. He was quite eccentric
and nice. I would sit with him on his floor playing this little Thai instrument and he would give me sugar kane to eat dipping it in a bowl of sugar. It was
hard to learn the music but I had no trouble with the strumming and the rhythm but the melodies were really different. His name was Thongdee Nuanpak and I was
told he was a famous player in his youth. We also leaned a walking meditation for an evening form a Thai nun in a temple retreat. They tried to recruit us I
remember. There were other travelers there that would stay at that temple for weeks learning about Buddhism.
I also remember meeting and taking with monks, they were open and very nice to talk about their ways and I remember they were not allowed to shake hands with
my GF unless she made the attempt first. It was hard to leave Thailand. I was sad and part of me was not total when I got back, I don't like that feeling
so much. It's true when folks say that when you travel a part of your soul stays there for a bit even though you are back at home. Maybe I am a dreamer or
too naive but Canada seemed so boring compared to being in Amazing Thailand. Those thoughts are my old ways though and now I can see the beauty, possibilities
and POWER all around because that is from inside of us or one could say it's all around us and one needs the discipline and INTENT to access and feel it!