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 |   ON THE WRITE PATH: travel journal for Around-the-World in 2015, 16, 18. |
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For there are many paths.  A tlog. A travel blog. A keeping-track of my trials, er.. travels. February 26, 2015 until ... June 18,2015. January 12, 2016 until February 15, 2016. November 13 to 30 2018 ... 2019, 2020: Taiwain. I went nowhere in 2021. 2022: Portugal, Thailand. Will include: Hawai'i, Japan, Australia, South Africa, Untied Arab Emirates, Portugal, Norway, Ireland and... (2015) ... Norway and Estonia (2016), México (2018), Taiwan, Balkans, Baltics, Turkey, Costa Rica, Nicaragua. Vi får se.  "Where I have traveled, stayed and visited. Over 181 places."     |
| I wonder as I wander. Sweet or savory pastries? Lisbon offers both along black-and-white cobbled streets. Portuguese brought bread to Asia and left their word 'pão' behind. I chose 'pasteis de nata' that grace pastry cases of Taiwan and Thailand. |
| Hungary's defined by plains of horsemen, and Buda and Pest, squeezing the Danube between them, one a majestic city on hills created for the powerful, the other by workers who built them both: imperial grandeur looming over centuries of inequity. |
| A traveler1 has caught the wanderlust bug and cannot let it go... so they go... everywhere. The tourist 2 seeks wonder or thrills whilst a vacationer vacates. A toad3 sits content in a garden patiently watching the flies. Traveler, tourist, toad? I've been all three, not as a trinity, just as me. I've wandered around the world on a personal quest to not be bored, not to be boring. Yet, I've been 'there' because everyone goes there. And, I've cocooned and slept away in a daze... perhaps to dream. So much to learn; have I ever been to me? At age 21 I wanted to know what it was like to be a stranger in a strange land. I went to live with a wonderful family in Costa Rica and had a nervous breakdown. I healed in a small Kansas town. I became friends with poverty in Nebraska. By age 25 I saw how the poorer helped the poorest survive. I returned home to live under the roof and thumb of my family. For the next 35 years I snoozed. But the dreams of caterpillars became my dreams. In the waking world I moved to Canada to stay with friends in their attic on their one-cow farm. I moved to the inner city with a Mohawk landlady and a rose window by the front door. I survived planned Wednesday night gatherings and unplanned trips to the hospital (twice on Labor Day). I changed jobs. But, I didn't leave. By age 40 I had a garden with a lovely house and planned bigger events and worked on racial and religious divisions. I housed refugees and street people. I was never paid for my vocation4. When I over-extended myself, acted foolish, and lost it all, I ran away. I landed in small town Oklahoma, learning yet another culture and way-of-life. I was writing. I was poor. I was happy. But 'disaster' followed and I learned what it was like to fight over a 2 inch mat on the floor. Yes, I survived; but, being homeless for two years left its scars. Moving to Montana slowly healed the bruises. I'd found a safe cocoon. But, I began to change. I sprouted wings. I vacationed in England and revisited and moved to Costa Rica. By age 60 I finally saw the snow-capped vidda5 and fjords of Norway below me as I flew into Bergen. I had made a dream come true for my inner 12 year old. Yes, I've been to touristy places like Charles Bridge in Prague, and have photos to prove it, but the peacocks and people, like Elisson's laughter, in the park in Évora, Portugal intrigued me more. My travels have been eclectic. I've enjoyed the taste of goat cheese and herring for breakfast in Lillehammer, took a picture of plastic floating in a Paris canal, felt the rough bark of a ginkgo holding onto embedded coins in Yamadera, heard the crash of thunderous storms in Pérez Zeledón and Udon Thani, and inhaled the intoxicating mix of flowers and garbage in San José... ah, mi lindo pais and felt that I was home. Tonight, Pannya softly snores next to me, he the tadpole, me the toad. This is where the winding road, a new adventure hiding around every bend, has led me. Seldom the tourist, forever the dreamy traveler, now just worn-out and old. ~660 words Footnotes |
| We all get things wrong, even about our own life. How does Maya Angelou's quote "“Do the best you can until you know better. Then, when you know better, do better.” apply to your writing process? How to be factual? Write what you know about. But what about fantasy? Are you quoting Trump or Q? I'm in Thailand. Observations help; but, there's still other's point's-of-view. As Rick reminded me today about local workers using branches on the windshield to screen the sun: a sunscreen is cheap and not sticky and less messy. Then again... Rick smirked... it was a beat up truck. So I wrote this "poem" with the prompts: goat/island/comb from "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT" In Sousse-Massa They climb trees. They eat fruit, s*** and spit the nuts, that we collect, that we press into argan oil put on your face. Rake the ground then comb your hair. No woman's an atoll when goats must be tended; no man's a reef where women tend to them. Kåre Enga [180.48] (29.mai.2023) "In Sousse-Massa [180.48] ((8))" I explained myself to Solace.Bring The women of this region of Morocco have formed cooperatives. This is their source of money, not controlled by men. This region is Muslim. Gender roles may be strict. I intended to visit Morocco in Spring, 2020 but cancelled my tickets. It may seem misogynistic to Westerners, but this is NOT a westernized culture. It's agricultural and traditional. I write from the women's point of view. Whether that makes any sense to them I don't know. I'll have to ask Moroccans. Much may depend on the age of the gatherers and workers. Argan oil is very expensive and a good income for the region. It's tricky when looking at a culture from the outside. Hollywood Cowboy and Indian movies come to mind. The "Taming of the West" was a specific time in America, around 1880. Hollywood glorified it from the victor's point-of-view. The reality was messier. The Crow, Salish, Blackfeet... have their own understanding of what happened and it's effects on generations since. Similarly, the US Civil War was short 1861-1865, although it really started with the Compromise of 1850 and lasted until 1870 when Georgia was readmitted. It has been glorified in the minds of many people since and appropriated to stand for opposition and threatened succession. An outside view has limitations, as does an insider p.o.v. When one sees something from a distance, details may be ignored and intentions may be misconstrued. From the inside, there's the danger of myopia and not understanding how the personal and particular fit into universal patterns. I write what I write and can always edit later. To quote Maya Angelou, “Do the best you can until you know better. Then, when you know better, do better.” A blog prompt would be Maya Angelou's quote applied to the writing process. Original post on the Newsfeed, May 29, 2023. In "Blogville " "Maya Angelou and the writing process: " 3499 |
| Boss is pronounced like 'bot' and if the t (unaspirated) isn't heard one is left with 'baw'. And 'baw' is a negative like 'mai'. It may also be more Lao and Isan is definitely more Lao culturally. Minor details that a Thai might notice, but helps with characterization. Now... your comment... yeah! Really well played. In fact, the opening was extremely well done. It shows the tightness of the group (important for Thais), good cultural references, and that Cher cannot hide his feelings... they read him like a well-read book. But his "I didn't just want to be friends" is a definite ouch moment. And very realistic. I think 'no drama' would be better because the truly-interesting story line would be weakened. Hmm... in Thailand? I ask because I'm in Udon Thani and have a much-younger boyfriend and nobody blinks. Yet, the staff gossiping about the possibility seems very real and very Thai. Cher/Laem character is from Udon and the family's reaction to Gun's stay-over feels right culturally as well. Around 09:30 ... the concern about playmates 'growing up' is very real. 16:00 Give it all; take it all. Sizzling goosebumps! Thoop and 10.000 baht. A lot of money. But... could be family, however that's defined. 21:15... Tian is dead. Thoop is his little brother. Laem is looking after him and Thoop is defensive. Makes sense. However, the back story could be even more interesting. Flat landscape. Yep. 28:50... Udon... 29:00... Isan is known for hot-and-spicy. I can't eat it if it has too much chili (and neither can some Thais). 30:00 for an anniversary... is this related to Tian and Thoop? Note that the clothes are loose and comfortable. They're working but this isn't a fancy place in Krungthep. And even if it's out in the middle of nowhere... if the food is great and people know... they go. Colorism is a big issue in Thailand; note that the customers are darker skinned. The family's reaction to Boss spending the night is precious. I wouldn't be surprised if the fancy car and city clothes weren't a factor. But they may be hoping that Laem has found someone (a good catch). 32:40 papaya salad (the regional dish) and salted crab and fermented fish? So... Isan. 36:00 I haven't heard about The Ghost Widow yet; but the inclusion of local beliefs is another indication that the setting matters to the writer and director. 37:50. Lipstick and humor. Humor is important to Thais. 38:00 product placement. Helps the actors earn some extra money and provides funding for BLs. I've see some well known BL actors in ads and on billboards (Ohm, Billken...). 39:00 'cute' and 'face' both include 'na'; another inside Thai joke. 40:20 A/C is everywhere, so Gun may not be experienced in living with a fan, a net, and mosquitoes. And Isan can be very very hot. 38 degrees (99F) in Udon today. 41:30 Gun is becoming more playful. 42:00 Gun is claiming Laem as his own. "Shut down" may be a clue that Laem isn't ready... why? |
| I need to empty the vessel of myself at times. Others call this introspection or meditation leading to a cleansing. I just call it vomit. I'm not there today. I had a thought last evening as I was in the hallway, heard the joyful screech of a child as their father opened the door, heard the rumble of the train passing by 8 floors below and 100 meters to the east. Both filled the space with echoes of other places... and then it was silent again. Unfortunately, I didn't write down my fleeting thought; so, ignored and miffed, it fled. I suspect it's surveying another landscape by now. I'm settling in. Rural Isan is subtle fields of rice and sugarcane rubble. The villages are tight and life moves to the rhythms of mango and durian, the small dramas of daily spats between those who depend on each other. Udon squats above it all. Lumpini soars 14 stories. I ponder about life in the alleys and view the distant mountains from the 8th floor, descending daily like a sloth to do my duty. My life isn't boring; although, it must seem that way to those who need the adrenaline of adventure tourism or sightseeing. I smell whatever is blooming. I nod to whomever passes by. I need to clean before Ponnya comes home this evening and I find my solitude shattered by his warm hugs and radiant presence. So, no vomiting today. I won't have enough time to clean up any mess I make. |
| I am amazed at some cultural differences across the globe. Wehn I go back, I'll have to be aware of holiday schedules in Thailand but basically it's 7 days/week. The post office in Udon Thani is open 11-21... every day. The trains run on the same schedule... every day. Markets tend to be open... every day. Night markets have their day of the week... every week. Most places open late (after 10,11,12...). Few go out in the heat of the day. 7-11 is always open. Here in the US there's a notion of working 5 days and 2 off. Thais work. When foreigners come to Thailand it seems they dress in vacation clothing (like their days off back home). Yes, it's hot; but, skimpy outfits on men and women just give the impression that you have no modesty or self restraint. I dress as I wish to be perceived... as a professional. I don't wear beach clothing 'just because I can'. Yes, heat bothers me. I carry water. I take it slow. No need to complain or have a tantrum. And attitude. Thais are passive, but they are mostly kind and tolerant and unafraid of strangers. This 'stranger-danger' based on fear is very American and fortunately not global. It's a disease of naivity, entitlement and narrow-mindedness. I'm not saying that Thais are gleefully friendly. They're not. Most interactions are transactual. But tolerance rules. When I met Ponnya I was surprised that he grabbed my hand and led me around. No one blinked or said anything. And if they did, Ponnya ignored them. The judgemental, puritanical attitude common in America (left-wing-right-wing-whatever) just isn't Thai. It's sad that some may see this passive approach as demonstrating weakness; but, Thai/Lao culture is old, much older than modern Western Europe or newbie North America. It's strong, steeped in tradition and like India, knows that patience wins the day. 3291 views to date. |
| 1. Language. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tai_Noi_script 2. Culture. 3. Place. 4. Hostels. 5. Sights. Khorat: gateway to Isan. Phimai: vestiges of the glory of the Khmer. Chaiyaphum: pathumma and pillars of stone. ปทุมมา or ดอกกระเจียว https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curcuma_alismatifolia Pa Hin Ngam (Thai: ป่าหินงาม) is a national park in Chaiyaphum Province. "Bua Sawan Field". https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pa_Hin_Ngam_National_Park หินงาม = beautiful stone Udon Thani: found hostel, park, markets, train station... Large busy, congested, 'not relaxing'. Easy to get to and easy to get in and out by train; bus more complicated: Khon Kaen, Nong Kai, Chaiyaphum, Mahasarakam/Roi Et. East to MeKong? https://www.udonthaniattractions.com/nong-prajak-park.html Nong Kai: land of the Naga hugging the Kong. Khon Kaen: liveable university town. Will someone there be able to advise me on Thai Noi? Mahasarakham: small university town no one visits. Kalasin: Roi Et: is it scenic? Ubon Ratchathani Thoughts on what to write: "Once in Thailand" Gay: https://www.utopia-asia.com/tipsthai.htm Rice Queen Diaries: https://books.google.com/books?id=Sq02DwAAQBAJ&pg=PA150&lpg=PA150&dq=Udon+Thani+... STORY Pathumma of Chaiyaphum |
🇵🇹 Fotos de Lisboa, Lagos, Faro, Silves, Castro de Verde, Evora. Abril e maio, 2022: Evelyn  from Denmark  in LisboaSilves castle  Lagos sardines  Ourso in Lagos   Lagos  Lisboa Metro  Stutz in EvoraLagos palms  Lagos breakfast boy  TAGhostel dinner   Evora gelato  Evora corgumelos  P. Romana, SilvesAerial, Lisboa  Salada de polvo  Old Evora Hostel   Decadente, Lisboa  Tilia, Faro  Silves Faroway, Faro  Castle entry, Faro   Silves Castle  Nisperos, Silves  Independente, LisboaWindmill, Castro de Verde  and  O Ascensor da Gloria   Post office, Castro de Verde  Lagos  Victor |
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🇵🇹 Wanna lose weight? Walk. One can walk from Kamchatka to Kapstad... with enough time and water. Or one can walk the Camino de Santiago... Not me. But even walking around a new place is better than sitting at home or napping in bed. Movement is life. Losing weight is just a no-cost benefit... which is preferable to getting sick  .My April-May 2022 trip: PLANE I took Delta/KLM. Left early in the morning both coming and going. I try to avoid that. Friend drove me to MSO by 04:ish. Taxi took me to LIS at 02:45. I didn't sleep the night before either time. I bought a 'comfort+' seat going and upgraded to 'premium select' on the way back. I really need 32" of leg room. I've had DVT three times; my legs demand room; I wear compression socks. I was easily able to change my flight from OSL to LIS coming back. Nice chat in MSP with Isaiah, a young Hmong from Sacramento. Fascinating discussion with an Algerian on AMS-LIS flight. The 'lowlight' of the return trip was SLC: customs extremely slow; terminals A-B a half mile apart; avoid until finished... 2026? METRO - FUNICULAR Welcome to Lisboa where the airport is actually connected by buses and the metro to trains and the funicular da Gloria! Easy and cheap. The metro has various lines that interconnect. The stations are well marked. There is art... of course. Masks were mandatory and people wore them. I took the metro again when I returned using my card. The funicular's ticket is for two trips. I used it for going up the steep grade twice. It's crowded but convenient. TRAIN Trains connect all major and most minor cities. Buses connect the rest. I had a choice of bus/train to Lagos; I took the bus. I had a choice of bus/train to Faro; I took the train. The stations are close in Lagos; they are almost next to each other in Faro. I also took the train to Silves. Traveled with Evelyn Lagos>Faro. Nice chat with young university student from Tunes. Train to Silves did not announce stops. Trains are cheap but basic. BUS I took the bus to Sete-Rios in Lisbon (metro is better) and used Eva to get to Lagos, about 4 hours away. We made one rest stop. I paid 15 euros. I paid less on other trips, Silves>Albufeira (local), Albufeira>CastroVerde, CastroVerde>Evora, Evora>Lisboa. Tickets are cheaper bought in advance; sometimes senior rates are available. No one cared that I'm not Portuguese. Would've been nice if the bus would've stopped in Castro Verde instead of passing it by and having to double back. COST I did keep track of costs... but travel within Portugal is fairly cheap and easy when done in advance (there may be fewer options on certain days of the week or holidays). Cost was not an issue. To compare: a taxi at 3 am in Lisbon cost 8,80. A taxi in Missoula costs $20+. WALK Hmm... cobblestones. You need to understand cobblestones. Many are smooth and slick when wet. They are mostly black and white and used to make designs. If the cobble is pink it's probably marble from Estremoz. Street cobbles can be grey and rougher. Cobbles can be missing or sunk. Watch your step and wear proper shoes. Beaches are sandy? But the cliffs aren't. Some very nice beaches are reached by 200+ stairs, others by boat or kayak. Wear proper shoes. Wear a hat. Carry water. Many streets are narrow in all the places I visited. There may not be sidewalks. Portuguese tend to acknowledge that and drive slow. Tires on cobbles make noise. Learn to listen at all times. I do not advise renting a car, especially if you are American. Learn how to walk. Unless your ride is a classic Stutz. Portugal is not flat. Lisboa is known for its hills and stairs. My legs got a workout. My thighs actually strengthened. Walking every day at home will prepare you. I wasn't properly prepared. Cycling is an option, but in urban areas... did I mention cobbles? My legs got stronger and I think walking helped me with weight-loss. On those days when I was worn out, I reminded myself: Movement is Life. RUN Me? Not unless I need to catch a bus. ~700 words |
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