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Crossing the border

The hardest thing about being a nomad without a real end date is figuring out where you’re going next, if anywhere at all. I’ve spent a fair amount of time at this point sitting around the morning I need to check out of a place looking at flight and bus itineraries as well as other hotel and AirBNB options close by.

So…no, life isn’t hard at all. But there is certainly some stability to having structure. On days when I haven’t slept and I’m on the go, I can spend a good 5 hours or more just contemplating the question of what to do next.

As my time in Cambodia was winding down, I decided to go across the border to Vietnam. I remember being in high school and looking at the brochure for a summer exchange program, and that’s when Vietnam first captured my imagination. The Mekong Delta, the treks. Later on in college when one of my great known joys was to order the mountainous appetizer platter from Saigon Grill and go to town on some Bun Xao noodles and a mild stir-fried chicken curry, the food component entered the equation. After college, I met a social scientist and researcher who spent a lot of time working in Vietnam, and all he could do was rave about the culture, the scenery, and the food. It was cemented. Earlier this summer, I found myself booking, canceling, and rebooking flight itineraries to Ho Chi Minh City and Hanoi. Continue reading Crossing the border

Haunting Phnom Penh

If you want to be crushed and reminded of how much humanity and humans suck, go to Phnom Penh. The capital city itself is wild and crazy, a sort of older and crustier Bangkok on steroids. There are imaginary mental lines of driving lanes that people and animals seem tacitly to agree on. The amount of dust floating overhead from the dirt and pollution piling up cannot possibly be healthy. Every once in a while, you can glimpse a Starbucks or some chain that made my heart pitter-patter and momentarily think, “The city! The mothership! A language I can understand (i.e., American hegemony and all the wonderful cookie-cutter corporate commercial food and beverage predictability that entails). Somehow I managed to avoid McDonalds.

There is an omnipresent juxtaposition between modern-day Phnom Penh and its tragic history. Continue reading Haunting Phnom Penh

Sihanoukville, Cambodia

Sihanoukville is a province in southeastern Cambodia, named in 1964 after the ruling prince of Cambodia. As far as Cambodian destinations and attractions go, it is a bit far from Siem Reap (accessible by night bus or flight) and Phnom Penh. Unless you are really dying to go to the beach, I probably wouldn’t go out of my way to return to this area unless I was stitching together a southern itinerary to visit Kampot and the islands.

During my week in Sihanoukville, I witnessed a ton of construction. Megaroads were built where there had just been dirt roads. Tons of signage in Chinese and Korean were indicators of where the investment was coming from. In a few years time, what was once a sleepy little hamlet will be a (very modest) Vegas, a cluster of mid-range casinos catering to Chinese clientele.

Snapshots Walking

Nomad blues

The other day, I was sitting in a shed of sorts playing the guitar and learning the blues. It seems to have carried over through the days. This morning, I woke up at 3am, wide awake. I laid in semi-consciousness as day started to break. Then I found myself on my yoga mat at 7am feeling a bit blue and displaced. Of course these moments are expected, and I’m lucky not to have them too frequently anymore. They have been there all along.

There I was horizontal on my yoga mat. A block was propped underneath my spine. My chest and arms were sprawled out. My mind was almost empty. And then there were flickers of thought. I won’t get into the vagaries of my mind and what Ekhart Tolle would call the “pain-body.”

I contemplated the dirt all around me. I think there is sand sticking to every part of my body. Do I have bed bugs or are these all mosquito bites? I’ve never seen my hair this matted against my face. My body has had enough carbs to last a lifetime. I haven’t eaten meat in at least a week but basically now for almost 6 weeks. I gave up coffee about a month ago. I don’t drink alcohol anymore. I am tired of saying hello and goodbye to people. Who is this person? And why is she so sanitized and so unproductive? Continue reading Nomad blues

Something I read and liked

The Victor

If you think you are beaten, you are.
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If you like to win but think you can’t
It is almost certain you won’t.

If you think you will lose, you’ve lost.
For out of the world we find,
Success begins with a fellows’ will.
It’s all in the state of mind.

Full many a race is lost,
Ere ever a step is run.
And many a coward fails,
Ere ever his work’s begun.

Think big and your deeds will grow,
Think small and you’ll fall behind,
Think that you can, and you will,
It’s all in the state of mind.

If you think you’re outclassed, you are.
You’ve got to think high to rise,
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.

Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man.
But sooner or later the man who wins
Is the man who thinks he can.

     ~Walter D. Wintle

Hippie commune Vagabond Temple

The prop plane fluttered upward, and I was on to my second stop in Cambodia, Sihanoukville. I had booked a 7-night retreat at a place called Vagabond Temple.  I didn’t know quite what to expect, but the schedule of yoga and meditation appealed to me as a way to deepen my program of spiritual nothingness and going to zero.

The delayering was continuing as I decided to take a pause on some of my consulting projects. My mind was racing from the emptiness and just trying to grasp at something tangible. I settled on eating a cookies and cream ice cream cup at the airport. And then a mango ice cream cup. And then a panini.

Arriving at “The Temple”

The plane landed in Sihanoukville, and my tuk-tuk driver was waiting for me. We embarked on our 45-minute journey to “The Temple” as it would be referred to. We arrived at a rusty blue gate in darkness. My luggage and I shuffled in to a haven of voices, candles, and dinnertime chatter. It was basically pitch black. Wow, this is some seriously spiritual shit, I thought to myself. Eating in the dark! It reminded me very much of coop living at Brown University, where I used to visit my friend Eliza during my college days. It turned out to be a power outage. K, that made more sense… Continue reading Hippie commune Vagabond Temple

48 hours in Siem Reap

Siem Reap is a real and yet constructed kind of a city. I mean that both in the best of ways. The Cambodian history is rich and ever-present, from the temples of Angkor Wat to village life and the killing fields that lurk in the background. I arrived on a brisk night, the wind whipping into the tuk-tuk. I was exhilarated seeing the new Siem Reap built up around us while the low-key craziness and hub-bub of southeast Asian city life encircled it all at low levels on the street. I loved it all.
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Beaches of Ko Phangan, I will miss you

When people think of Ko Phangan, they associate with revelry and partying. I’ve had a thoroughly different experience filled with beach, quiet, and spiritual moments. I have thoroughly explored and savored the northern beach life in Ko Phangan. So sad to go :(.

NORTHEAST KO PHANGAN

The northeast is a wild and undeveloped area, with a few waterfalls and not much more than a few low-key resorts. The scenery is absolutely gorgeous, nestled into a cove that makes it feel like an undiscovered fairytale land. This is a great area to visit if you don’t want to see many people but have all the natural beauty of being on a beach in Thailand. The swimming here is lovely, and the beaches are vast and walkable. Continue reading Beaches of Ko Phangan, I will miss you

The people we meet…[play plant music?]

Sometimes I wonder if we are fated to meet certain people. Doesn’t it always seem that the people you meet during a certain phase of your life reflect the theme of that period?

Yesterday, I was swiping on Tinder out of curiosity and boredom, just to see who was around. One person and I had a mutual friend in common, a fairly successful musician and artist in NYC (successful enough to have exhibited at MoMa but not a household name). We started chatting.

His profile read:

“Traveling artist, healer and entrepreneur interested in meeting and sharing stories with inspiring high-vibe humans living their dreams.

I’m here in Thailand to connect to nature and make ambient meditation music with tropical plants. Open to hosting workshops and collaborating with other healers and entrepreneurs or just have fun.

Bonus points if you can read my aura.”

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Srithanu eats

After eating only Thai curries for 3 weeks, I’m happy to have some variety in hippie expat community of Srithanu on Ko Phangan, Thailand! Here’s some of what I’ve been eating (minus the loads of cashews in my bungalow). This post is for you, Lux, since you hate all the contemplation that’s been going on in my recent posts.

Quiet time

I’ve been waking up at 4:30am as usual. It’s dark, and my bungalow has the usual mix of rumpled clothing and electronics strewn about. I cough up a lung from the air conditioning, which has dried the entire inside of my body. It’s freezing. I thought 29 degrees celsius was supposed to be close to sweltering. Too lazy to look at the conversion to fahrenheit.

My current routine involves staring up at the ceiling until the dawn light starts to creep in and then running next door to Samma Karuna for 7:15am vipassana meditation. A guy robed in white sort of leads this class in a sort of pagoda-like structure right off the beach. By leads, I mean he sits there and hits two bells together three times at the end of the hour. A barely audible recording plays in the background where an oldish sounding Indian guy utters a few words every 20 minutes. It adds an air of authenticity about the whole situation, but otherwise, it feels somewhat unnecessary…except perhaps to bring you closer to the present. Continue reading Quiet time

First day alone-alone

Jaybird flew away yesterday to Krabi-land. Today he landed in Singapore. It’s the first time I’ve been truly alone since Bali in July. The past three weeks have been a bubble with me and Jay getting to know each other in an intense and accelerated way. Travel bubble style. It reminds me of the experience of making friends at camp.

Over the past few weeks, I’ve been slowly getting off the social train. There was the intense experience in Jeju, Korea with a community of 35 other digital nomads. A subset of us ended up in Seoul for a few weeks. And then to Ko Phangan – just Jay and myself settling in to thaw, relax, and detox during rainy season.

At some point, I realized I needed to take the next step and just be alone. And so began the truly spiritual component of my stay here in magical Ko Phangan.
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Our life is the creation of our mind

The other day, I was on Google Hangouts with one of my closest friends. He and I met in the elevator on the way to orientation at the hedge fund I worked at. In spite of the fact that we’re seemingly very different, we instantly became close friends. He’s an Indian genius programmer with a PhD who wrote his dissertation on blackbox systems (or something, whatever). I’m a scattered and uselessly overly educated Asian-American New Yorker…I don’t even know how else to describe myself.

I consider him a great philosopher, and many of our conversations over California Pizza Kitchen or dosas or comedy or hiking trips have meandered over the topic of self-development. Many of my greatest life tips have come from him. For example, to feel presence, just pay attention to your feet and how they’re pressing into the earth. Or, focus on one goal or habit at a time until it is ingrained. I know few people who read as voraciously as he does about philosophy, good living, and the spiritual aspects of life. I also kind of feel like he’s memorized the entire YouTube corpus…or maybe the internet at large.

In this particular conversation, I was staring out a some beach and he had just arrived in India. “The mind…it keeps yapping at you, no matter what,” he said. No matter how much we can gain control of our external world, the struggle to gain control of our internal world can be beyond elusive. Continue reading Our life is the creation of our mind

Sunset side of the island

Time, place, and people have been restructuring me.

After staying for 10 days in a 5-bedroom penthouse villa on a beautiful hill overlooking the turquoise ocean and nested hamlet of Thong Na Pan Noi beach, we moved one beach over on the northwest side of the island to Thong Na Pan Yai and stayed a week at another comfortable house right on the beach. It was an extension of the Longtail Beach Resort. That was pure relaxation.
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