Roaming the Thai countryside makes one ponder.
A turn of the die, the fall of a single card, a belch in the cosmic fabric and any of our lives could have been so much different.
Roaming the Thai countryside, one can’t help think, ” But for the grace of God, go I”.
Before my grandmother died, I was fortunate enough to thank her for fleeing the home country and somehow extricating the family from the Third World shithole where the ancestors had the bad fortune to have been born and lived for generations. I thanked her for hightailing it to America— Land of the Brave, Home of the Free, the greatest country on Earth.
Otherwise, I’d have spent my life knee deep in stagnant mosquito infested water, laced with buffalo shit acting as fertilizer, scraping out a subsistence existence and dying young slaving away under a tropical sun ,farming rice, struggling to keep sufficient food on the table for me and my family, and, eventually, succumbing early in life to a preventable or treatable disease.
And I’d have spent my life never able and always afraid to speak the truth about those oppressing me, afraid to call out those looking down on me because I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth, and limited from reaching my full potential and fully enjoying my life because the society I lived in was specifically designed to keep me down and keep the offspring of fat lazy bastards in clover.
But for the grace of god go I.
Check out these pics of Thai youths having a pickup party.
They happened to be traveling our way and we followed them for a spell.
It’s the middle of the afternoon, scorching hot, brutally humid, and the heavens are likely to open in a torrential downpour.
In the middle of the impoverished Thai countryside, entertainment is being with people their own age, sharing a bottle of cheap whiskey, and getting bombed while waiting for the inevitable drenching.
Maybe they’ll pull over into a deserted glade in the countryside, spread a blanket in the shade and enjoy the only available entertainment when you have zero disposable income–cigarettes, whiskey, and just for the fun of it sex.
This afternoon might be the high point of their lives.
And in a few short years, youth will be gone and they’ll end like the couple on the right.
Cruising the Thai countryside. It makes you ponder.