I’ve transitioned into city life after a week in the jungle (not quite long enough to emerge feral). I now live in a hotel room and consume such luxurious goods as ice cream from the 7/11 and fancy coffee drinks from nearby cafés (my rationale is that a comfortable and “well-fed” or gluttonous version of me is the most productive while training).
I arrived in Chiang Mai the Wednesday before last; after a few days of searching for an apartment to no avail (most are typically rented for a three month period, minimum), I decided to book my hotel room at the monthly rate (I pay separately for electricity and water use). This is a little bit pricier than other types of accommodation, but it’s also secure and I’m located right beside the gym. An added advantage of having a “home base” arrangement is that, when I choose to travel from here, I can leave most of my belongings in my room or with my friend, Tony, who is a pro fighter from Toronto.
… in the jungle. Here is the outside view:
And a view from my “deck”:
Andy and his girlfriend, Tukta (and Little Bear, one of their dogs), picked me up from the airport in Chiang Mai after a long series of flights: excluding the hours spent during layover, I travelled over three hours to Toronto from St. John’s, 15 hours to Taipei, about four hours to Bangkok, and just over an hour from Bangkok to Chiang Mai, arriving in the early evening on Wednesday, May 7th. I met Michelle (from California) at Taoyuan airport, while we were awaiting our flight to Bangkok. She was about to begin her adventure of teaching English for a year in central Thailand. We had a great conversation and I’m hoping I might be able to visit her during my travels!
“It is better by noble boldness to run the risk of being subject to half the evils we anticipate than to remain in cowardly listlessness for fear of what might happen.” (Herodotus, 485-425 BC)
My experience in Newfoundland over the past few years has inspired mixed feelings: on one hand, I’ve cultivated some wonderful friendships here. I’m truly grateful to be surrounded by kind, caring individuals, and I’m very lucky for the opportunities I’ve been given. However, I don’t feel like I’m hyperbolizing when I say that St. John’s has sucked the life out of me. I acknowledge that several stressful events, which I won’t delve into, have contributed to my current state of being; this state is difficult to define, but it could adequately be described by a combination of the words “meh” and “fuck this shit” (profanity is necessary to properly convey my feelings, I assure you).