Busy is the New Stupid

 

Why do most of us waste time and then make every attempt to express to others how busy we are?  Because as a society we've come to glorify busy. We've all been tricked into believing that if we are busy we are important.  But that's not true.

Busy isn't cool.  In fact, BUSY IS THE NEW STUPID.  

I was hearing this so often, I almost got "busy" sickness myself. 

Weekend in Phuket: "Never fall in love in Thai prostitute"

Weekend in Phuket: "Never fall in love in Thai prostitute"

My body and brain needed a break from traditional Thai gym regime. I drove to Phuket for a weekend. My hotel? Oh, how good it was to have cold air and flushed toiled in the room. It was located in the old town. As soon as I checked in, I rented out a motorbike, which wasn't so easy as in other parts of Thailand ( will get to it later) and went to explore the island. It is big and divided into different areas. Place where I stayed was mostly inhabited by the locals and I liked it so. However, I could not resist the impression almost everyone has negative attitude towards the tourists. I had to talk motorbike rental owner round to give me a bike a bike to a day. Maybe it was when he sow  bruises on my shins. These were obviously from hitting heavy bags. Seconds impression I got is that everyone here is trying to screw me over my whole money. I could not understood this negative attitude until I drove me up to Patong beach. Yes, I went there. It's a very vivid place. Next day I met up with the fighters from Berlin in their fighting village. It's quite astounding how organised and accessible for foreign fighters (or even their yoga/cross fit girlfriends) has that one street of Phuket island became. Next up was Sunday fight night at the Bangla Stadium. I learned how Thai boys became a men in the ring and how "Farangs" miserably try to compete with Thai fighters. Overall Patong is a place where women get abused in a hotel room and men inside boxing ring.

yours truly

writing to you from an old, stinky 13h Bus to Bankok. 

Phuket Old Town

Wat Chalong, Chalong, Thailand

Big Congrats to Ratachai Gym. Two KO wins in one night. 

Big Congrats to Ratachai Gym. Two KO wins in one night. 

How boys became men in Thailand. 

Ao-Koeï Beach: A hidden gem

Ao-Koeï Beach: A hidden gem

Before I decided to join Ao-koei Muay Thai camp the only comment on the Internet about the camp was "a hidden gem". My experience align perfectly with this description of the camp. It's truly traditional rural Thai place. I was lucky enough to learn from 74 years old Muay Thai Boran champion, have amazingly tuff training sessions with Lumpinee champion Don, eat fishes for breakfast that were caught last night. Stories of people and families that I met, picture of a  life in a villages revived after tornado or even getting marriage permission from mother of three daughters in Thai massage barn will stay in my memory for long time.

Day Five: Welcome to my new office

Day Five: Welcome to my new office

This is my office this month. It has a nice view to the sea through the window. I love it.

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It's a fishermen village.

7am Ao-koei beach. No run, no power.  

Day Four: "Journey into Lost Paradise"

Day Four: "Journey into Lost Paradise"

I had a short but sound sleep in my cabin room. Before the journey to boxing camp I pop by to boxing shop to buy fighting gear. The shop I went to was small and dusty, run by family with good atmosphere. I was told that their daughter is a robot and I canteen gloves on her. Didn't get the joke. Next up, I head up to the domestic airport. I chosen to fly to Phuket and make my way from there. 10 minutes later I got my ticket and within next 10 minutes I was already sitting in a plane full of European tourists ready to departure. One hour later I was already in a scumbag Phuket's taxi which dropped me off at the highway. I was advised to wave my hand to any bus driver who should stop and pick me up. This didn't happen. Apparently I used the wrong gesture. After some time a truck stopped next to me. It was "Eck", or as he was referring to himself "hero Eck". He had a day off and was going to visit his fisherman friend to buy some fishes for the barbecue. We bargain a bit and and agreed that he will take me to the next village which is 100 kilometres from Phuket. We quickly left, passing by westernised bar, resorts and infrastructure built for tourist. While driving in a old pickup car without AC and broken fan, he showed me around. He dropped me off at the bus station. Old Mercedes-Benz to Khura Buri was already waiting to take off. The landscape there was notably different. I was entering rural area in a deep jungle. It was getting dark when I finally arrived to Khura Buri. I had a last piece to Ao-Koei beach to make. I was lucky enough to find last scooter taxi in a one street town. We were driving in the dark through the jungle and all I could see was road signs with tsunami hazard warning. Old men almost got us killed. While he was picking up his nose, other truck full of sand came up from the other side, he started sneezing and we lost the balance. Uff, no injuries. Suddenly we arrived...

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Day Two and Three: Don't email me, I'm busy taking shower under a waterfall.

Day Two and Three: Don't email me, I'm busy taking shower under a waterfall.

I never had this feeling of constant excitement in my life before. I feel like I don't need a sleep at all. I don't feel hungry much, despite the fact I want to try every of local and new for me dish. I woke up early on my day two and head over to Kanchanaburi. Using one of Thai transportation systems one can understand very quickly what "to operate in Thai time" means. The ride was crazy but apparently only for my European standards. There was an older Thai woman who was relaxing on the front seat while the driver was drifting with 140kh/m through Bangkoks traffic. And what the heck is seatbelt!? Kanchanaburi is awfully touristy. Most pleasant experience was meeting fellow Argentinian travelers and bargaining for buitiful resort. After a day of traveling, eating local food and some site seeing what was left is to set up a goal for the next day. I had a motorbike rented so I made up my mind for to use it to drive 80km and take shower under a waterfall inside Erawan National Park. The area is screwed with guided tours and bus offers. Driving self with a motorbike is such a pleasure. The joy is enormous especially when driving along River Kwai. I spent couple of hours in the Park and then head back to Bangkok. Now writing from a capsule hotel which I have found at night. Tomorrow, finally flying to hidden Muay Thai camp!

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Bangkok

First night in Bangkok

After a long Red eye flight with crying babies and some turbulence, I finally arrived in Bangkok. I was really jet lag and wanted to get a rest but since I stay here only for one night, I wanted to experience the city. Some shots below.

 

Yours truly

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