Posts Tagged ‘monsoon’

Trisha and I collect memories, not possessions. I blame this on my addiction to travel and to her enabling me…and now me her…because she’s the driving force these days. I make a good travel companion. I love to sit and watch life roll by. Neither of us has any interest in homemaking, decorating, automobiles and the like. We own a house but haven’t spent more than an occasional  few weeks there in the past few years.

We must be getting good at what we do. Our perch in a Bangkok hi-rise is pretty comfortable. Amenities are easier to find than they used to be. The internet has set us free free in so many ways. We can work, study, invest, pay our son’s tuition…watch Netflix USA movies at night and our favorite international news and radio channels all online, without skipping a beat. The only differance we experience from place to place is the time zone.

Right now, I’ve got ‘KHYI 95.3 The Range’ streaming ‘Red Dirt Texas Music’  through external stereo speakers. Red Dirt  sounds good in Thailand, the lyrics are often magical. I have a bank next door that accepts every plastic card I carry. The ATM’s work as well as anywhere. The exception is that the cost of living is so much more reasonable here in Thailand that I don’t visit a bank as often as I would in Canada.

We occasionally talk about ‘what we should do today’…and mostly come to the same conclusion…we’re already there. I have a great view of Bangkok from a distance. The swimming pool below my balcony is where we spend most days. Swimming is the perfect exercise for body and mind. You can swim in the rain, under the stars, watching monsoon thunderheads race by. Listening to thunder pounding down in the distance like an artillery barrage is provocative. When life is this perfect…why seek change?


I have written about the continued abyss of foul weather creating an environment of rain soaked depression among the plebe’s who get stuck here for whatever reason. So what should a person think when ‘wet’ is a constant reality, isn’t this Wetcouver after all? Lets look at the facts…this is technically a rainforest…fed by the storms that build off the North Pacific Ocean……49 degree’s north as a matter of fact….the wettest spot on the planet is a mere twenty miles from where I sit…….we ‘enjoy’ the longest monsoon ( 11 months) on Earth.A lot of people try to ‘tough it out’ because they don’t have the financial ability to escape…..denial is rampant here…..and yes…poverty sucks.

What do able Canadians do ? We leave in huge numbers……you find Canadians almost everywhere else…..maybe only a tad fewer in number than the Brits ( who have their own weather issues)  I have tried to stay…but just can’t….six weeks here is enough. I’m off to Dallas Texas where it’s 92 degree’s and sunny every day….sorry Canada…….not my cup of tea. I join the Great Canadian diaspora to anywhere else.


I flew to the ‘wet coast’ of Canada, specifically Vancouver British Columbia, to attend my sons University graduation ceremony. True to form, it hasn’t stopped raining since I arrived. This isn’t the pleasant stop and go rain of Europe or the warm showers of tropical latitudes. Here in BC we have a freezing monsoon for eleven months of the year with rare respite. This is why so many Western Canadians are so deep in denial about where they live. The people here will fight to the death over the advertised slogans like ‘The best place on Earth’, but at the same time are the most active travelers in the country. It’s rare to meet anyone who isn’t either just planning to leave or just returning…from anywhere else…so funny.

When I come back here I rely on my bank of great memories to see me through all the dark days I have to weather before I can escape again. Thats why memories are such a great asset. When it is pounding down rain, as it is today, and far too cold to venture outside for more than it takes to pop in and out of the car, I have my memories of better days and higher states of mind. I can’t wait to get away again, but until then…I have my memories  aaaaaahhhhhhhhh !!!!!!! Now……back to work. My new book is going well…..I’m at the half way point….As a writer I get to exist in a fantasy world that allows me to set my mind into a place that does not remind me of how ugly and miserable  it is to live here for any length of time…..I set my writing desk to face away from the window so I don’t have to look outside….sometimes for days at a time….drapes closed……at least life here offers no distractions like lazy days by the swimming pool or ambling down the street to look for yummy street snacks…..there’s none of that here.

Still, people pour in here by the ton, primarily poor frightened immigrant hopefuls who are escaping desperate situations in their own countries. They overcome the drudgery of the non existent lifestyle by focusing their attention on the fact that no one is shooting at them or robbing them. The fact that a person can come to Canada and escape the horrors of China, Somalia etc etc is what allows most to overlook the absolutely rotten weather. Still, we see these same people walking through the rain like lost children, sad for the sun that never that never shines. Of all the reasons that people come to Canada , good weather is not one of them. If you’re not a miserable refugee escaping from religious, economic or political oppression…..this is no place to ‘live’.