WarProfiteer
Senior Member
- Joined
- May 17, 2013
- Bikes
- currently renting & deciding
Just wanted to share a few of my misadventures. As I am now in the process of looking for work, it means I'll be leaving again soon. I'm starting to realize that my time here is indeed a special opportunity that not many guys my age get. It's a unique time and place in my life... a place that's brought me back from a pretty dark headspace... somehow I've now forgotten about the warzone years... and let go of the anger and the ugliness. The she-wok has much to do with this. But so does my own new-found wandering... if you're continually curious about what's over the next horizon, it's hard to hang on to old pain.
If you're human I can promise ya this though... eventually, somewhere, at some time, there will be pain. No one escapes it. And the best one can do is distract themselves. I've done that with a lot of negative things, but lately it's been with riding and exploring this fascinating little corner of the world I'm in... which I'd file under "positive"... and right now, this moment, it's the Mae Hong Son Loop...
Today we set out on our metal steeds, just me and a friend, to wander up through the mountain passes and eventually hit the border with Burma near Mae Hong Son. That's day 1... roughly 1000 turns of varying degrees, up to and including multiple hairpins back-to-back, on sharply rising and falling roads. Gotta admit, the Honda CB500X's have been the perfect bike for this trip...
Some of the places we stopped quickly to snap a pic...
Rice fields... lots and lots of rice field villages in the mountains....
Honestly... no explanation can touch the real sense of wandering up through these mountains, seeing these things, interacting with these people who are fascinated at my white skin, my height, my size... village children waving... "nam pao, khup" we say- thinking to have a quick drink and be away, but within 5 minutes the village children are crowding around and staring at the big bikes and big westerners, unsure how to engage us, but very curious. Honestly, it's been years since I felt this alive... when on the bike and doing my best through the tough twisty roads... when struggling to communicate with locals who only mostly only speak Karen... who the fcuk knows what it all means, but I know it brings me a peace and a feeling I've seen and done something most of my friends and family from back home never will.
Thailand can mean madness and carnal chaos at all hours, but it can also mean unequaled beauty and total tranquility and much needed healing.
I dont lie to myself about all of this though... this a crest... something not meant to last... but goddamn does it feel amazing while I'm up here...
If you're human I can promise ya this though... eventually, somewhere, at some time, there will be pain. No one escapes it. And the best one can do is distract themselves. I've done that with a lot of negative things, but lately it's been with riding and exploring this fascinating little corner of the world I'm in... which I'd file under "positive"... and right now, this moment, it's the Mae Hong Son Loop...
Today we set out on our metal steeds, just me and a friend, to wander up through the mountain passes and eventually hit the border with Burma near Mae Hong Son. That's day 1... roughly 1000 turns of varying degrees, up to and including multiple hairpins back-to-back, on sharply rising and falling roads. Gotta admit, the Honda CB500X's have been the perfect bike for this trip...
Some of the places we stopped quickly to snap a pic...
Rice fields... lots and lots of rice field villages in the mountains....
Honestly... no explanation can touch the real sense of wandering up through these mountains, seeing these things, interacting with these people who are fascinated at my white skin, my height, my size... village children waving... "nam pao, khup" we say- thinking to have a quick drink and be away, but within 5 minutes the village children are crowding around and staring at the big bikes and big westerners, unsure how to engage us, but very curious. Honestly, it's been years since I felt this alive... when on the bike and doing my best through the tough twisty roads... when struggling to communicate with locals who only mostly only speak Karen... who the fcuk knows what it all means, but I know it brings me a peace and a feeling I've seen and done something most of my friends and family from back home never will.
Thailand can mean madness and carnal chaos at all hours, but it can also mean unequaled beauty and total tranquility and much needed healing.
I dont lie to myself about all of this though... this a crest... something not meant to last... but goddamn does it feel amazing while I'm up here...