‘Kha’ and The 3rd Step
Oct13

‘Kha’ and The 3rd Step

The 3rd step to the eightfold path is right speech. One integral part of this is to avoid ‘idle chatter,’ something I’ve come to realize The States seems to specialize in. The other day, I asked my Thai professor, how do I say “I agree” or “You’re right” and she didn’t have an answer for me, she said we don’t really use that expression, its not necessary. I’ve found the...

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The Long Walk
Oct13

The Long Walk

14 kilometers up a mountain. 7 hours. 10,000 other freshman students. I was able to take part in a long held tradition that many students look forward to for years: the Freshman trek up Doi Suthep, also deemed, ‘the long walk.’ Over the course of 7 hours, 10,000 of us walked, ran, danced, and sprinted our way up a mountain all the way to the most important temple in Chiang Mai. I have never experienced anything like it....

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A Local Festival
Oct13

A Local Festival

“I think we were the only Westerners there besides guys married to Thai’s,” “Oh, definitely, I didn’t see any other farangs there,” and as I said that, I realized although we were the only foreigners there, not at any point did I feel out of place or unwelcome. Between the open heartedness of the Thai people, and how comfortable I have become in Thai culture, we belonged (atleast more than before...

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Apparently I’m on the fencing team now.
Oct13

Apparently I’m on the fencing team now.

“Do you want to fight in the freshman competition this Sunday?” One minute I was searching for a weights gym with a fellow study abroad student, and ended up peering in on fencing practice. The next moment we were asked if we’d like to join the practice, an invitation that of course we accepted, and within 5 minutes of being there we were invited to compete 3 days from then! And within the span of a 2 hour practice,...

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Where the locals shop
Oct13

Where the locals shop

Walking among mounds of colorful chile peppers that will set your mouth on fire and bunches of cilantro that fill my nose with a delightful fresh smell, and I am the only ‘farang’ in sight. Locals load their motorbike sidecars with bags full of cabbage and baskets heavy laden with pumpkins, soon to be served up in a restaurant in old town. Here, when I ask “Gii Baht kha?” I am met with “Haa sep baht...

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