Thailand

The adventures of Thailand were those, which deserve a well written chapter in my online diary- however, the difficult thing about that chapter is that I have been having problems trying to find words.
The wordlessness of it all.

I took a class in my senior year which encouraged me to read a lot of modern fiction. The thing about modern fiction, (in the words of my beloved professor) is that "Modern fiction gives you the finger when you try to read it, it doesn't want you there- but that in itself makes you stay and read."
In this class we were "encouraged" to read "Passage to India," by Forester. Reading Forester's work was a physical experience: I was stirred by his writing. I have not felt those emotions since my reading, until Thailand.
Passage to India was magical. It made me read it- I had little choice it sucked me in ate me up, and spit me out indignantly when it was through with me. I had questions, and communication problems- it didn't care. It said "Do what you will with what I have shared," how profoundly intriguing.

Thailand was gentle in it’s approach- there was little spitting or chewing, however it left me asking questions. In Forester's book he speaks of the India (the land) “raping” a woman- actually physically assaulting this woman…it is a mystery the whole way though the book and deeply misunderstood if not read carefully…however I feel like Thailand had the same ability to personify itself- it was alive.

I think that it was an awakening within my small western mind. As a person who would like to consider myself "culturally aware," Thailand made me laugh at my naivety. I was humbled. We really don't know, and when I think I know- I don't. I don't know- I know less. I love what eastern countries are doing to me, I love that I have no idea what is going on in the life of Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes.

It's thrilling to me, that I spent a day on the back of a motorcycle whipping through the lush palms of Surat Thani, having no idea where I was going, or who was driving my bike.

There are secrets. The people, the land, the food, the sea- filled with whispers, and centuries of stories. I could not place my finger on- it was like the people understood it- and the land understood itself- but I could not dig deep enough to truly understand all that Thailand had to offer me. uuurraahhhhgggg language has failed me.

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