6 Things I Won’t Miss About Thailand

Written during my final weeks in the Land of Smiles, this piece perfectly illustrates my main struggles during my Southeast Asian odyssey. Spilling my thoughts on the blunders of life in the Kingdom of Thailand was a humorously forthright yet fulfilling experience, and for that reason I would like to debut it as my first complete blog post.

While the account is honest and blunt, there truly isn’t a single thing that made me second guess my decision to reside halfway around the world for two years. On the contrary, it’s unquestionably likely that I will be venturing back very soon!

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The Noise

Anyone that’s been here longer than twenty-four hours can agree that Thailand is probably the single noisiest place they’ve ever been in the entire world. Obviously Bangkok is notoriously loud, but even outside of that empire of sound, the rest of the country really does fully embrace chaotic noise. Even after two years here, I still can’t understand Thailand’s obsession with it. Thai traditional music blasted on village loudspeakers at 6:00 AM used to be my absolute favorite Saturday morning tradition when I lived in the countryside. The normal Monday night, Tuesday night, (Wednesday, Thursday…) local town men’s gathering next door was also something I so happily looked forward to, knowing I had to be at work by 7:00 the next morning. Nobody ever seemed to care about their pooches howling like ravenous wolves through the night either, or the confused cocks that would begin to crow at the strike of 3:00 AM. For whatever reason, the unrelenting pandemonium that goes on day and night in this country isn’t something that Thai people seem to mind!

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The Terrible Wifi

I certainly will not miss the absolutely ridiculous excuse for wireless internet that this country runs on. Let it be known: as a whole, Thailand is not a 3rd world country, nor is it exactly a 1st world one; though it certainly can be classified as a high 2nd, with a pretty highly developed technological sector. With that being said, I can’t really even begin to describe to you the level of utter frustration that has consumed my day to day affairs; internet that connects when it wants to, or only at certain times of the day, or in small twelve second increments, small stints of hope that seemingly fall through to nothing. It’s enough to leave your hair pulled out in a small pile on the floor, desperately hopeful that the wireless gods will suddenly shine down their light on this corner of the world, and with a sweep of their majestic hand, grant westernized download speeds to every dis-interconnected individual in the country who is pouring sweat at their local internet cafe, mesmerized by fury behind their tiny computer screens. Only time will tell if, and when, this magnificent day will come.

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A group of amateur sailors near my old apartment in Nakhon Si Thammarat, Southern Thailand

The Rain

Over the past two years living in one of the heaviest rainfall environments on planet Earth, I can tell you that I made a critical mistake when I decided to invest in a motorbike. I had it all wrong… I clearly should have bought a boat. With the monsoonal deluges the country experiences six months out of the year, what the hell was I thinking? I could have been riding dry through the streets of Bangkok, Nakhon Si Thammarat, and Phuket all this time…

I’m joking, it obviously doesn’t come down in a torrential downpour all the time. It normally only comes down at three ridiculously convenient times:

  1. Five minutes before leaving for work.
  2. Five minutes before going to eat. (the epitome of hangry)
  3. Five minutes before a date. (this is ten times more frustrating than numbers 1 and 2 combined)

Sure, you can grab a cheap 7-11 poncho for a buck fifty; it might last you a whole three and a half minutes before your crotch is wet. You could instead make a more invested purchase, such as a ten dollar full rain suit (as I did), though it still only grants you about seven minutes of rain-free crotch time. Thai rain just isn’t like the rest-of-the-world rain. Like a disease, it finds its way to every square inch of your body, sure not to leave even the most hard to reach places (see above) dry.

After-school carpooling at its finest in Thailand.

The Driving

This falls into both love and hate categories, plainly because there are aspects to it that I really quite enjoy, and others that truly make you wonder not just how some people learned to operate a vehicle, but how they’ve been able to survive their entire life lacking any shred of common sense on the road. Perhaps I should break this one down into the type of motorists that have made my driving experience a consistent nuisance:

  • Pickup truck drivers: The crowned douche bags of the open road. Anyone here will tell you the same. Never, and I mean never, have I dealt with such prick motorists. These guys blow through neighborhoods and busy city streets as if you could park jumbo jets around them. Got a bicycle sized gap next to you? Plenty of room to plow through. Old lady crossing the street? She better be built of steel. Stray dog trying to get to the open trash bag on the other side? Roadkill. Little kitty with her 9 kitty children? Meow mix. Feline stir fry. Puree. I’m not exaggerating; pickup truck drivers are the front runner destructionists of Thai highway society.
  • Van drivers: See above + methamphetamine addiction. You do the math.
  • Relentless teenagers on motorbikes: See above + additional unknown methamphetamine addictions.
  • Old ladies on motorbikes: The epitome of ignorance combined with bliss. If you don’t look before making a right hand turn, there just can’t possibly be anyone within arm’s distance…
  • Foreigners / tourists that think they can drive a motorcycle perfectly (for the first time) on the fourth most dangerous streets in the entire world: I do believe I’ve accurately made my point.

Another delightful threat to those that navigate the Thai concrete (especially motorbikes) are potholes. Some of these beasts can be up to a foot deep, with the ability to swallow whole the entire front wheel of your average, every-day midsize scooter, sending the driver head over heels, soon to be welcomed happily by gritty asphalt. “Is that my right incisor over there?!”

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The Water

The water that had me spewing out my rear end the first month I was here is the same water that should I have a sip, would still cause me (18 months later) to again start spewing out my rear end. You just can’t drink it; which can be ever so inconvenient on a hot, sticky day here in the armpit of Southeast Asia. Oh my toil; hiking up countless stairways, jumbo sized backpack in tow, hopelessly sagging under the weight of eleven 1 and a half liter bottles, fresh from the nearest ‘M.T. Inc’ water dispensary. I’ve truly longed for the days when I could again throw my head under the tap, and lap up that sweet goodness like a St. Bernard. Mmmm, tasty…

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The Miscellaneous Thailand Blunders

This topic could go on longer than an elephant’s… trunk.

Where do I begin? I suppose I could start with the lack of air conditioning anywhere; or maybe dual pricing for foreigners (even if you can prove you’ve lived here for 1, 2, 10, or 20+ years)? No, no, I’m forgetting the flies… yes, the flies. How did they get in my 25th floor hotel room? And the refrigerator? And even in my underwear drawer?! Oh yes, and the mosquitoes… ever heard of dengue? I suppose the 12:00am giggling geckos should make this section too; and maybe the 3:00am return-from-the-bar surprise snake in the bed as well.

A list here would be far easier:

  • inflated electricity bills
  • visa troubles (that one really could warrant its own summary altogether, but I’ll spare you the boredom)
  • tuk tuk driver harassment
  • massage-lady harassment
  • suit-selling-guy harassment (Hey you, my friend!)
  • ladyboy harassment (Hey handsome maaan…)
  • power outages (planned and unplanned)
  • mosquitoes
  • lack of soap in bathrooms
  • lack of paper towels in bathrooms
  • lack of toilet paper in bathrooms
  • lack of a toilet, in the bathroom
  • lack of a bathroom in the midst of explosive diarrhea
  • mosquitoes
  • massive, army-sized tour groups (or should I say, cattle herds)
  • overloaded buses (especially those filled with screaming babies… or drunk old men)
  • overloaded boats (that one is especially nauseating)
  • overloaded motorbikes (okay, so I’m guilty of that myself)
  • Thai “popcorn”
  • sunscreen with whitening” (bleach)
  • mosquitoes
  • Thai queuing etiquette (am I breathing in your ear? K good, I’m close enough)
  • 1:00am fireworks (on a Monday night)
  • 2:30am fireworks (on a Tuesday night)
  • 3:45am fireworks (on a Wednesday night)
  • and, my personal favorite: 4:30am fireworks (on a Thursday night)


  • mosquitoes.

In closing, Thailand has been a uniquely incredible place to call home the past two years. Even through each of these minor inconveniences, I was more than able to wear a smile each and every day of my Thai life.


Edit: I did inevitably return to Thailand in April of 2016. None of these minor inconveniences could ever keep me away! 🙂

Re-Edit: And again in October 2017! 😀

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  1. Just found your blog Craig. Loving your writing, don’t stop. I’ve only had two comparatively brief visits to Thailand, yet I think about it almost every day, and am anxious to return. Keep writing….

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