I am sitting at an all-you-can-eat, extremely varied breakfast in a 230USD+ per night resort in the center of a country where the average family annual income is approximately 5,340 USD.
The people are kind and, at times, almost uncomfortably deferential. They also can be bitchy as all else, and utterly delightful in their fun when with one another.
Toilet paper usually doesn’t go into the toilet, and toilets usually don’t flush.
There usually isn’t any toilet paper in a bathroom, anyway, and it is a gamble as to whether there will be any running water or soap.
It is hot and sticky, though no worse than Houston gets.
There are flies.
The indoor floors aren’t exactly clean, but they aren’t exactly dirty either – and there are indoor shoes provided… to keep your feet clean.
There is a surprising number of Japanese people around us.
I find myself hoarding toilet paper, because even our resort is super stingy about letting us have any – even for our room of three people, they will give us only one and a half rolls max at any given time, and these are tiny rolls – and we have to take some with us anywhere we go outside of the resort…
Fortunately, I found a grocery store today, so I bought a pack of toilet paper and a new little bottle of hand sanitizer.
That was after and right next door to the place where I got my $15 two-hour Thai hot stone and foot reflexology massage.
Massages are cheap here, but their quality is quite reasonably high, especially for the price.
$20 for me and my annual costs for living my life is the equivalent of $8 for them… and I thought I lived rather low-budget already… (.16% for the average person my age back home is around $100-150.)
The breads are delicious, the streets are almost unbearable, and I simultaneously want to spend more time to get comfortable being here, and to get out of here immediately, never to return.
I want to help as best I can, and yet I want to put the entire experience out of my mind, because I feel there is little I will accomplish to help once I leave here…, so, I am supporting local commerce while I am here, and I will share openly and honestly with people about this trip, which will include encouragement to give it a go themselves, despite how this – whatever this is – is weird.
I am hanging in there and working in handling life shelf and making things work, while being more than just a means to get through it all…
Here’s to hoping for the best: Cheers!