Saturday, May 17, 2025

Thailand - A scam

 


Number of Nepalese are fleeing abroad in search of HOPE, Hope that they would have a

Life, Life that has a Living, Living that has a Standard and Standard that’s not for present

only but also to many futures.

While lucky ones get their visa stamp affixed, many are left stranded in a homeland too. For these and many other people in the country, getting their passport stamped at least once is a dream. Depressed are the young people who are compelled to renew their passport without being stamped.


Nepal still ranks at 101st in the strongest passport in the world. Entry to many developed countries isn’t a cup of tea of citizens holding this passport. Even with valid visa on hand, they have to encounter numerous allegations, confrontations, judgement at immigration of many international airports.


In this context, Thailand has been one of the cheapest destinations and go to country to many Nepalese. Number of people visiting this country has grown manifold, given the distance of travel, economy of both countries and the availability of budget airlines.

 

I had seen enough reels on Instagram about the tourism of Thailand lately. However, I was appalled until I visited the country on my own. For any Nepalese individuals, international tour means travel outside India, skyscrapers, beaches and white people.

 

I had already experienced beach life in my last trip to Andaman and Nicobar Islands, however, I wanted to explore more of this country with beach lives like in Hollywood that would directly make to social media. This unfortunately had to be settled down and got crashed in a few minutes immediate after the arrival into the country.

 

We reached the hotel at late night and the floor tiles was instantly a red signal. When we reached dining hall for morning breakfast, the crowd was full of Indians and only Indians. Some very bad tasting Indian dishes were also available for breakfast; particularly because the hotel knows their customers. Likewise, we could also see huge number of Indian people in small markets, restaurants and budget friendly shopping malls like MBK. Apart, I could also explore whole of little India on my way to Prathunam Night Market.

 

Likewise, many travel agents who knew our identity spoke to us directly in Hindi, our pickup drivers were confused because they expected some Aryan faced Indian would show up and the next check in hotels were all run by Indians or manager was an Indian and there were number of buses carrying huge team of Indian tourists.

 

At one of the hotels, these people wouldn’t wipe their bodies and take lift after swimming in the pool leaving corridors, lift , lobby all wet. Dining halls and lobbies were mostly covered by them for their loud trip discussions. Likewise, these men were also shamelessly seen walking on ugly hanging underwear around the beaches. Once, I was also asked if I wanted peanuts (looked much like set of mobile Chatpat stall) at Leaning Buddha Temple. Our travel agent would accompany us with only fellow Indian travelers where some thai people spoke minimum Hindi whilst Nepalese from Myanmar spoke in Nepali.

 

With time constraints and work priorities, we could only make to Pattaya so my assumptions on my observations may not hold true for sea life of whole Thailand. But the water wasn’t crystal clear. I couldn’t see a single fish or jellyfish stuck on a shore brought my sea tides and waves. Coral Island wasn’t rich with enough trees and green surroundings. I wanted to try scuba but wasn’t recommended by friend who told its scam. The diver would take you underneath to a structure with man-made sea bed, fake corals and almost no aquatic animals. Who’d spend thousands to experience artificial structures?

 

Likewise, due to huge number of people to be transported to and fro, they wouldn’t provide more than an hour to relax on a beach and bring back on a near to death rides on speed boats, no calmness, no stillness on a long awaited vacation.

 

So, to many not anti-Indians but somehow Indian allergy like me, I wouldn’t recommend Thailand as your first international trip. Maybe, you can wait another year, collect a few thousands and plan for another country, discuss thoroughly with your travel agent regarding hotels and groups you’d be catered. Do not fall into traps of budget friendly destinations at the expense of long awaited personal time.



Saturday, May 3, 2025

Tangerines, Trips and Torture



A whole year of confining myself into my tiny cubicle, like hibernating until the arrival of dawn that glistens the whole sky. Far away from hustle, far away from the tantrums, far away from the reminder: only to be high above the clouds setting the journey of thousand miles.

 

They say never stop dreaming. I had this manifestation of stepping into a new country and it feels surreal to bring into reality leaving all the anxieties behind only for peace and well-being.

 

But this quest of travelling solo still remains a quest; a test of patience, a challenge of inner battle and management of many resources. Would I be able to confront each one of them? Maybe.

 

Countless of destination, hours of brainstorming, calculation of multiple budget heads and management of an itinerary. Overwhelming but a self-satisfying at the end.

 

I couldn’t count the number of days whatsoever, because the charges were paid, and a visa was in my pocket.

 

The other day I saw my gram feed flooded by ‘When life gives you tangerines’. As soon as my holidays started I couldn’t help but watch this series too. I didn’t weep or cry but was definitely left with many unanswerable questions. This was just a click away to only reflect and retrospect our relationships whoever could be. Series as a whole must have set a standard for all men and women in their life and their obligations to be fulfilled. I stepped out of my home with only guilt.

 

A month of living far away from home to only plan solo holiday without loved ones. Cruel enough and a compassionate son in a disguise, I lived by this only feeling for a long time. Until my flight took off, I was constantly lurking, fidgeting around thinking my parents deserve a vacation. I should be carrying them somewhere outside Pokhara too. On New Year’s day at a small family gathering, my eyes took sight of my ageing parents in a long long time. The folds of the skin had pronounced more than ever, frail body heavily shaken, gray hair had already taken toll. I couldn’t count days and years how fast they have flown.

 

Nevertheless, I ended up my holidays with a week long trip to Thailand with wonderful lifetime memories, but how would I compensate them to my parents who gave me LIFE?