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ISSUE:  102
DATE:  December 19, 2002
Hobo TRAVEL TIPS - Khon Kaen Thailand - Stupid Hobo
TIP:  What type of traveler to avoid.
LOCATION:  Khon Kaen, Thailand



Hobo TRAVEL TIPS - Khon Kaen Thailand - Stupid Hobo
Issue 102 Hobotraveler.com - December 19, 2002
A Hobo trip around the world. Year 5



         How I feel today..
         Better to read the stories first.
~   HOBO STEW (A Dish of Meat and Vegetables)
        Location of Hobo and opinions
~   HOBOGUIDE.COM (Go this way)
       What type of traveler to avoid.
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How I feel today, or a start down
the proverbial travelers path.

The further one goes the less one knows.
Lao-tzu (sixth century BC)


Better to read the stories first.

The smells of Khon Kaen Thailand
The lotus - If you eat the lotus you will travel forever...


~   HOBO STEW (A Dish of Meat and Vegetables)


Some days I think I understand
what is going on, and other days I am
just plain stupid.

Wish I could say I was getting smarter.
There is so much to know.
The more I know.
The more I know, I do not know anything.

To travel is like reading a book.
But when I open a page, I find
there is another book inside the book.
The more pages I open.
The more books I have to read.
The only way to stop traveling,
is to stop reading the book.

Went on a small 6 day trip to visit the
Thailand city of Khon Kaen
It is located in the middle and east of Thailand.
Sort of a an Industrial feeling city with a big University.
A great place. I am not sure why.
But I felt good there
If I like a place. I enjoy the place, and try to
understand why later.

I will enter Laos in 3 days.
I have discovered I may need to take
a boat down the Mekong river. Not my idea of a good
way to spend Christmas. Merry Christmas.

But a “Visa” here, and “Visa” there. I must
either leave or stay, I need to renew the
Thailand Visa or go to another country.
So this time I leave Thailand and go travel
in Laos. I am looking forward to the
cultural change.

A river boat trip are always interesting.
I just hope the boats are better than the boats
on the Amazon. My various trips on the Amazon river
has made me a little cautious about boats.
I like to protect my Hobo lifestyle.
I do not want to sink lower.

Laos is a long and narrow country. I can travel
down the country and hop over to the east
into Vietnam if I wish. Cambodia is just below

I do not use that word to describe
myself. But I must be wandering around.
When I discovered today that I need to take
a boat for 2 days. I realized. I do not read
the guidebooks. I just wonder around.
This is my goal. No clear destination or
why I went or why I leave.
To wander... or maybe wonder..

I sometime wonder.
if all of this is this a “Catch 22?”
I must be crazy to do this.
But I would be crazy if I stopped.

Confusion is the beautiful
part of travel. Like being in love.

Todays - Going this way is about
the smells of Travelers.

Today tip is on trying to answer
readers questions on what types
of travelers I avoid.

Just another day in Paradise!
Be a Hobo, and leave your mark.

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How much money needed to be Hobo?
5400 Dollars USA per year.
Started November 19, 2002
Since last letter: $10
Plus a package... ? That says,
“Do not open till Christmas from:
Thank You
My daily cost is about $15
244 in deeper in debt.






Lots of travel writers allude to the
smells of a country or a place.
The rich aroma, or the fresh clean air.
I am not a travel writer so I am going
to get down to basics. No alluding.
Lets make comments.

Every country has a smell.
Every city has a smell.
Some countries stink.
Some smell too good.
Women have a scent.

I remember the smell of a country.
If I smell a burning coconut husk.
“I think of Mexico.”

San Jose, Costa Rica smells like
peanuts to me.
Belize like moist fields of Sugar Cane.
Chile like cheese at the grocery..
Switzerland like a cow.
Fall in the USA used to be burning leaves...

I made a daily walk of about 7 city
blocks to the internet cafe in Khon Kaen.
I go to the internet cafe daily.
But this trip was different.
I was walking from smell to smell daily.
Each city block had a smell, and
I would change smells suddenly.

My senses are on alert most of the time.
If something changes suddenly I look
around and see what is happening.
Definitely. Please do not run up from
behind. I may hear the clatter of your shoes
and turn around and club you. I am a pacifist,
except when needed.

But I was running the gauntlet.
A gauntlet of smells.
I wander down the street dodging
the food and clutter on the sidewalk.
Everything from shirts to fish.

Maybe it was the heat, or the sun baking
on my head. Walking on the street sometimes
to avoid the people in the sidewalk.
Khon Kaen, Thailand is a place that melts
down people. They have melted Laos, Chinese
and Thailand people into a Northeast Thailand

I do not know what made me think this place
was special. But I think the city is special.
It is a nice place.

I do not like to take deep breaths in Thailand.
Maybe on the ocean but not in the cities. No.
They have this storm sewer system that is an
open drainage just below the sidewalk.
It is not enclosed, and the venting is done
directly up to the sidewalk. On every or
below every step you take.

There is a vent for plumbing air on top
of your house. Go up top of the your house
and smell it.
( What that diplomatic?)
So the cities of Thailand have distinct
abstract smell that flows downhill.

Misty water colored memories.
I think it was Barbara Streisand
who sang that.

Imagine yourself.
You clean up, walk out of your room.
The sun is shining and there is the sound
of motorbikes, and city vehicles.
You close you eyes.
Walking slowly and deliberately to not
disturb the sidewalk.
Your head in a box of sounds and smells.

Traffic is around you and you can feel the
heat of cars, exhaust, and the baked
asphalt road. Moving along you try to not
trip on the sidewalk that wants to disappear.

Hmmm. What is that smell?
Rice, boiled. Some grease, maybe they
have a stir fry type chicken or pork.
No. I think it is soup.
There a hot water steamy smells. I may
have passed a restaurant in the middle
of the sidewalk.

I feel the shade and smell something sweet.
It is cooler in the shade, and I stop.
What is that smell.
Pineapple, sitting on ice.
I smell cold fruit.

The gossip is flowing. Different language
but I can tell. There are women talking.
I must peek. Yes them same chubby
women followed me from Bolivia
and they are selling flowers. No these
are Thailand women. But same same.

“Same, Same” is Thai English for it is
the same more or less. I translate.

LOTUS - The water lily.
A mystery plant.
Flower for the Temples.
Arrangement for the Monks.
I am sure it smell like a Buddhist
something or other, and these are the
flowers. I am sure it smells Buddhist.
Fresh cut flowers, and women laughing
and telling the story of the day.

They eat that.
I think my nose is over developed.
I do not like to eat strange foods.
They tell me the nose is what helps you to
taste. I am going to tell you.
“That fish does not taste good.”

I can smell good.
Girls call me a dog sometimes.
But I think they mean it in a different sense.
But I do think my nose works too good.
Mike says I am a big dog.
I may have a big dog nose.
Whatever - I can smell the world.

The fish smell is like being in water.
You swim down about 10 feet
and you will find a sudden drop in
water temperature. The whole body
feels the cold. This is what the smell of
a fish market does to me. My whole body
gets to feel it. Small rush, and a desire to run.
The mind decides there is no real danger
so hang in there, and keep walking or

I will walk in the street. Too many people
in the sidewalk. I think it is easier in the
street. Hmmm
“Why did this big truck stop in the middle
of the road?”
Grain, flower, bags, dust.
I feel a grain truck.
There is this large truck unloading
its shipment of flour and grains to the
local food stands.

The sidewalk is not for walking
and neither is the road.
No wonder I smell so much.
I cannot get up enough speed to
create a breeze.

Oops.... What is that water in the
street. White colored, but I get the
distinct smell of something else.
I bet them drunks use this corner
in the night to hang around and
drink. This fresh sink water from
the sidewalk cafe is washing it down
the storm sewer. The white color
is the soap, but the water is mixing
with dried leftover drunk.

Now that is better.
What is that wonderful smell?
10 school girls laughing and in
school uniforms are traipsing by.
They smell of soap, and scrubbing.
Like a rose surround by thorns.
With a cherry on top.
To me they seem saintly,
not the monks. I must take a note.
Please Monks.
Yim... (Thai for smile.)

The clothing department.
I think this is a neutral area.
No real smell.
But in the clothes department
are all the girls with the hip hugger
Jeans arranging the clothes.
I will not look around much,
I will also pretend to not be trying
to smell. Although I am sure this
area smells good.

Internet Cafe.
Smells like a room that just
turned on the Air Conditioner.
Half stale air and half fresh.

Going home.
Laying on the asphalt.
A motorbike has crashed.
The small truck is still leaning
over the bike.
I am sure it smells of problems.
I hope no one was hurt.
I will try not to smell.
Hot asphalt.

I take one last smell and walk to my
room where the maids smell like home
or clean sheets.

I smell a man.
Maybe a Hobo, a bum, or a street person.
He is sitting at the side and is asking
people for money that look the other way
as they pass by, trying to not smell or see..
A beggar always smells noble to me.
The true smell of humanity after we take
off all the wrappings and our illusions.
The Knights of the road.

The world is a misty watercolored
smell. They tell me to stop and
smell the roses I agree.
I close my eyes, and I can travel
around the world.

I can remember the smell
of all things I love.

The smells of Khon Kaen Thailand

Just another day in Paradise!
Be a Hobo, and leave your mark.

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That question in some way is easy to answer.
I want to avoid all of them.

I go to another country to visit, understand
and know the other country. Knowing and trying
to always remember. I am a visitor. I have
the rights of a visitor in their house.

But this is not totally true.
I like to meet a some of the other tourist.

I have a lot of very good friends
that I have met traveling.
I have a lot of very good friends
I met that write me e-mails.

I have had a lot of readers ask me
what type of tourist I like to avoid and
so I will try to explain.

To be happy in life, and to enjoy
the animal called humans. We must
learn from experience a lot of small
rules. These are rules we collect and
keep in our memories of types of
situations that caused us problems
and maybe we should avoid in the future.

It is not possible to avoid all people
that caused problems, and a person
should not after one bad encounter
judge another person forever.

Plus there is also the situation when
the come and ask to be forgiven.
“Do I have to?”

THEREFORE to tell you what type of
tourist to avoid is the same type of person
that I avoid when I am at home.

There are good people and bad people
in every country. It is the percentages that
change. Some countries have a higher
percentage of jerks than others.

I have met some really good friends
in the strangest places, and for silly reasons.
Every time I meet a person.
I try to erase my memories of all past
experiences and let the person enter.

I want to forgive forever also anyone
that has hurt me, so the door is open.

How to advise you on this subject?

“I look for a place or country where
people want paradise. Where they
act and behave as they would want
in a perfect world.
Try to help them to have a job, food
and place to live.
Where I am able to erase past memories
of problems that other people caused.
I should also try or hope they will overlook
or forget when I was a jerk.
And not to forget. If for some reason I walked
on the wrong side of the road and want to
be bad, or I am provoked. I hope I am able
to avoid the person, or place and do not

That is a paraphrase comment of a very
famous quote.
Do you know the quote?

The book,
“The Ugly American.”
Is a profound and great book.
Written by 2 Americans, and in the proper
manners, is talking about themselves
and their own country flaws, to explain or
demonstrate specific problems.
A parable that applies to all nations.

They sacrificed themselves for the
benefit of the readers.

I would say that the one word that sums up
what the word ugly means, or what an ugly
tourist or traveler is....

SELFISH: Concerned only with oneself
Sort of I take and you give.
Make me happy.
If you do not.... I am angry.
I will give you nothing.


What people say...
Is who they want to be.
What people do...
Is who they are.

Look at their ACTION.
What they give.
....Another paraphrase quote..

I sit around and watch people.
I observe how they treat people.
The way they treat me is not as
important as how they treat others
Do they kick when a person is down?

Some people can dress like
a saint, but really be the devil.
Some can dress, and act like
a bum, but be an angel.
...Oops another Paraphrase quote.

There are a lots of people that demand
and expect to be treated good,
but think they have the right to treat
others bad.
.... And yet another paraphrase comment.

I could make a list of 10
things you should do or not do.
Make a laundry list of the bad
and the good.

But in the end.
I would only be copying or rewriting
another persons work.

So in the end
Avoid people that do NOT say Hello,
or give you a nod of the head,
a wink of the eye, or in some way
let you know you exist, and they are
happy you are in their world.

There is some bad fruit on
trees, and some good fruit.
Look for the good fruit, but do
not make the bad fruit feel guilty.
They have a reason to exist.
If nothing else to make you look good.
Life is always good.
Be grateful.

Hi Mom and Dad.
Thank you.
You did good.

Just another day in Paradise!
Be a Hobo, and leave your mark.

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Life is good.
The Hobotraveler.com

As always, these are suggestions. Please realize I am
giving guidance, and there are always other opinions.
“One mans paradise, is another mans hell”
This way we do not all go to the same place.

Article written by Andy the Hobotraveler.com
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“Peanut Gallery”
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as an experienced traveler.

Never trust a traveler that says
he know why he or she came to
the country.



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