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ISSUE:  143
DATE:  March 19, 2004
Hobo TRAVEL TIPS - Bangkok, Thailand - Connect Laptop in Internet Cafe
LOCATION: Bangkok, Thailand



Hobo TRAVEL TIPS - Bangkok, Thailand - Connect Laptop in Internet Cafe
Issue 143 - March 19, 2004
A Hobo trip around the world. Year 7
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         How I feel today...
        This weeks pictures.
        A daily web diary of my travels.
       Map of present location and plans.
~ HOBO STEW (A Dish of Meat and Vegetables)
     Location of Hobo and opinions
       One center of the Universe
       A review of something in my backpack.
       Why a Knife?
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         Nomadic Nights
         by Jeff Westin
         (Mongolia updates)
         Scott’s Bike Trip Around World
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~ HOBO TRAVEL QUOTES   - Back to top
How I feel today, or a start down
the proverbial travelers path.

If you come to a fork in the road take it.
 - Yogi Berra


- Backpacker - a person that carries a pack on their
back. In the traveler vernacular this is anyone that travels
probably for a minimum of a month, declares themselves
traveling on a the cheap, shoestring, or budget traveler and
carries the pack. Most are tourist with backpacks.
The lines between backpacker, traveler, independent traveler,
and Hobo are vague and full of confusion. Probably tourist
is the best definition if we are honest.

But... Backpacker: Carries everything the need to live.
Cook, clean, sleep anywhere inside or outdoors.
- A Traveler and Hobo goes with no plan.
- Tourist have schedules and planes to catch.

- A pick. Companion tool of the shovel or banjo.


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A lot of photos - The world unedited...

Night Market in Beijing China
Tiamanen Square in Beijing China
Great Wall of China and Train from Beijing China to Mongolia
Train to Mongolia - Telephone Men - HoboTraveler.com Shirts
HoboTraveler.com Shirts on China Girls
Toilet and Internet in Beijing China
Fur Coats in Mongolia

Gurs in Mongolia - Outskirts of Village
Gur in Mongolia and Inside the Tent - Goat
Horses for Rent in Gur Village of Mongolia - Inside view of Gur
Good Photos of Gurs - Jeff with Goat in Mongolia Ger

Typical Russia - By Francis
A Bartender in Russia
Train Photos of the Trans-Siberian Rail Cars Pictures Russia
Window Architecture in Russia Photos or Pictures
Misc. Russian Guy Saluting - Cow Skull - Ulaan Batar Statue - Monastery Mongolia
Mongolian Gur or Tent
Small Ponies or Horses for Rent at Gurs of Mongolia
Typical Clothing of Mongolia
Russian Windows or Architecture Two
Memorial to Soldiers that Died from Mongolia

Electrical Problems - Hobo T-shirts - Jeff with too many bags - Mongolia
Hostel - Black Market - Dead Soldiers - Mutton Pancakes - Ulaan Baator, Mongolia
Orange Juice - Airport Tax - My backpacks - Wendy from Taiwan - Ulaan Baator Mongolia
Travel Gear

Knife in Hobo Gear Corner

Connection your computer in an Internet Cafe


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One center of the Universe

How are you?
I am fine and by the time you read this I will be on the beach
in Koh Pha Ngan Thailand. I flew into Bangkok, Thailand after
having my fill of the lack of hospitality of the Russian Embassy
and Tour Companies in Mongolia. I walked into the tour company
to pay for my Visa to Russia and other assorted extortion fees
and I was so put off by her manners that I said to h#$% with it, and said,
“I want to go to Eastern Europe by way of Russia,
I will fly to Thailand first. It will be easier and cheaper.”

Hard to believe, but I can fly from Ulaan Baatar, Mongolia to
Thailand for 370 Dollars U.S., then fly to almost anywhere in
Europe for 275. I figure that I can miss Russia with Love and not
have to lose my mind. Although on the other side my friend Jeff
that has went onto Russia without me wrote and said something
about an idea of nice Russia women. I will enter from Finland or
Estonia in the next year to see what the insinuations and comments
Jeff is talking about in Russia, and I suppose Russia could have
good architecture for me to observe.

I have spent the last few days catching up on Internet work and
re-stocking my backpack with the miscellaneous thing like coffee,
clean clothes, and other widgets. Bangkok, Thailand is like
Quito, Ecuador a good place to buy the things you lost or are
missing cheap. It appears to be quite a bit cheaper and
easier than India, plus less honking of car horns.

I will spend a few days on the beach getting back my tan, and
seeing who is playing in the waves, take a few photos of them,
and then over to Had Yai to visit a friend. I will return to Bangkok to
get my Visa to Cambodia and try to figure out the best route
from Bangkok to visit these three countries.

1. Philippines
2. Cambodia
3. Vietnam

There are some Visa cost factors to consider and maybe the
plane cost also, ideally I would fly to the Philippines, then fly to
Saigon, Vietnam or probably correctly to Ho Chi Minh City which
is becoming the exact opposite quickly I hear from the wishes or
dreams of Ho Chi Minh and his communist desires. I guess
Communist are starting to admit that something is broken,
and there are better ways…

I would travel by land from Saigon to Cambodia and onward to
Thailand where I would maybe, and cross my fingers I stay close
to this route would go on to Rome, Italy for more beach time
in the south of Italy.

I am happy and life is good here in Thailand, like a homecoming
to a familiar feeling and comfort zone. Thailand is a beachy,
watered down, love you cheaply, with no time to talk world, plus
there is no string in the whole country to bind you up. A place
to visit, and try to escape with girls that look like girls.

I got some help from a couple of Hoboes in Mongolia for this
weeks photos. Jeff my friend and traveling companion for the
last month, and Francis a very astute Canadian
go-to-the-way-bottom-cheap traveler with a way with words and
candor has given me some large, monstrous, and complicated
digital photos to shrink wrap, resize, and refit to an internet friendly

(That translates to; the photos were a real pain to prepare.)

But all is good, and we will soon have photos of beach people.
Life is Good

Chicken Fried Rice - .75 Cents U.S.

Today's go this way is on:
Nomadic Nights
by Jeff Westin

Today’s tip is on:
YOU'VE been waiting! Mak Mak
How to connect your laptop in an Internet Cafe?

Just another day in Paradise!
Be a Hobo, and leave your mark.
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Life is good.
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My daily cost is about $15
Hey? I just gave you 20 Minutes of entertainment
at my expense. How about a buck? A Dollar?
A Euro? A Pound?
This letter is free, but I need your help. I have run
away from home! I be Hobo.


Let's talk about the gear, clothing, equipment, and other
fun toys and paraphernalia for Hobo Travel.

What I carry? - A cheap one long-blade jack knife.

Rule of thumb: I want it big enough clean a Pineapple
and easy to clean with very few cracks and crevices.
Cheap enough I do not cry when I lose it.

I have a new jack knife because Jeff forgot and left one
of his in the Hostels in Ulan Batar, Mongolia. I had this
red long thing that I purchased in Thailand, but it was broken
and I have now replaced it with Jeff blade popping, but efficient
jack knife. I think he paid about 3 dollar which was 2 dollars
more than I wanted to pay, but this is a pretty good knife and
is about 20 times cheap than a Swiss Army Knife.

I personally do not like to lose expensive toys. But the Leatherman
is a perfect little expensive toy with a pair of pliers. Hopefully I find
one of them, I like the pliers. But that one is heavy and for me
to pay money I want simple and clean, or find somebody
has lost or left behind... Hehehe - It happens a lot!

This one is simple, clean, fun, and will cut a Pineapple.
Try cleaning peanut Batter out of a Swiss Army Knife.
(Jeff, next time I see you... I have your knife.)

Thanks - I BE HOBO
I would never sacrifice all the pleasures of life and
consider this required gear for my home on my back.



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Jeff helped me on the Mongolian thing.
Thanks Jeff, say hi to Russia...
Jeff has his own newsletter so written as if he
should know all of you...!

Nomadic Nights
by Jeff Westin

Hello once again, my friends! You are probably wondering
what happened to me after such a long absence from these
travelogues. For the last month, I have been traveling through
Nepal, Tibet, China, and Mongolia with my friend Andy
(and briefly with large group in Tibet), and I have not had as
much time to write until just recently. I am currently in
Ulaan Baatar, Mongolia, and tomorrow I head up into Siberia.
I have finally written a few more updates on my travels in India,
Nepal, Tibet, and China, and will send out some "back issues"
shortly. But today I wanted to fill you in on my most recent
adventures here in the Mongolian countryside.
Hope you enjoy it.

I had spent several days in Ulaan Baatar before heading
out to the country, but those days taught me little about the
daily life of the average Mongolian. The majority of the
Mongolian population are quite isolated from the capitol
city and live a semi-nomadic lifestyle, tending sheep and
cattle in the hills and the desert. Although cars are now
quite common in the capitol, horses, ox carts, or a good
pair of boots are still the main forms of transportation in the

When I ventured out of the big city on Sunday, I immediately
saw a change in the landscape and the lifestyle of its inhabitants.
Instead of the gloomy gray Soviet-era apartment blocks of
Ulaan Baatar, I began to see more and more gers (the traditional
Mongolian tent, made of canvas and animal skins) scattered
across the landscape. The further we progressed from the city,
the farther apart these homes became, forming isolated outposts
in a desolate, snow-covered landscape. The Western-style pizza
joints and disco bars gave way to frozen rivers, tree-covered
hills, and grazing horses.

About an hour after leaving the city, we
turned off the main road onto a snow-covered track leading into
the hills. From that point onwards, we made good use of the
Russian truck's 4-wheel drive capability as we bounced and slid
over the icy turf. Frosted trees and frozen rivers passed by my
window, as horses, sheep and cattle burrowed through the powdery
porcelain mounds in search of a few blades of grass below.
As I watched this menagerie pass by, we gradually moved further
and further away from the comforts of the city, steadily approaching
our remote destination. About an hour or so from the highway, a
tiny hamlet came into view on the horizon, and my guide indicated
that this was our destination. Six families had pitched their gers
here in the shelter of a shallow valley, constructing rudimentary
but functional wooden enclosures for their animals around their
portable homes. After introducing me to the son of the family
with whom I was to stay for the next few days
(The rest of the family had gone to a nearby town to celebrate a
national holiday) and having the obligatory tea and dumplings,
my guide and driver left me, promising to return in four days.

So there I was, in the middle of the Mongolian countryside,
surrounded by snow, sheep, and tree-covered hills. My host
had an English vocabulary of around 20-30 words, enough to
communicate the basics, which far surpassed my knowledge of
Mongolian. I made him a present of my Mongolian phrasebook,
which seemed to make him quite happy, and facilitated any
discussions we might have. Even so, our dialogue was minimal.
This suited me fine, since one of my objectives in getting away
from the city was to have more time to read and write, things
I haven't had much chance to do in awhile.

The first night, relaxation was at a minimum, due to the constant
stream of visitors. Seemingly the entire community came to peer
at this new foreign visitor and laugh (in a good-natured way)
at his inability to understand Mongolian. Raucous vodka-drinking,
talking, smoking, and horse-riding continued late into the night,
irregardless of the foreign guy huddled nearby trying to sleep.

The next day, we took the horses over to visit some friends a
couple of hills away, where the tea, buuz (Mongolian dumplings
favored by the nomads), and vodka ritual was repeated. Whenever
you visit a nomad's tent, the first thing you are offered is tea and
a sort of hard cookie that you dunk in the tea to soften it. Mongolian
tea is rather odd and not particularly pleasing to most foreigners,
as they add salt to their tea instead of sugar. The tea reminds
me of what I imagine hot seawater might taste like, should anyone
take it into their head to drink it. However, the cookies are pretty
good, and serve to tide you over while the hosts prepare the buuz.
Buuz is normally made from goat or mutton, which is finely chopped
(along with a healthy portion of fat), placed inside a circle of dough,
and wrapped up into an apricot-sized sphere. The balls of dough
and meat are then steamed over the wood stove that dominates
the center of every ger. The buuz are served in a communal bowl,
and each person grabs what they want, eating with their hands or
with forks, according to preference.

After several hours socializing t the neighbors' place, and learning
that Mongolians apparently have much different rules of checkers than
the rest of us, we headed back to our ger by a different route. On our
return journey, we headed directly over the hills, rather than skirting around
them on the main path, and we were treated to some spectacular views
as we plodded through the untracked snow. The sun had come
out from behind the clouds while we were inside, and the snow
sparkled in the afternoon glow. As we reached the top of the last
hill, we had an excellent view down to the gers below, and the horses
picked up the pace heading downhill, aware that home was near.

That night things appeared much calmer than the night before,
which seemed a little strange, since that night was a holiday.
After a reasonably good meal of boiled goat meat and pasta,
everyone, including my host, took off for another tent, leaving
me to sleep in peace -- or so I thought. Not long after I had settled
in to go to sleep, someone entered and made their way over to
the light switch. Assuming that it was Batter, my host, I didn't pay
much attention. When the dim light switched on, however, I
discovered that it was the fifteen year-old neighbor boy (who
seems to spend an inordinate amount of time in this tent, rather
than his own), who promptly sat down and started smoking a
cigarette. He proceeded to ask me in sign language if I was
sleeping, an observation which seemed obvious to me, due
to the fact that I was lying undressed in my sleeping bag with
the lights out when he came in. After ascertaining that I was
indeed trying to sleep, he continued with his normal entering
routine, which consists of switching on the television for about
five seconds, adjusting the volume, and then turning it off again;
then turning on the radio way too loud; and finally sitting down to
light another cigarette and stare at me. He then persistently asked
me several things in Mongolian, as he generally does, to which I
repeatedly answered that I did not understand and I was trying to
sleep. To his credit, he did bring me an extra sheepskin jacket to
put over my sleeping bag, although he mostly succeeded in
manhandling my legs as he arranged it. His request to sleep in
the bed nearby seemed strange to me (I would come to understand
why later), but I figured that would allow me to sleep, so I told him
to go ahead. As I realized later, this was the calm before the storm.
With the exception of one or two more minor disturbances, I
soon fell asleep.

At around four or five in the morning, I was
abruptly awakened again by a group of loud, drunken nomads
who stumbled into the tent. Undisturbed by the prone forms on
the beds around them, they proceeded to pour each other
copious amounts of vodka and vociferously debate a number
of subjects. As I sat up and dressed, still quite bleary-eyed, Batter
found the phrase book I had given him and proclaimed loudly
"I'm sorry", which was soon echoed at high volume by his comrades.
Much hand-holding and kissing on the cheeks ensued, along with
several more rounds of apologies, and the drinking and merry-making
continued for several more hours. It was then that I understood
the exodus of my teenage companion in the next bed, and I
wondered if he ever got to sleep in his own bed.

When the revelers finally left just as dawn was breaking, the
animals decided that it was their turn to disturb my sleep, and a
cacophony of barking, bleating, and mooing conspired to rob
me of any last hope of a pleasant sleep. One particular young
goat adamantly demanded attention, crying loudly and running
around the ger. (I should note at this point that the neighbor boy
appeared to sleep through all this noise, as I had noticed Batter
do on other occasions. I suppose they must be used to these
sounds, just as people who live near railway tracks learn to drown
out the whistle of the trains.) When neither of us responded, the kid
proceeded to jump on our beds and bleat in our ears, promptly
retreating when we moved. At one point, I succeeded in
capturing the kid and holding him down, which kept him silent for
awhile. This allowed me to rest for a short while, curled around the
now-silent goat, with the only downside being that my arms
were exposed to the chilly air. However, before I could completely
fall asleep, the noisy fellow escaped and resumed his
incessant cries.

After finally giving up on sleep, I got out of bed about the time
that Batter was returning home once again. Although the first two
nights had been a little hectic, that day proved to be exactly what I
had been expecting and wanting. As a snow storm raged outside and
Buttar slept off his hangover on a bed nearby, I finally had the
chance to do the reading, writing, and relaxing that I had planned.
Apart from occasional trips outside for more firewood, I
contentedly sat on my bed and enjoyed more quiet time with
my pen and book than I had experienced in the previous month.
Between this, the snowy nomad life, and several days of
horseback riding, I finally felt like I had experienced the real Mongolia.

(Although some people may wonder how reading and writing
pertain to experiencing Mongolian life, if you understand how
much tedium, boredom, and free time are involved in a nomadic
shepherd's lifestyle, you begin to see the relevance.)

Gurs in Mongolia - Outskirts of Village
Gur in Mongolia and Inside the Tent - Goat
Horses for Rent in Gur Village of Mongolia - Inside view of Gur
Good Photos of Gurs - Jeff with Goat in Mongolia Ger

Jeff Westin
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Thank you Jeff

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How to connect your computer in an Internet Café?

Sometimes I analyze too much.
“Analysis paralysis”

This is just too easy…
Once I disconnect my brain...

That is if you have windows XP or something similar
and an RJ45 jack on the back of your computer.


So if you bought your laptop or notebook in the last couple of
years you are maybe ok, and if you did not you may be also.
But you will need whatever it takes to get that RJ45 jack
 somewhere on your computer.


Almost all Internet Café’s have over one computer. I would
say most on the average have 5-10 computer and they connect
to the Internet with a dial-up telephone connection. All the
computers share this ONE telephone line and this is why it
is sometimes slow. In some of the newer places they will
have the broadband or high speed and share it with about
20-40 computers, in the end about the same, unless you are
the first in the Internet Café like me. Then I share it with the
owner and myself until the rest of the travelers get out of bed.
The worst time to go to the Internet Café is around
7:00 PM to 10:00 PM. This will guaranteed you have a slow connection.

99.99 percent of computers in Internet Café's are connected
with this little cable that has the RJ45 end on it. I guess they
call it a LAN or maybe a network, but that is not important.

By the way, most Internet Café’s do not serve drinks.


1. Walk into the Internet Café with your computer.
2. Hand it to the owner.
3. The Internet Café will assist you and help you connect.

!!! Go to another Internet Café!!!

There are terms like TCP and LAN and other acronyms
and terms I could educate you on, but this is not needed.
The person in the Internet Café will help you, and if they
give you the “Blank” or just do not move, walk away and
find one that is User Friendly Café.

1. 60 percent of the time your automatic configurations
in your computer will allow you to just plug in and play around.
2. 40 percent of the time you will need to have a lot of
DNS numbers, and other acronyms to get it to work. The
only one that really understands this is the manager,
so let them do it.
3. If they do not connect you quickly, do not let them play.
Excuse yourself and go to another place.

You will only be able to use your computer in about
1 in 7 of the shops you enter, or less. I suppose in Europe
you will do better, but most of the world is user friendly.

About 80 percent of the time the man or woman points,
I walk over to a computer, pull off the cable and connect
it to my computer. When I am finished, I reconnect it to
the computer that it belongs to.

So the secret in a nutshell is:
Walk into an Internet Café and say…
“Connect me please.”


I now have a need for speed. I can do so many
more things and play so much better.
Life is easier with a direct connection
between my brain and the Internet…

Just another day in Paradise!
Be a Hobo, and leave your mark.
Hobotraveler.com was HERE!

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
On year 7 of Hobo trip around the world.
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Fun tips - Here's a little tip from me, to you,
as an experienced traveler.

Northern Hemisphere
Go North in the Winter,
North in the Summer.

Southern Hemisphere
Go North in the Winter,
South in the Summer.

But better to ask. They sometime change
what you may call winter or summer.



As from the subject stated my name is John F???,
I'm 22 years old and live in Wise, VA. USA. I don't expect you
to know where that is but thats beside the point. I won't try to take
up much of your time because I'm sure your busy and have many
other e-mails to respond to. I guess the reason that I'm writing is that
I stumbled across your website and looked for hours of all the
different places you have been to. I am wanting to pretty much do
the same thing, I have wanted to travel since I was 11 to other
places. That has been my only true ambition in life is to just see
as much as I can and experience as many different cultures as
possible that I can. So I guess my question to you is would you
ever consider taking on a traveling companion even if for a short
while to "show me the ropes" so to speak so I would become a
more experienced traveler and know what to look out for and
such. I tried talking many different friends into this but no one I
know is as open-minded as I am about this. They all want to settle
themselves in life and like I said that isn't what I'm wanting. If you
get a chance to get back to me that would be great even if its for
advice or maybe where to go first. I have always wanted to go to
Thailand or Amsterdam first mainly because it is cheaper and
there are many backpackers there as well. I hope this gets to
you and if you respond thank you in advance for whatever
you may say.

Fellow wannabe,
John F???

Yes, I do consider taking on traveling partners. I am normally
thinking about women and not really the answer to your question.

It would be fun to have either a writer, photographer, or webpage
person to help me and have fun learning and playing around while
I wander around the planet. I suppose for a couple of weeks to
follow the trail and have a slave would be fun, if I could get you
to help me on my newsletter, travelogue, photos.

Have a partner in crime is good. I suppose a rich girl with
a large camera from France would be my first choice.
Or maybe an Israeli girl with too many brains and curly
black hair. Rich is preferred.

But to be serious, all is possible, and I am just a Hobo
and the Camp is open to all to come and visit.

Andy HoboTraveler.com going to the beach to look
for writers, photographers, poets, and curly hair.


Hola Andy!

This is Åsa from Oaxaca Mexico, then La Paz Bolivia.
About camping in Finland, you can do that. In Denmark you cant,
it is really strange. You can sleep anywhere in a campingbus,
but as soon as it is a "husvagn" a caravan, house on wheels which
is not a car at the same time you can not, no tents without permission.
In Sweden, Norway, Finland, thats ok and free of cost. But! In Sweden
you can put up your tent at one place for 1 night, then you have to
move it some meters, for not destroying the land.

Its amazing how long you have been travelling..
How many miles would that be..?

Un beso grande de Åsa


Hello Asa,
Must have been at least 6 years ago we met.

I think I have the map. I can go to Norway, Sweden, and
Finland if I understand your English I can camp.
That is three of the world most expensive countries, but
I could walk or hitch across the country and park a tent
along the side of the road. Then the only problem would be
showers and electricity.

I have no idea how many miles. I am trying to map the whole
trip and will soon sort of know. Hope life is good.
Big Kiss
Un Beso Grande de Andres
Un Mochilero de el mundo.


Having only recently discovered your site, I have to thank you for all
the info. on India as I desire greatly to visit that location at some time,
hopefully sooner than later. Just wanted to make one comment though in
response to a comment that you made regarding a fellow asking you "What are
morals" (in a conversation about drugs, you asking if drugs are moral) and
you answering (to paraphrase) that the guy did not consider at all the
concepts of good and bad. I fear you misunderstood him. He was saying
something very important to you, namely that the concepts of good and bad
are entirely relative and subjective. What's "good" in one place is "bad"
someplace else. Ultimately, at some level beyond out ability to understand
intellectually, there is no good or bad. Evolution has created taboos for
humans to coexist..the species can continue to propagate and survive only
if there is some order to its actions, therefore beliefs about things being
good or bad. I fear you missed his point, but hope I have been able to
provide a bit of positive input. In any event, thank you again very much
for taking all the time to provide so much information on a country I look
forward to visiting very, very much.
While the hygiene situation may have much room for improvement, you must
admit they have some incredible mental and logistical skills, considering
both the incredibly sophisticated philosophies and incredible complexity of
the architecture of the buildings of a couple of thousand years or more of
age. I have travelled extensively thru Mexico, and while the dirt may be
as you describe the situation in India, from the endless photos on the web
of India that I have reviewed, and having read of Yoga and Hinduism for
over 30 years now (we are the same age, basically, one year apart, I'm 48),
Indian culture has a sophistication that Mexico can not come close in
Thanks again. Take care.

Yours Sincerely,
Alan Miller


A very good and constructive comment. Thank you.

You said,
"I fear you misunderstood him. He was saying
something very important to you, namely that the concepts of good and bad
are entirely relative and subjective. What's "good" in one place is "bad"
someplace else."

Although I am not able to find this comment easily because of
time and money issues. I do sort of remember the offhand comment
I think I made in my travel log or blog. It is difficult to remember when
all you do is ramble and people read it.

First of all the blog needs to be read as my person thoughts and
not as any well-thought-out comments. I just spit out ideas.

I agree totally with you about good and bad is different in each
country or culture in the world. But I did not mis-understand the person
on drugs and he did not say anything "important."

Of course I was there and know that 99 percent of travelers use
some form of juicy rational as do readers for why they should have
vices, addictions, debauchery, and other funs and nefarious terms.

I BE HOBO.... I be no saint. I can make my mother and good ole
boy grimace with a comment. But...

The question of GOOD and EVIL?

Good leads to clarity.
Clarity leads to serenity.

Evil leads to confusion.
Confusion is the devils only friend.

I weighed him by his intentions.
He was searching for confusion, and found his friends.

Emotional Vampires: People that make you feel weaker
from talking with them.

I do believe that principles of good and evil supercede
borders, boundaries, and cultures. If this is not true,
then suicide bombers, child sex, rape, and me taking
anything and everything I want is acceptable.

Or let me translate your comment:
What's "good" in one place is "bad"
someplace else."

If people do it someplace, then it is ok.
Totally freedom to be bad.

Why do people sit around trying to justify being
a bad boy? Lead us not into evil. I can find my own way.

I am what I am, and that is all I am.
Popeye the Sailor Man!


Philosophers need money, too.

Thank you for good ideas, good writing, good pictures.

- Dave W
Reno, Nevada, USA


This man has donated money and I thank him.
He has supported my travels and my work
and these words of kindness are appreciated.
I was a Philosophy major in college, but this is maybe
one of the first times I have been called a "Philosopher."
Not exactly what I studied... Hehehe.

I am working hard to make a Hobo Traveler Community
online with all the bells and whistles for you. Online guide,
place to put your travel logs, chats, forums, maps, and
travel search engine. My newsletter is just a bunch of noise
from me, to give me and you something to do.

Presently I am just making it, and if I can get over the hump
and get some world type advertisers that do not in anyway
impede my ability to tell it the way it is, then I will reach solvency
and life will be better. I ask for one dollar U.S. Donation.
This guy is paying for a hundred of you.

Note that hopefully soon I will get the necessary corporate
support... (That sounds scary for a Hobo) and I will get rid
of the donations section, or everyone could send a dollar.

Thanks Dave
Andy the Hobo Noise Maker



Good Deal Andy. I didn't know that 6 dollars went to you
(you might want to say that somewhere in the donate link).
Regarding the 3 day sponsor....that was just a feeble way to say
I was hoping you would go to Estonia. No need to put my name
in the newsletter. 36 dollars is nothing for the amount of entertainment
I get reading your analysis, ranting, raving, etc. It is a breath of
fresh air to read a fellow traveler that is inclined to a solid foundation
(God, family, friends) and generally has a more conservative view,
but is not pedantic.

Take it easy,
vicarious Dave R

(Different Dave for you analytical readers.)


Had to look up the word "Pedantic," just to be sure.
I am happy you enjoy my ranting.

"inclined to a solid foundation (God, family, friends)"

Say thank to my Mom and Dad, family and friends.
Buster S, and a few mentors.
I am a product of their good works.

I am not sure exactly where the Hobo running-on-empty
world with a sharp tongue came from? I am not sure,
but the smart tongue may be self-defense training against
my three sisters. 1-3 Ratio - A fair fight, but I win.

Thanks for the donation.
Yes, paypal.com has somehow put a shipping fee that
is hooked at the hip to my donations. I cannot figure out
how to have it, but not have it, but nonetheless it all goes
to me. I wish people would put one dollar in an envelope
and mail, just too easy. Life is good.

Sponsors for countries.. hmmm?
Estonia sounded so good. I will get it on the round about.

Thanks Andy

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