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Radical Life: The Story From Deep In Rural Thailand

I Built a House in 2 1/2 Months

I’m now officially a permanent resident of Thailand, visa and all

Why? Here’s a recent comment on another post that provides an overview of my thinking. Essentially, one thing led to another.

Hey Bret,

Your last part reminded me of myself. I was all gung ho on this digital nomad thing, travelling the world in perpetuity in a 60L backpack. Well, Covid squashed that, so I end up here in rural Thailand, just finishing up building a house…well, taking it from about 400 sf (2 bedrooms and a bathroom) to about 1,400 sf, 4 BR, 2 bath, sitting room, huge kitchen. For the GF, her mom, 2 daughters 11 and 10; her sis, hubby, and 5 yo boy.

And I’m having the time of my life playing dad / uncle.

See the photo in m reply to Resurgent, above. That’s our bedroom and my workspace.

So this is my backup plan.

The snake is a white-lipped pit viper, photo taken right across the road. The other one was a baby (10″ or so) monocled cobra, right outside the back door from the kitchen.

I haven’t posted on this blog about Thailand life since here only 8 weeks, now 6 1/2 months: MY 8 WEEKS IN THAILAND #2 — THE MORALIZING OUTRAGE, March 15, and a day before my visa expired, just as the Covid scamdemic pandecon was gaining speed. What follows are the main events of a quite remarkable lemons-to-lemonade story, shotgun-bullet style:

  • Had a flight to Ho Chi Minh (Saigon) booked for the next day, March 15; cancelled
  • Scramble and book a flight to Hanoi instead, as I didn’t want to overstay my Visa; then can’t check-in because my Vietnam visa specifies HCM as point of entry.
  • Go to Thai immigration next day requesting 90-days because CovidFraud; they laugh at me and give me 7 days, for 1,900 baht ($60).
  • Rent a car, drive the 5 hours from Chiang Mai to Mae Sai; into Myanmar and back: 1-day “visa run,” as it’s called; 1 hour before I arrive, Myanmar stops 1-day border entry permits, formal visa only.
  • I jump on my phone, find the Myanmar immigration site, and there’s an expedited e-visa, 24-hour turnaround guaranteed, for $45; Takes 20-min to complete it, visa in email 1h 30m later, print shop, and go (threw both Thai and Burmese border peeps for a loop—that I could circumvent so quickly…they laughed out loud); so Thai visa reset, 30 more days, extendable for another 30 (this circumvention of Myanmar’s intention was shut down the next day).
  • The next day or so, Thailand starts the serious shutdown bullshit; all bars & restaurants closed except food takeout and it’s depressing, so I book a gitty-up-go flight direct to Koh Samui and snag a room at ARK bar Beach Resort; fabulous place, but also winding down and by the time I left back to Chiang Mai 8 days later, mine was one of two rooms still occupied in the 600-room complex.
  • Then I rent a nice apartment in Chiang Mai, Swiss-design and modern, about $300 per month; the insanity persists and deepens, like 10pm to 4am curfew, alcohol prohibition everywhere, etc. I kept part of my sanity by maintaining a middle-finger to the Mao Uniform (face mask)—fuck off with that subjugating, humiliating, virtue-signalling bullshit (Video: Covid-19 and Masks: An Awful Rant—removed by YouTube, now on Bitchute); plus, the apartment with excellent fiber internet and my Roku stick helped with sanity maintenance.
  • I got stuff so I could do cooking catharsis, and did some entertaining as well; the French expat bar-resto 100 feet from my front door helped; brushed up on French by using it every day, a first since departing the country in 1992 where I had lived and worked; alcohol prohibition meant coffee cups (German coffee=beer; French coffee=red wine; Irish coffee=Irish coffee—without coffee or whipped cream).
  • I bought an amazingly cool retro-style motorbike, early 70s Triumph-soul—but: 1-down, 5-up; 2017 model year, 200cc, 15k KM, $850 cash; GPX Racing — Legend—but mine is way cooler than the new ones.
Yui has a fully automatic Filano by Yamaha. So I ask: “can you drive a clutch & gears?” “RICHARD, I country girl; we drive anything.” And sure enough…
  • The CovidCrap droned on, making my focussed misanthropy more blurry by the day. See my posts on CovidInsantity, learn how I once again called it right from the outset, against the prevailing Idiocracy. Just scroll down the homepage of the blog, back to the April timeframe.
  • Finally a glimmer of hope & change: though you still couldn’t fly, take a bus, or a train, there was word that travel between the 70 provinces by car had been greatly loosened.
  • Digression: I met Warunee (“Yui”) my second day in Thailand and though I quite played the field for an initial couple of months, there was just something about her complete non-lovey-dovey and a-bit-aloof demeanor that kept me coming back for more “abuse;” but really, she was married on her 16th birthday, and had her two daughters—Chili and Wasabi—before she was 18; her ex (whom I’ve met) was 17 years her senior; at her 27, I’m 32 years senior and she would chew up and spit out any male under 40 and giggle about it; It’s all I can do to remain calm, collected, and stoic.
Never show teeth, don’t smile, never fucking tilt your head like a chick
  • Perhaps this is the best place to insert something about the exclusively male, projecting wankers who try like hell to get a comment through on my Thai-life blog posts—to no avail, as I’m smarter than their bed-wetting asses; none know full-context at all—just that I spent a few months chasing a variety of young Thai chicks initially and have remained relatively quiet for months here on the blog, there being more important things to do. Gaslighting charges of my debauchery varry, from insane to pedophile; the latter is LOL: every young, under-30 Thai chick I’ve been with is a mother; so, it’s these commenters who are wanking off to images and imaginations of children, projecting their own sociopathy.
  • I simply ask myself why any actual man would spend a second trying to make me somehow feel as miserable, ineffective, impotent, socially poor, and financially poor as it is. Huh? What you have beneath the facade is a wank-sock masturbator with gamer-like fantasies who can’t deal with its own jealous envy…because it’s a poor-ass wanker living in its own self-made lazy-place of squalor.
  • Back to the prescient: Yui had not seen Chili, Wasabi, her mom, or any family (her house is between the houses of two uncles—a family plot of land her late grandmother bought long ago, now divided up) in three months and I duly noted the anguish in the every-7:00am “GOOD MORNING!!!” video chat between her and daughters; I simply came to gather and make obvious conclusions about her: she’s in complete love with her kids and family; as with everything, I turned out to be right.
Reunited. The house-addition is just about a week in.
  • I rented a car and hired a professional Thai tour-guide driver for the 1,000 kilometer trip; we were to cross about 11 Thai provincial boundaries and no way was I going to be at the wheel for that in light of CovidHysteria. As it turned out, only 3 border checkpoints were manned and each one waved us through without even stopping.
Western folk tend to have Deer-Crossing signs. So sorry. You have to move to Thailand for Elephant-Crossing signs.
  • No, I was not culture shocked or otherwise shocked; Yui predicted that I’d hate it but she was wrong (27 years old, I reiterate).
  • She really had no knowledge that I grew up with much of the same sorts of simple things…the assumption of my ignorance results in a degree of hubris because she and villagers naturally assumed that even though I have lots more money than they, I don’t know shit about the country—the down and dirty rural village country; I dealt with that like any Richard Nikoley would: I laughed at them and demonstrated that I know what I’m talking about, even with their ways, such as construction methods; I built respect but it was hard and I had to shake off lots of derisive stuff that would have caused me to bite heads off, in America.
  • I only had to bite off her head a couple of times, in front of family and the workers in my pay: assertive, calm, not raised voice: “you do not get to talk to Richard Nikoley like that, ever.”
  • Later, Yui: “Why you have to show your power;” Me: “because you’ll eat me alive if I don’t.”

It was to be a few weeks trial. Once I had met the kids, ‘maaa’, villagers, the feral dogs, etc., I was hooked and I decided to finish their pathetic house her Brazilian 40-something BF of three years “built.” Yep, not only is she an “old man” aficionado, but she knows farang. She spent 9 months in Brazil over three trips. Hated it, but probably still loves philandering-Daniel, though. There’s even a dog named after him, here.

A text about the dogs, out to my ex-wife, steward of our dogs.

Let me tell you about dogs here. Some are kinda like people’s dogs, but not really. In this part of the village, there are about 6 or so roaming dogs. 2 females: American and Dum (‘dum’ is Thai for black, ’cause she’s a bit black color). The rest are males. No dogs are fixed, no dog has ever seen a vet. No dog has shots, anything.

After I got here, I asked Yui, “does anyone feed the dogs, or just what they can find?” “Just what they can find.” They eat a lot of pork and chicken bones, they scrounge the trash piles. Yet, they all look lean, muscular, in pristine health. I have never seen a dog formally fed. Not once.

Dum is in heat, all swollen. Obvious. The Thais either don’t care or are oblivious. The four males fight many times per day, narrowing it down. Now, only two out of 4 remain in pursuit. “Daniel” got into it big time. This morning, he had a lame back leg. Then, later, blood all over his head from multiple puncture wounds and an ear a bit mangled. He was laying around, lethargic.

I had half an idea to offer to take him to a vet and I’d pay for it. I didn’t, for fear of being laughed at. “What’s a veterinarian?”

Low and behold, an hour larter, he’s skipping around on all four, oblivious, and following Dum everywhere, along with another male. They are relentless.

I doubt a Thai person in any rural area like this has ever spent a single baht on a dog, yet they seem so healthy and natural. Free roaming, but they stick around, I guess because they figure it’s the best deal they can get.

None are the slightest bit aggressive to people, even the young children.

So, conclusion is that i like it better. Dogs as dogs.

I’ll add: there are a few dozen free-roaming annoying-as-fuck chickens here (partly why we built a perimeter wall), even newly hatched chicklets. These starving dogs do not touch them, ever. Shoo, growl, or snap them away, is all. Neither are the chickens afraid of the dogs, though they keep a ‘social distance,’ being every bit as smart as CovidSentinals.

Oh how the ignorant and unwashed live, eh? I’ll tell you another thing: I have never seen a pile of dogshit, ever not in 3 months: No. Where. I got curious enough to ask. “Oh, they go across the street in the forest.” There are no leashes here.

Neither are leashes or helicopters so, for the dozens of village children who are just as free-roaming. In times where there’s no school, they’re off and about with the other village children, doing kid stuff. They amuse themselves with piles of rock and sand, substrates for the concrete the house is made of. Oh, speaking of school.

First day back in school since the CovidParanoia. Fom the left, 11yo Chili, 10yo Wasabi, and 5yo Ninja—all in proper uniform.

And just like that, I love this country if for nothing else, children (and women) are kept in their place, helping to prevent them becoming petulant child assholes with their social games via clothing, devices, status, and all that; teach them at school….which, btw, is a 500-meter walk down the village lane, same place maaa Yui and her sister, Noon (pictured, maaa of Ninja), walked to school.

Dear sweet Wasabi. It costs poor Thai villagers a good portion of a month’s wages to outfit their children with all the required uniforms and yes, the teachers are in uniform as well.

Please do tell me again how the Wage Slaves of the West are so much better off, with most of their children being those they would otherwise want to murder, except for that single fact….

And, you incel MGTOWs, please tell me again what a sucker I am, while you hide behind a facade of faux masculinity where when stripped away, you’re really nothing but a humanoid with male genitals who shirks any vestige of responsibility. A man creates responsibility in such a way that a man cannot escape it…he seals his own fate. Children are the root of that; employees, another. Men do not abandon children or employees once responsibility is taken up. Man up, or “stop the Yak Yak,” as 27yo Yui says.

Beyond the financial support that makes things stable for the kids, it has been my solemn duty to teach them what I know. Preeminent in that is not only English, but proper and well-pronounced English. Generally, you have to catch a child before 7yo to get perfect pronunciation, So, this plays out interestingly.

Initially, I loaded the three usual suspects with Hooked on Phonics. No interest. So, I simply talk my head off with them. I don’t let them go get a translation from Maaa Yui.

“No, we’re going to figure this out.”

11yo Chili pops in, asking, “Richard, I need [something that sounded like “cream”] but she was twisting her hand as though turning a screw. “Let’s figure this out.” So I start quizzing her, she gets flustered, and calls out, “maaa Yui!?” “No, let’s figure this out.” I open a clothing cabinet door, point to a screw, do the same twisting motion. No joy.

But I sense she needs a tool, so I introduce the general concept, an invaluable and essential one. “You need a TOOL!” Then I keep saying tool, tool, tool and I make her pronounce it correctly. “No, not ‘too,’ “TO-WELL; now fast: tewel.” Now that’s established, I point to my tool box and she lights up. I take it down, and she picks the NEEDLE NOSE PLIERS and I make her say it over and over, then go into the sitting room where family is visiting to tell them what she got.

5yo Ninja is quite a different study. He hasn’t spoken but for one single word of English; but magically, he seems to understand everything I say by his actions. I tell Chili and Wasabi that he’s is going to leapfrog them both. Just the other day, everyone is at the afternoon market for food to cook for dinner (how it rolls, here, every day, 365). Only Ninja is here, it’s dusk and he’s out on the patio fiddling with something. I ask, just as I would to any American: “want me to turn on the light?” “YES!” he replies enthusiastically. Within months, he’ll be teaching his older cousins English.

…You’re curious about the house build and what it cost, I can tell. I’ll cover it.

How it turned out. Lower left bath, BR, and BR is what I started with. Not to scale.
I tried like hell to get Yui to go with something different. To the left is my original idea but to the right, I was trying to introduce the concept of Great Room with living and kitchen all in one. No joy. Not even close. Even though I was paying the bill, her way. Her dream. Now, you can be sore about that or, understand something.

Why did I do this? As I’ve told Yui: I didn’t do it so much for you; I did it for your mom and your daughters. It’s for real and it’s permanent. Folks seem to want to warn me: BEWARE THE THAI GIRL, YOU’RE JUST AN ATM.

And I laugh: Oh, you mean they’re honest about it?

I spent about $30,000 in the space of 10 weeks: about 20 of that on materials, 5 on labor, 5 on furnishings and amenities like audio-visual. Yes, I was my own contractor here in rural Thailand where the ubiquitous building skills (principally: masonry, concrete, roofing, and plumbing) fucking wowed me to such an extent my goal is to start a construction company here, because I can manage it, account for costs, and make a profit—impossible where I was born in the euphemistic Land of the Free. I went and bought materials directly and ferried them back or paid for delivery to site. I paid 3-4 highly skilled workers 150 baht per day above village scale of 350 baht ($11). I paid them 500 baht ($16) per day, seven days per week, solid 10 hours or more.

It’s cash daily. No taxes, no paperwork; and no, no facade of public safety with its veiled payoffs we call permits and inspections. Here, if you need to pay off, you do it directly, cash too. No euphemisms. Zero granting me permission to start this on day one and finish in 10 week’s time. But do tell me about your high American wages where you still can’t even keep up, as everything is being priced out of your markets all the time.

But what do I know about any of this, even though I was born in the biggest euphemistic joke in all world history: Land of the Free.

And metaphor is all you have left. And that’s a sad thing.

The build complete, the “house warming party” ensued. They call it something more akin to a blessing ceremony and the lucky number 9 prevails. For example, 9 monks from the local temple, close enough I can hear their morning prayer-chants in the distance from 4am onward, as ubiquitous and sure as your confidence that the sun will rise. I refer to it as a meaningful privilege but that doesn’t capture the feeling and why it motivates me to be up and about by 5am every morning, often earlier.

The day prior to the “party,” I asked Yui, “when does it start?” “They start cooking at 3.” Ha, little did I know. 5am next morning, lights come on, “it’s starting!” She means it’s going to start. Sort of like when my motorcycle arrived at the post office in Khukhan from Chiang Mail, 1,000 km away (yes, you can “mail” a motorcycle in Thailand, costs about $120), she gets a phone call: “motorcycle is coming.” They’re not big on tense.

“But you said 3?”

“Yes, they start cooking at 3,” meaning they started two hours ago, at 3am. Turns out the monks eat at 6:30 and 12:30, then they’re done with caloric intake for the day. Is that why they’re all lean, fit, and long lived?

All that being finished left a hole. Now what? I’ve got an air-conditioned house (4 separate units), smokin’ internet, TVs, Netflix that doesn’t buffer even it’s streaming to 3 TVs at once, free on-air satellite, a nice work space—and to my deep despair, a karaoke machine. Oh, God-Buddha, what mischief have I wrought?

I’d just completed my visa. I decided I need to “work.” You’re generally prohibited from working in Thailand, but there are things you can do, like own a business that employs Thai people, loan money, etc.

I financed all the start-up costs for a small restaurant in Lalom, now owned by Yui’s younger sister Nun (“Noon”).

Nun quit her job working in a cosmetics shop in Surin, her and husband moved here to occupy one of the four bedrooms, and within days of opening, is at a monthly run-rate of 30,000 baht net profit per month (after COGS and overhead). How much in dollars or Euros? Who cares? That’s arbitrary. The average wage for a Thai is 10,000 – 15,000 baht per month, she was making 15, now making double that, in her own business. I did not take equity. It’s a loan (a very high-priced loan).

Now we’re working on a business for Yui, a woman’s fashion shop. Same deal. No equity. A start-up loan (expensive).

The aim here was clear and simple.

  1. Take them from the squalor the Brazilian built to the nicest house in the village, thereby changing mindset from poor to middle-class with head held high. Consequently, you pick up after yourself, dispose of trash off the property, stay on top of laundry, wash the dishes before you have to because there’s no clean ones, and wash surfaces such as to reduce the ubiquity of ants and flying insects.
  2. Start micro businesses so as to become self-sufficient and not dependent on me should something happen or I decide to move on.
  3. Above all, this was never about creating or fostering dependency, or, pay for play. This would all be an embarrassing failure if they cannot be self-sufficient. That is the true, overencompasing value I’m providing. Money is fleeting. The ability to generate it is lasting and permanent. No exceptions.

That is all quickly coming to fruition, along with a gradual ability to operate in the English language, invaluable for the children and their future job or business prospects and opportunities.

As for me.

  1. I have another business in Thailand I’ve invested $5,000 capital in, so far. This is a capital investment, not a loan. Details are private, for the time being but it’s paying off very nicely and I’m looking to greatly expand that investment over time, should its initial success prove consistent.
  2. I’m energetically ramping up my online activities. This blog, producing videos, and building a pledge presence on Patreon, mirrored on SubscribeStar.
  3. I’m producing short videos for both the subscribe site and open-access on the blog almost daily.
  4. I’m up by 5:30am at the latest, every day, 7 times per week. I’m generally working until 8-9pm on projects to be rolled out on the subscribe site and open-access on the blog.
  5. I eat food from 10am until 2pm, then hard stop until the next day. Consequently, I’ve dropped 9 kilo (20 pounds) and counting.
  6. I eliminated alcohol from my life in favor of better things to do. I’ve tried life with alcohol and now, without, for the first time in 40 years. I prefer the later. Incidentally: this was, surprisingly, the easiest thing I did of all all of the foregoing. I guess I’d had enough. 40 years of boozing, and I came out the other end still healthy, still looking younger than my 59 1/2 years.

So, this constitutes The Big Overview. There are a million sub-stories to tell, in-depth, over time, while I make other stories, especially with the kids.

Oh, what a fountain of youth I’ve discovered. No excuses responsibility for children. Highly recommended, especially for an “old man” (as Yui calls me).

I gotta run or, more accurately, walk the kids to the village school—maybe 400-500 meters down the road. Because of the CovidHysteria that infected Thailand, too, they’re doing school on Saturday to catch up. I offer a juxtaposition.

The kids and moms here in Ban Laem Thong for the mother’s day honoring a couple of weeks ago, contrasted with the caged-animal fashions in Bangkok schools

I guess these rural country kids and their mothers just aren’t as informed, smart, and sophisticated as are all the urban-center “Karen” and “Ken” lemmings, regurgitating and mimicking all the narratives, slogans, bromides, and memes in the service of the general media, corporate, and state propaganda machine.

Later, bye, over, and out.

Update, I did an accompanying video:

Richard Nikoley

I'm Richard Nikoley. Free The Animal began in 2003 and as of 2021, contains 5,000 posts. I blog what I wish...from health, diet, and food to travel and lifestyle; to politics, social antagonism, expat-living location and time independent—while you sleep—income. I celebrate the audacity and hubris to live by your own exclusive authority and take your own chances. Read More

9 Comments

  1. Jill on August 29, 2020 at 04:08

    Permanent resident of Thailand, no you’re not.

    And yet, still having to do a visa run… definitely definitely not then. Hmm…

    You’re like the rest of us. A guest as long as the money’s flowing.

    • Richard Nikoley on August 30, 2020 at 16:23

      I did the visa run while still on a tourist visa, March 18. On July 23, while under the amnesty because Covid and travel restrictions, my Elite Visa was completed. So, no, no visa runs at all. Even on a Ed, retirement, or marriage visa, one does not have to do visa runs, just check in with current address at immigration every 90 days and renew annually.

      BTW, ‘Karen,’ what exactly is your REAL problem with the post?



  2. Maria on August 29, 2020 at 18:06

    Well, this was interesting to read! I find I agree with many (most?) of your conclusions, although I arrived at such views via a radically different path! (I am an American Catholic mother of six married to a Russian man whom I joke I imported, to sum up much of the differences in several words). I wanted to be irritated about this women and children knowing their places, but even if it is worded differently that I’d have done, I do think that matters are greatly improved when we all know the parts of life and such we answer for and work to meet the challenges, particularly when our motivation is the others. But anyway, will not sermonize, ha, I was mostly curious about one thing — do you not think that your mostly favorable experience in terms of work, society, all that, is due to having money? What I mean is, Thailand for those Thai (is that the right noun?) born into poor families and living in poverty I’d guess would be much harder to navigate than it is for you. It looks like you’re doing a running comparison of Thailand and America and concluding Thailand is vastly superior based on your experiences and means, but is this not in large part because you somehow were able to build up a good chunk of capital (presumably in America) to use there? Just curious.

    I have plenty of (what I suspect are somewhat romanticized?) ideas about life in Russian, especially in the social sense, their boys are boys, their girls are girls, they retain much normalcy (outside of the big cities especially), people have largely retained skills like sewing, building, all that stuff, boys fight as they tend to do, kids run around like kids, food is largely grown and put up, walking is necessary and regular, etc. But then my husband has found that life in the US, if you can avoid the pitfalls, is far preferable to life there, mainly because of the fact that one who has a mind to work can do so, can start a business, or find work, make money, be in demand, etc.

    (For what it’s worth, I have been to Russia many times, though not lived there, speak the language fluently, as a matter of fact we speak it at home as our family language, and such; my husband lived there til he was 24 when he came over on a fiance visa after I’d traveled to meet him after a year and a half writing online)

    • Richard Nikoley on August 30, 2020 at 16:48

      Hey Maria,

      Yea. Look, it wouldn’t offend me in the slightest if a woman were to say, “men need to know their place.” I’d applaud it, because just as women are defaulting from their traditional roles as bearer and principal rearer of children, and homemaker, it’s arguable that in some measure, men abandoning their roles of shouldering responsibility and providing a safe and secure environment for women and children to flourish is worse and contributes to women looking to the State for security, while engaging in various things like “divorce rape,” etc.

      And no doubt, this is how it is because of having more money. On average, this economy is about 1/5 – 1/10 of US (wages and costs of basics). But, it’s baked in the cake because you can’t live here beyond tourist status without money. An elite visa is about $30K, good for 20 years, basically carte blanche. A retirement visa requires you to have $30k deposited in a bank in Thailand. Still your money, but you have to renew every year and show bank statements that you still have those funds on deposit. A marriage or child support visa is about the same, but it’s $15K instead of $30K.

      If the question is, could a Westerner of average means get along, I think surely, especially in rural where virtue is recognized by your contribution to village community. You would need to learn the language and get accustomed to what I call “the hottest fucking food.” 😉

      I don’t spend much time or effort (yet) learning Thai, because my focus is teaching English, especially to the kids because then their career prospects amplify exponentially. I know some bilingual Thais who actually work for Western companies in Thailand, and command Western wages.



  3. Todd on August 30, 2020 at 08:33

    While the rest of the world is flipping their shit this year, and the US is particularly having a tough time with a bunch of dumb shit, you’re having a banner year. The enthusiasm for life right now is certainly evident in your writing. Glad you’re a producer and not an abuser like the majority of the land you left.

    Its also cool to see all the fresh, homemade food the rural Thai people make and to see normal people with normal body composition having normal human relationships. It’s like you’re back in 1950s America, but with an Eastern twist.

    • Richard Nikoley on August 30, 2020 at 16:34

      Todd, I often observe how much this is like my life growing up in the 60s in terms of food, family, sourcing through hunting and fishing, making use of EVERYTHING, nose to tail, list goes on. Good catch.



  4. Lynn Wright on August 30, 2020 at 15:31

    Thanks Richard for sharing your Thai life with us. It’s wonderful what you have done, what you have created for yourself and your beautiful Thai family. We can make life simple, peaceful and beautiful, can’t we? Looking forward to more stories, esp. Yui’s clothing store! I spent some months in Thailand in the 1990’s. Loved it. Food was phenomenal. The U.S. is getting more stressful, I keep wondering where I’ll end up? What state has the least repulsive, restrictive, repressive local government? I might end up in Thailand. Oh, yes, the driving there is out of control. That I so remember!

    • Richard Nikoley on August 30, 2020 at 17:05

      If I was still in the US, I’d head to a very rural area in a sane State. Arnold CA, where I was, is rural, but mountain, so half the year, the cold, dark, and snow is a bigger chore than I like. I’d probably end up in a solid red state, perhaps Idaho or something like that.



  5. S. Terkel on November 28, 2020 at 20:05

    What a great and inspiring story, Richard. I think I saw somewhere you posted about how your ex, Beatrice, is quite happy for you. Yui and her kids must be thrilled!

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