I’ve been living in Bangkok on and off for two years now. It has become my base of operations, the place I return to when I am out of money and need to work. I’ve developed a network of friends, business contacts, learned the language, and mastered the city. But now this chapter in my life is over.
I first came here with my friend Scott in 2005. We were on holiday from work and, upon landing in Bangkok, decided the first thing we had to do was figure out how to get out. We hated the city. It was dirty, crowded, polluted, seedy, and boring. We were happy to leave. And when I returned to Thailand in 2006, I spent just ten hours in the city before I left for the islands.
But when I decided to learn Thai, I moved to Bangkok since this is the best place to learn the language (Bangkok Thai is proper Thai; learning it in one of the outside provinces would give me a harsh local accent). I figured I would tough it out for a month and leave. But soon things changed, and I found myself living in the city. Then before I knew it, I had fallen in love. The city has a lot to offer if you know where to look.
As I leave, I can’t help but think about all the things this city has taught me.
Bangkok taught me that first impressions are usually always wrong. I hated the city when I first came here, yet the longer I stayed, the more the city opened up to me and the more I found it an exciting and riveting place to live. Had I judged it by my first impression of it, I never would have stayed and I never would have enjoyed it.
Bangkok taught me that notions about safety are overrated. In the West, we are super safety-minded. And if we aren’t, someone will be sure to sue us. But here you see little kids driving motorbikes, people running across busy streets, jumping on and off buses, and walking on sidewalks with gaping holes leading into pipes. Western lawyers would have a field day here. But by living here, I’ve learned that safety, while important, is not as important as having a level head. Few accidents happen because most people are just conscious of their surroundings and use their heads.
So are notions about cleanliness. Last night, I ate Thai food on the street next to a motorcycle stand. The night before I had chicken BBQ made with chicken that clearly had been sitting there for sometime (on ice). The woman who cooks my Pad Thai uses her hands to make it. Yet here I sit, still alive. They say a lot of the reasons why children develop allergies is because we are so hyper clean that their bodies don’t develop a resistance. There’s no talk about peanut allergies and wheat allergies here. Our species lasted thousands of years a bit dirty. Bangkok taught me that a little dirt never really hurt anyone.
Bangkok taught me that I can be tone deaf yet still learn a tonal language. I love learning languages. I’m also horrible at learning them. It takes me a long time to pick a new one up. I still can’t roll my R’s when I speak Spanish even though I started studying it when I was in high school. Though I don’t believe it, my Thai friends tell me my pronunciation is very good. I’m not fluent, but I can hold a basic conversation with the taxi drivers. If I can get my head around Thai, my upcoming forays into French and German shouldn’t be so difficult.
Most importantly, Bangkok taught me I can make it anywhere. I moved here not knowing anyone or anything. I spent the first few days alone and on my computer. Yet within months I had made friends, got a job, found an apartment, and learned the language. I became a resident of Bangkok. I managed to survive and even thrive on my own without any help. Bangkok showed me that I could be self-reliant and independent. Now as I go to Taipei in the same situation, I’m not worried about anything. If I can manage in one city, I can manage in another.
Living overseas has taught me so much – more than can truly be discussed in one blog post. Making it in such a foreign city has helped me get over a lot of my travel fears. I am glad I made the decision to stay all that time ago. I am also glad I came back in August for one last stint in the City of Angels. I’m not sad to leave here though. I’ll be back again.
And now I wonder, after learning so much in Bangkok, what will Taipei teach me?