Category Archives: Thailand

ES TUT MIR LIED by Peter Nolan Smith

My high school German professor smoked cigarettes in the classroom. Ashes from his dying butts dropped onto his black cassock, as I read Kafta’s DAS URTEIL from a blue book. “Du sprechet wie Arschloch,” accused the toadlike brother with a tobacco-ravaged voice. “Jawohl, Bruder.” Spelling like an asshole was not good for my grades. Boston […]

The Chiang Mai Guesthouse

The odds of surviving a head-on collision with a pick-truck while driving a motorcycle are not in favor of the motorcyclists, but I was lucky enough to walk away from such an accident in the North of the Thailand back in 1990. I was unscathed. My left wrist was warped like the neck of a […]

DUST THEN MUD by Peter Nolan Smith

Thailand was a different world in 1990. Shady trees lined the sois. The klongs of Bangkok led to the Chao Phyra River. Barges transported rice from up-country. After a short stay at the Malaysia Hotel I was ready to head north to Chiang Mai. The train from Hualamphong Station left at 6pm. I booked a […]

A DUSTY ROAD by Peter Nolan Smith

Thailand was a different world in 1990. The klongs of Bangkok led to the Chao Phyra River. Barges brought rice from up-country. After a short stay at the Malaysia Hotel I was ready to head north to Chiang Mai. The train from Hualamphong Station left at 6pm. I booked a 2nd Class AC sleeper. The […]

Jesus Jah Ma

“I have nothing against Christ. It’s your Christians I hate.” This remark has historically been attributed to Saladin the Arab Jihadist during the Crusades. I feel the same way about most religions except beer-worshippers. “Every day is Beermas,” my mate Nick declared at Pattaya’s Buffalo Bar with the fervor of a suicide beer-drinker. “The same […]