Monday, July 9, 2018

Plastic Paradise

Pattaya now versus this scene in 1972

No jet skies, no beach chair mafia, no plastic bags.

And I was 20 years old, so no grey hair or midriff spread either.

Thirty years ago the Old Roue visited Jomtien for seaside romance with a bargirl from Walking Street.

“It was sunrise. The sea was gin-clear and little fish were jumping from the water. It was magic.”

The ensuing decades have been rough on the Pattaya and its sister beach resort, as the fishing villages have been transformed into gigantic money machines carpeted by cookie-cutter villas and cloned condo blocks offering paradise on Earth.

The Old Roue hasn't seen Jomtien in a long time, but for several years I attempted the Sisyphean task of cleaning the beach in front of me, for every high tide deposited beer bottles, oil containers, fishing lines, shiny candy wrappers, and plastic bags onto the sloping shoreline. At low tide I harvested the trash into sea-worn rice bags. Within a half-hour the sand was devoid of any human refuse and I could smugly regard the pristine strand with pride.

While tourists rolled their eyes in disgust at my ecological efforts, the Thais from the beach cafes congratulated my work without ever breaking caste to aid my task. Such labor was beneath them and from under a parasol my girlfriend expressed her embarrassment at my caste-breaking effort.

“Tomorrow have plastic again. Every day have. You stop nothing.”

They were right and none of them made an effort to stop using plastic bags or throwing them in the trash. At least my son Fenway will see the beach as I saw it as a child.

Plastic bags are everywhere, as if the manufacturers were trying to seal the world in its product. The inventor of the plastic bag was a Swede, looking for a practical use for in the cellulose film produced by his company. Its monopoly was broken by Mobil Oil in 1977 and soon grocery stores replaced the paper bag with plastic.

At present approximately one trillion plastic bags are sold each year. 7/11 customers in Thailand love their plastic bags and any suggestion that the ubiquitous package be abandoned by consumers has been met with resistance by the manufacturers, however countries such as Bhutan, Bangla Desh, and South Africa have a complete ban on plastic shopping bags and Ireland imposed a tax resulting in a 90% reduction in their use.

I carry a cloth bag on my travels.

It's a small step in the right direction.

But one day the day of the plastic bag will come to an end, as governments realizes its true cost to the environment.

Hopefully the Earth will not be in a condom on that day.

The Answer Is Us

Last week Donald Trump's environmental minister resigned from office.

Scott Pruitt came from Oklahoma.

Baptists believe in God.

Not in Nature.

Trump has no idea about the onslaught of plastic, buyt neither do most Americans and people around the world. Me too.

There are only two answers to freeing Earth from plastic.

Deconsume and work for a ban of plastic.

Donald Trump doesn't have it in him.

Do you?

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Wonderful World of Yesteryear


www.2bangkok.com published this color photo on their website. The caption said 'Chonburi'. I have pinpointed its location to Wongamat Beach in Naklua. If only it was like that now. The problem was only few people could foresee the future and one of them was Mr. McGuire in the film THE GRADUATE.

Mr. McGuire: I just want to say one word to you - just one word.
Ben: Yes sir.
Mr. McGuire: Are you listening?
Ben: Yes I am.
Mr. McGuire: 'Plastics.'
Ben: Exactly how do you mean?
Mr. McGuire: There's a great future in plastics. Think about it. Will you think about it?
Ben: Yes I will.

There was no plastic bottles in 1967.

There are billions now.

And some of them end up on Wongamat Beach every tide. Plastic refuse lines Jomtien too. Any time I go their with my son Fenway I pick up all the trash. It's a Sisyphean task. His beautiful mother thinks that I'm crazy. At least he'll see the beach the way it used to be before plastic. Nothing but sand.

Groovy Bangkok 1969


It must have been tres groovy.

Groovy Thai-Farang Love Story


from http://www.idahostatesman.com/115/story/441154.html

Doug Kimmel, a young man serving in the Air Force in Thailand during the Vietnam War, looked forward to his regular trips across the shared base to the office of a pretty young Thai girl named Kathy.

She was suspicious of the handsome young American "because he was always trying to talk to her," said Dara Kimmel, Doug's daughter, who now lives in Seattle.

Then one day he came in and told her that it was a special day in America and asked if she would like to have dinner with him.

Kathy had learned a little English in school, but not enough to carry on a conversation with her suitor, certainly not enough to speak to him during a date.

"It was Christmas," Dara said. "And she said she would go, but her brother came along to translate."

She said that during that first "date," Kathy mostly sat quietly while her brother and her future husband chatted.

Not long after that, Doug came across the base to see Kathy again; this time he was in his full uniform. He shook her hand and then asked if he could write to her. He was going back to America.

During the next few months, he would write letters to her and she would occasionally write back.

Then came the letter from America with a marriage proposal. Kathy ignored it.

The letter was followed by a visit by officials from the U.S. Embassy in Thailand telling her that a man in America had asked her to marry him.

She didn't know what to tell them at the time, but she soon found her answer in a drug store window while shopping in Bangkok.

The answer was written on the face of a picture postcard. It showed a gypsy looking into a crystal ball with the word yes displayed on it. She had her answer, bought the card and sent it to Kimmel in America, Dara said.

While making arrangements to fly to the United States, Kathy's mother gave her some gold jewelry and told her daughter that if Kimmel didn't show up or if he treated her poorly, she was to sell the jewelry and come home.

Doug and Kathy were married for 32 years before Doug died of brain cancer at age 61 on June 20, 2008 at their home in Boise.

After college, Doug spent two years in Nepal with the Peace Corps. He joined the Air Force in 1972. Later, Doug went to work for the Bureau of Land Management as a surveyor and worked in Oregon and then Idaho, where he and Kathy raised their daughter.

"We had a great family. I feel closer because it was just the three of us," Dara said, explaining that she saw extended family only occasionally.

"He loved being outdoors," Dara said. "He was super fit. He liked to hike and take us to places where he had surveyed."

She said she and her dad enjoyed high adventure hikes that took them to Mount St. Helens and Mount Rainier in Washington, as well as hikes closer to home.

Kathy never had to sell her mother's jewelry, and the family returned to Thailand many times to visit her family, Dara said.

"He loved Thailand," she said. "And mom's family loved my dad."

Sunday, July 1, 2018

Groovy Thailand

The world was a groovy place before the Vietnam War.

Thailand was cool.

To see how cool go to this URL for 2bangkok.com

http://2bangkok.com/2bangkok-1969-1969bangkoktraveller.html

Or

Check out Kwuan Tai Duew Luk Phen YOU SHOULD DIE BY BULLETS from Thailand on youtubes

http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&feature=endscreen&v=bISD9hQQ4Wg

or Louis Kennedy - Poo Yai Lee on

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofrbj6bwTZs&feature=relmfu