Archive for April, 2009

Stretched thin

April 23rd, 2009

My organisation has a performance-related concept called “stretch”. It measures how much stuff you do out of your “comfort zone” and I guess beyond your immediate job role.

I am currently feeling a little stretched thin. Perhaps when the current book is out of the way and Puppet 0.25.0 is released I can think about turning off some parts of the brain. Maybe just tired.

Creepy old men

April 4th, 2009

So I was last in Chiang Mai in 1997 or 1998 I think. Tourists were here but not in huge numbers. Even less so in the north at Mae Sae when I illegally crossed the border into Burma and got into a spot of bother.

Well now the tourists are here and the sleepy northern town ain’t so sleepy anymore. Among the tourists have come one of my most hated groups – sex tourists. Mostly creepy old men from Australia, the UK, Germany and the US. You can spot them straight away – sitting alone in bars or with small groups of very young Thai women clustered around their tables. The men with that look that says “I’m going to fuck some teenager tonight for the price of a cheap meal back home.”

I had heard the northern cities had them in abundance. Apparently, Northern women aren’t as pretty as those in the South but they are cheaper. More bang for your buck. From what I have seen the creepy old men make up about 50% of the tourists here; though that could be the season as it’s cheap to travel this time of year.

And the open prostitution is just the surface. Some of these creepy old men will like their partners young – children. The paedophiles are always there; lurking just below the surface. And there are always scum that will procure those children for them.

It sickens my stomach to watch these people. Their behaviour and exploitation makes me ashamed to be a man. And in the case of the paedophiles it is one of the few times I question my opposition to the death penalty.

Chiang mai – arrival

April 3rd, 2009

Sitting in the second airplane of the day. Left Melbourne at 1am bound for Singapore. Reasonably good flight and even got some sleep. The only excitement was the almost cliché: “If there is a medical professional on the plane could they please make themselves known to the cabin crew.”

The call was for the guy in the row next to us who was having some kind of heart attack. A doctor, who looked all of 14, appeared and after some discussion it was decided we would fly onto Singapore.

Changi was its normal busy self and we did window shop of gadgets. I had, yet again, forgotten power adapters but only realized when we’d left Singapore. :) . But I also bought a couple of R&Js that I will smoke somewhere downwind of Ruth (and if he is lucky share one with Marcus). Why they don’t have Montecristos in tubes I don’t know. *grumbles*.

But next stop Chiang Mai International Airport.