Tony In Thailand

An Unexpected Life in Thailand

Hi. Thanks for dropping by.

My name is Tony and up to mid-2013 I was living in Canberra, Australia and had been for 45 years.

Towards the end of 2012 I decided to take time out of a very stressful period of my life and have a couple of weeks holiday in Phuket, Thailand a country I have never visited.

After the staidness of Canberra Phuket was such fun. Constant activity and new sights, bright colours, wonderful cheap food, great massage, friendly people and pretty country away from the tourist traps.

Returning to Canberra suburbia, a public service job with zero satisfaction or feeling of usefulness and a future that had lost whatever purpose I thought it had previously led me to a total re-think on the direction of my life.

The end result of that assessment was a period of selling up everything, taking 12 months leave without pay and heading off for an adventure like I have never had before.

I arrived back in Phuket in June 2013 with the plan to spend a few weeks “holiday” there before heading off to explore some of the rest of Thailand. In September I was offered a voluntary redundancy from my job. After many sleepless nights I decided to accept the redundancy and also to retire permanently to Thailand, which I officially did on 1 November 2013.

This blog covers the range of topics from my original visit in 2012 through to my holiday period in Phuket and then on to my “real” life in Thailand.

I hope you enjoy exploring the blog as much as I have exploring Thailand.


The Journey

A Personal Reflection on Life’s Journey

I am a traveller on a train journey comprised of many carriages, every compartment separate yet each with a door leading forward to the next carriage.  Each carriage is full of its own energies, people, experiences and lessons.

The train speeds through countryside, following a fixed path – predetermined with an inevitable destination.  We wander from carriage to carriage imagining that it is we on the move, it is we determining the ride, while the underlying track is rushing below us unseen, unnoticed and focused without deviation at the purpose of our journey.

 We become absorbed in the scenery flicking past us through the train windows, the life of those around us, we constantly look for the excitement of new emotions and sensations, while the continuum of time slips beneath our feet, even while we feel ourselves to be motionless.

 We forget that our purpose as a traveller on this journey is not only play in the experience of the travel but remember that the source of the journey is also its destination.  The bliss of arrival in the place of our origin, our true home, and our own true self makes sense of where we have travelled to reach there.

I wrote this well over twenty years ago and I came across it the other day. It still seems as relevant now as it did then. I have just moved a few carriages since it was written.

What has really struck home to me is the amount of effort we put into planning our “train trip” and how determined life is to ignore our schedule.

My plans to retire at 60 with two superannuation pensions and a comfortable house in Canberra’s safe suburbia now looks pretty silly and certainly unachievable. But in the destruction of one fantasy another takes shape to take its place. Thailand opens the next carriage door.

Aged 58 – I look at my life, at the paths taken and the journey travelled that bring me perfectly to this moment.