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    Any Isaan village dwellers here?

    I am getting tired of Bangkok. The traffic, overcrowded, pollution and I think a kind of disdain for farang. I keep getting colds, don't sleep well and my BP is is up and I think it is partially due to city life.

    Did heading upcountry to Isaan improve your life?

    What activities do you do there?


    What do you like or dislike?



    What is village life like?

    Give me all the pros and cons and give it to me straight!

    The wife suggests we hightail it to Loei. But of course that is where the Thai family is and she has some land in a village that looks like it is out of Apocalypse Now . I was thinking Korat, but that seems to have traffic, pollution and hordes of Thais too.

    Any thoughts on where is best?

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    I tried, too boring. I just moved to Sriracha, but not in the city, out a little more rural. It is halfway between BKK and Pattaya. I love it.

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    Part time. You really are best to have tow places. One in rural and one city, so you can still get some western food and supplies. You'll go bonkers living 24/7, 365 days a year in the village.

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    Udon is a good compromise.

    You can get/build a cheap gaff in Ban Fekwit, but pop into town for a dose of civilisation whenever you need reminding that you are a human.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Marmite the Dog View Post
    Udon is a good compromise.

    You can get/build a cheap gaff in Ban Fekwit, but pop into town for a dose of civilisation whenever you need reminding that you are a human.
    And a big plus is they have an airport.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Boon Mee View Post
    And a big plus is they have an airport.
    International, too!

    Also, Udon doesn't suffer from plagues of Chinks.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Marmite the Dog View Post
    International, too!

    Also, Udon doesn't suffer from plagues of Chinks.
    Really, the only thing that Udon & Issan in general actually suffer from is a "plague" of good-looking women.

    You can score on Route 24

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    Quote Originally Posted by Marmite the Dog View Post
    International, too!

    Also, Udon doesn't suffer from plagues of Chinks.



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    Quote Originally Posted by Marmite the Dog View Post
    Udon is a good compromise.

    You can get/build a cheap gaff in Ban Fekwit, but pop into town for a dose of civilisation whenever you need reminding that you are a human.
    Probably good advice.

    I have found myself of late whilst having spent so much time in Bangkok, somewhat "pining for the fjords" so to speak with visions of rural Nakhon Sawan.
    Life seems to be put on permanent slow mo there, where life drifts along without too much aggravation or concern. The farm is 10 minutes from a small local town which has all the necessities of life, local market, the ubiquitous 7/11 even a coffin shop should one inadvertently have a more unintended permanent stay.
    No one in earshot has roosters so a decent sleep is always available apart from the odd buddhist festival where the music blares out from the temples 100 gigawatt amplifier.
    There is fishing available in the local river where one can quietly quaff a cold beer or two under a shady tree in the hope of not actually catching any fish. A friendly smile to be had from the locals to the token village farang with a bai nai? spoken with actual interest in your intended destination, purely because that was the highlight of their day. All whilst ensconced in their hammock shaded from the afternoon sun.
    A very passable coffee shop in the local town where I may check up on the latest news outside of the time warp I find myself in.
    Night finds me with a few of Lady Cows distant relatives eating some fiery curry washed down with Leo or Hong tong and ice. Looking up in to a star filled sky before retiring under a mosquito net for a nights repose. Motorcycle rides along roads with hardly a vehicle through hills and down through fields of corn and rice at ones own pace, where no one has learnt the word haste and the only English heard is ones own voice.
    A few weeks and thoroughly refreshed and relaxed, returning once again to the big smoke with the challenges of heavy traffic, the noise andpollution, then navigating the nightly throngs on Nana and Soi cowboy and safely returned to my office. In an infrequent quiet moment of solitude, the words of Banjo Paterson come floating back from my childhood.

    And I somehow rather fancy, that I'd like to change with Clancy,
    Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go.
    While he faced the round eternal of the cashbook and the journal,
    But I doubt he'd suit the office, Clancy of the Overflow.

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