I don’t think epiphanies over vegetarian food can ever happen but! while I was in the mist of eating my veggie-mite lunch, I realized that expats don’t belong in their home country and that is why they are over here!
Now I know what you are going to say, “Not much of a balanced meal in vegetarian fare.” But all these skinny/overweight hippies in their Pirates of a Caribbean/MC Hammer pants can’t be wrong.
As a once inspired anthropologist I want to field report all over their saggy drawers. Why do you dress like this? What is the cultural significance of your uncombed hair? Do you believe comfort can take the place of pride? Where is your mother?
Think about it though. This is an entirely different gene pool of Western thinking haters.
Expat communities are like the New Australia. *Shudder.* Outcasts. Misfits. Possible criminals. If you’ve ever been to Chiang Mai then you know what I’m talking about. If you took the same people and beamed them back home, they’d look like freaks in need of a shave and a bath. But here they seem to fit the community yank that is Chiang Mai.
Are expats then the continuation of the 60s free love and free speech flag burning days? Whether it is “Wagons West” or in this case “Rickshaws East”, overseas communities are built around the promise of the individual going against the hairs on a buffalo’s back.
Expats are in search of something. Adventure, love, distractions. The expats who are here working for corporations or the military are an extension of their passport country’s incognito machine and that creates a different community and a different daytime attraction.
But the ones like me who claim some sort of moral or humble purpose probably share more in common with the vegetarian barefoot hippie than friends back home (you really don’t want to feel the earth honey, there’s a lot of dog shit around here).
Okay so maybe it wasn’t very much of an epiphany. But since I live in a community of society rejects I can’t help but notice the company I keep. And I know the hippies are only a slice of the durian pie.
*For further reading on the different types of expats, check out: Facepuncher’s Know Your Frarang. Thanks to Payap Blog for sending it to me.