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The First Thanksgiving

Realizing you don’t appreciate the little things in life is very clear to Americans spending their first Thanksgiving Day away from North America. As much as I love Asian good, there’s nothing I miss more than turkey. Eating turkey sandwiches almost daily in my old life along with turkey breasts dinners, turkey burger lunches and almost anything else you can do with the healthier white meat, it’s more American to me than apple pie and Hollywood. With Limited availability on this side of the world, you can find almost anything western in a variety of supermarkets from Penang to Chiang Mai. Sadly, one of the lone exceptions is turkey. Unclear why they eat every organs and body parts of almost very animal found anywhere on the continent but don’t raise commercial turkeys, Diane and I decided we needed a turkey dinner for Thanksgiving. Almost an impossible task in Malaysia with frozen turkeys priced upwards of $70 USD in Cold Storage and not enough Yanks for restaurants to waste their time on special occasion dinners, Thailand is the place to be for a holiday dinner. Fortunately, we had plans to visit Hua Hin for a beach vacation anyway and the haze inspired us to extend our time to a thRene week exploratory vacation. Using two different Airbnb hosts to scope out what life might be like in Chiang Mai, we just happened to stroll across a place called Art Cafe right outside the Tha Pae Gate that advertised Thanksgiving dinner with all the trimmings for a very reasonable price so we made reservations and spent an evening with other American expats enjoying a holiday tradition.

While not the most elaborate holiday meal we’ve ever been served, it did the trick with a pumpkin soup that tasted great and a plate with carved turkey and gravy, mashed or sweet potatoes, veggies, stuffing and cranberry sauce. Feeling like I’d died and gone to food heaven is the only way to describe what it’s like to eat fresh turkey again. Combined with those large Chang beers they serve that are always cold and perfect with food, it was an inspiring meal even if it felt nothing at all like Thanksgiving. Oh, I should mention it just happened to fall in the middle of the three-day Loy Krathong celebration which is simultaneously known as the Yee Ping Festival in Thailand.


Having already experienced two weeks of fireworks waking me up every night for Hari Raya and again for a week of Deepavail, we’d become accustomed to Asia’s idea of holidays and festivals. Unlike Americans who now barely even get a half day of holiday thanks to corporate greed, most large stores now open on Thanksgiving Day, forcing millions of retail employees to forego one of the very few holidays per year so shareholders can reap the benefits of more wasteful consumer spending.

Spending the night before Thanksgiving wandering down by the river to see throngs of people enjoying their best attempts at sending lanterns into the sky, we also enjoyed the Thai version of a Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade complete with brightly lit floats, pretty Thai women decked out in their best ornamental outfits and shirtless guys performing various acts while the crowds cheered and speakers blasted what sounded like North Korean propaganda but was no doubt cheerful banter. Experiencing something very different from Chinese New Year parades was enjoyable and we look forward to future years where we’d probably go away from the main tourist drag and watch the locals celebrate in the suburbs.

On that note, we’re coming to the end of our eight night stay in Hang Dong, a suburb about 12 miles south of the Old City. Investigating how life might be without a car or scooter, tomorrow we move on to a condo near the fashionably cool expat haven known as Nimman, where we’ll get an opportunity to try living within walking distance of almost anything you’d want to do. Suburban Chiang Mai is great and we really enjoyed this quiet little neighborhood where we rented  a three bedroom house for less than $30 a day but without a vehicle , the only option of transportation is flagging down a yellow songthew and cramping into the back for a 20 minute ride. Although it’s cheap (15 Baht per person) to use the scheduled service that runs down the main artery from the Old Town to the southwestern suburbs, it’s hot and the exhaust stinks so it’s not something we’d want to do every day. But we want to thank our host Sallie who picked us up at the is station and was very accommodating. Should you need cheap house rental in the southern suburbs of Chiang Mai, please look her up on Airbnb or email me for contact information.

Our Airbnb rental

Our Airbnb rental

As we spend the last of three weeks in Thailand, we’d like to send a special thanks to our blog friends Brittany and Charlie who answered a bunch of questions for us about living in Chiang Mai. Even making recommendations and giving us contact information, we appreciate their help and hope to finally meet them some time next year depending on their plans. Sporting a very interesting  and insightful blog, we hope you check out The Trading Travelers. Enjoying Thailand immensely, we pretty much see ourselves abandoning Penang in about 18 months when our lease expires and moving here for a while. Although Penang gets the reputation for Southeast Asia’s best food, we respectfully disagree and enjoy the wide assortment of eastern and western food better in Thailand. Incorporating many more fresh green veggies into their food, we find it healthier, tastier and closer to Chinese than the Hokkien style that dominates Penang. But who knows? After this trip it’s off to Tasmania in January for our WorkAway assignment and our minds can be easily swayed. For now, Happy Black Friday. (If you need to ask you don’t need to know).

Borrowing a phrase from my good friend Sylvia, I’d like to coin the phrase “Happy Gratitude Day” and wish everyone worldwide some good cheer. Originally intended for her non-American Facebook friends to celebrate a day of thanks, I think it’s worth repeating and hope everyone has a healthy and happy upcoming holiday season no matter what you celebrate.

Cheers from Chiang Mai.


12 Months of Expat Confusion

Approaching our last American Thanksgiving holiday before the move to Malaysia, DIane and I plan on preparing one last home cooked turkey dinner for two. Because we’re a mixed marriage (she’s Canadian, I’m American), this marks our second Thanksgiving dinner this year. Taking the easy way out in October, we drove to a local Hofbrau on Columbus Day for our annual Canadian Thanksgiving dinner (shown in the picture below). Falling on a Monday like a normal three-day weekend, the Northern version is more of a harvest festival without Puritans, Indians, NFL football and annual parades presented by large department stores.

 Diane enjoying Canadian Thanksgiving dinner

Discussing the nuances of life as an American expat in Canada in a recent post, we highlighted important issues like understanding insane weather forecasts in Celsius and why the world’s largest indoor mall plays an important role during the holidays. Learning the differences between Canadian and American holidays takes some education and after the sixth year I finally mastered what days I’d be home from the office. Facing a brand new set of challenges, I glanced at the 2015 Public Holidays in Penang and sadly, I’m bewildered by Hari Rya Day, Merdeka Day and two days of Chinese New Year. Unsure how to celebrate Thaipusm and Wesa Day, it occurred to me I’ll need complete retraining. Continue reading

Canadian Holidays – Chapter One

Happy Thanksgiving Day, Canada.

Long before our upcoming move to Malaysia was ever born, we lived in Western Canada, making one of us an expat. Being an American in Canada was often more confusing than I’d imagined, at least for the first full year.


Traffic in K-Country, located 45 minutes from Western Calgary.

Familiarizing myself with the strange traditions of Canada took top priority as my first Columbus Day rolled around and they gave me the day off for something called “Holiday Monday”. Unlike parades and historical references, they served a turkey dinner. Huh? Moving to Calgary in 2001 presented a whole new world of strange customs, funny words and family gatherings at bizarre times. Lesson One: Canadians refer to three days off from work as “Long Weekend”, regardless of what holiday falls on Monday. Continue reading