living-in-chiang-mai-as-a-digital-nomadAaah…

The capital of remote workers. The empire of digital nomad-ism.
After spending some time here in 2008, it was no surprise I would end up here at one point.

Life in Chiang Mai as a digital nomad is easy going.

 

I wake up every morning whenever I feel like it. No alarm bells for me. It is about 11 or 12. After my Vipassana in Doi Sutthep I have taken on the habit of meditating in the morning. And doing some stretching to stay healthy as a digital nomad.

I life in a small but decent apartment with a small kitchen, bathroom and a balcony I don’t use. I have a nice working desk with a decent leather chair. The bed is very hard. There is a pool on the roof with a nice mountain view.

I sometimes sit down here and stare into the distance.

They had and interesting contract as well…

 

When it is time to eat, I call “Frank”.

Frank is a young kid who started a simple restaurant. He brings me all my food for the day. Fried noodles, pasta, two all natural salads, and a rice dish. The portions are small.

Frank has big dreams with his business and the service was great. But after a few months it became a typical Thai business. Being closed on random days. Leaving town for a week. Not answering the phone. Etc.

 

In the afternoon, it is time to work. I drive my motorbike to one of the many coworking spaces.

My favorite co-working space is a little cafe near Nimmahan (whatever) road. It is run by a brother and sister. They are very polite, and in Thai that boils down to saying Krap, krap, de krapdiiekrapdiekrap after every word. “Thank you, krap. Good night, krap. Kop khun kraaaaaaaaaaaap.” This might not be a nice thing to say but this really gets me on my nerves.

 

Since I like to work at night I sometimes go to C.A.M.P. This is a big working area in the Maya mall. It is open 24 hours a day.

One night I am sitting next to a little couch with a guy sleeping on it. I think he has made it his home because I always see him there, buying a water and crashing for the night.

But I guess this night he is feeling kinky.

He lies on his back while having a wet dream. He has one hand in his pants and is softly stroking himself. I really am not trying to look but this literally happening 1 meter away from me. His hand starts to go up and down. Tuck, tuck, tuck with his little penis. Oooooeeeee. He now slides his second hand in his pants. People starting to notice but in typical Asian fashion the pretend nothing is happening.

So weird.

 

Another thing I noticed here is the amount of students that spend entire nights here. At 24:00 it is difficult to find a spot. So ambitious. Such a breath of fresh air compared to the entitlement cultural Marxist mentality we often see in the West.
Anyway…

 

Time to relax.

I visit “Joy” weekly. Her real name is Pod. She is a masseuse that lives with her daughter in her shop across the road.
She is always happy to see me. When she talks it is like she sings.
Are you okaaaaaaaaaaay? (high)
Are you okaaaaaahaaaaay? (high-low)
Are you okaaaaaaaaaay (low).

She gives extremely helpful and relaxing back massages. I usually take 30 minutes for 2 euro and I always fall asleep.

 

The motorbike I ride is great. Or as one of my subscribers called it “ACE”. And it is very fast.

I live near the Maya Mall at the beginning of the super highway. Once the traffic lights switch to green I speed away faster than anybody.
Within no-time I am going 80 Km/h, slowly to 90. Tears or now streaming down my cheeks. 100! Wooooooo I feel like a real rebel!

But as soon as I let go of the gas… WROOOOEMMM two 15 year old giggling Thai schoolgirls pass me by on a scooter, their skirts flapping in the wind.

 

Whenever I need to blow off steam I drive over to Lanna Muay Thai for a couple of rounds of Thai boxing.

I trained here 8 years ago and that period it was one big madhouse, with people drinking every night, an alcoholic trainer that was also a pedophile and a selection of Westerners that would have made a Trump convention look like the “rocket scientist society” if they weren’t fighting, crashing their motorbikes when drunk or getting 2.5 usd blowjobs from rotting lady-boys.

But now, people come to train. I have a young friendly trainer. He has swastikas tattooed on his body.

 

The highlights of my week are definitely the salsa nights. There is a big and permanent crowd of salsa fanatics that meet every Tuesday and twice a month on Saturdays. I rarely met such a friendly group of people since most salsa scenes are a bit incestuous and have all sorts of underlying politics going on.

It is nice to be able to go somewhere and just dance.

 

Other nightlife I mostly avoid. I go now and then, but the fact that it stops at 24:00 -when I usually just open my eyes- because of some ridiculous curfew makes me reluctant to go.

 

Festivals are great. Loi Krothong was great. I floated a little candle down the river. I also lighted a lantern and watched it flying high in the sky after making a very modest wish. The wish was granted within a week, which reminding me to aim higher in life.

 

I went to the flower festival and it was great. Ok, it wasn’t.

 

Living In Chiang Mai As A Digital Nomad

Sometimes I drive my motorbike up the mountains. Sometimes I buy a bag of Singa beers and sing Argentinian opera in the shower. Sometimes I record German folk songs and send them to unsuspecting people in my Whatsapp contact list. Sometimes I have visa problems and have to get out of the country. Sometimes I french kiss. But most of the time (by far) I just work (like most of the digital “nomads” here, btw).

Maybe not the most exciting living in Chiang Mai as a digital nomad story, but man, I get it why people go here. It is so easy going. Just being able to do whatever you want. Nice people everywhere. Not so freaking hot all the time.

 

Leaving now, but I might be back one day.
If they want me, because the visa situation is getting very difficult.

 

Thank you for reading, krap. Good day, krap, Talk to you soon, krap. Kop khun krap.

 

Julius
Krapffingkrap

 

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