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The Market

I have mentioned that my recent trip to Thailand made me a better person and I would like to express the amazing realisation, almost epiphany, that I had while over there.

I have for a long time been a supporter of the invisible hand of the market, the idea that if we stop restricting the marketplace it will come to our rescue and turn society into utopia. Needless to say after our trip, my confidence in this idea has declined.

First I would like to note that I believe the stress caused by work in western societies is non-existent in Thailand. The workload required by employees there is significantly lower than in Australia for a couple of reasons.

  1. The low wages: everywhere seems to be overstaffed, the workload is spread out over many employees because labour is cheaper than technology in most cases.
  2. The culture: Because it is too hot to wear anything serious (Like a suit) the majority of people wear singlets and shorts. This encourages a relaxed workplace where employees can be often seen napping.

The best example of this we saw at a restaurant we were having breakfast at. We were sitting and watching five contractors replace the door, two of them were holding the door stable, one was holding the ladder for the fourth guy who was screwing the door back together. The last guy was sitting taking a break. Their job ran smoothly and was finished pretty quickly.

You can compare that to the situation in Australia, this 5 man job becomes a solo job where mr handyman has to balance himself on the ladder, hold the door in place and simultaneously screw it back together. His muscles are probably aching from trying to keep everything steady for an extended period of time; his phone is probably ringing off the hook because he is also the manager and he has overbooked himself.

After work the Australian probably goes home, opens a beer and sits in front of the television because he is too exhausted to do anything else, he then announces to his wife how much he hates his dead-end job. The 5 Thai guys will probably go to the bar after this job to have a break and they all are pretty happy.

The problem is that the Australian probably gets paid more than all the Thai guys combined. The live in what is relative poverty to us. We met these people who didn’t have a shower, rather they had a hose and a bucket. But they were normal people, not like beggars or people who messed up their own lives, it is just the way that many of these people live.

And that brought me to my conclusion, that important things (Like showers) are actually inefficient luxuries that the market will do its very best to rid itself of. Because someone spending extra on luxuries (Read: SHOWERS) can afford to be paid less. And that sucks, it makes me glad that the minimum wage here is as ridiculously high as it is, even if it means we have to do the workload of 5 people.

 

Tongariro Alpine Crossing

There was one pretty exciting incident that happened when we were roadtripping around New Zealand. I had decided right from word go that I was going to climb Mt Doom ( Mt Ngauruhoe IRL) and throw a ring into the crater, but the day turned pretty messy.

The track to Mt Doom (Tongariro) actually isn’t a very hard walk, it is pretty short and the slope isn’t very steep. Plus we had done a few Hikes beforehand so I was feeling pretty confident.

The weather was overcast and chilly but I had many layers on to keep warm, on top of that just to be safe I was persuaded to bring an extra jumper by a concerned girlfriend. Then she drops me off and I tell her that I’ll see her at the finish.

I was making awesome pace because of the light pack so I overtook many groups. But a little way in I encounter a sign warning that if ill equiped or adverse conditions exist to turn back (You can’t just walk into mordor!) I laugh and continue on.

By the time  I get to the sign pointing to Ngauruhoe’s peak the weather had turned bad. Unfortunately a cloud was hanging around so viability was awful, and the path to the peak is unmarked. I Thought about going anyway (solo) but a comment along the lines of “That is so dangerous” from another hiker made me think otherwise.

Upset that I didn’t get to destroy the one ring I push on even harder. Then we reach the saddle between the two mountains (The ridge in between). And I see a group of people huddled against a rock to protect from the wind.

At this stage the rain is going horizontal from the gale winds and a the occasional strong bursts would knock everyone walking in the group to their knees. So I stop and chill with the group and wait for it to quieten down. A few more people catch up before we get convinced to turn around, being alone I don’t get much choice.

Head slumped I head back to the start carpark, there I find out we don’t get reception so I can’t call for a lift back. I hitch a ride to the nearest gas station/cafe.

After enjoying a hot chocolate I learn the phone doesn’t want to work at all (Later I found out 1 textmessage went through). I can’t remember the GFs number and she doesn’t know I’ve turned back. I go outside to the payphone to call home and get the number off them but the payphone is broken aswell. The attendant in the petrol station informs me that there is another payphone a couple of Kms away. So I set out (In the rain) to find this phone (Its interesting that the attendant was willing to direct a person in need of help to a payphone but wasn’t kind enough to let me use his).

Then I was able to call home to tell them to leave my Gf a message to come get me (Her phone was flat aparantly). Next I was an hour in the wind with wet clothes talking to a random outside the bus station.

Pretty boring story, but it was uncomfortable at the time. In hindsight I think it was the most memorable thing that happened while in NZ.

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