Hua Hin Trip | Christmas Day | 2020

While the majority of the world is in lockdown, I had the special privilege of traveling to a place I had been to just three weeks prior.

On the first traveling trip, a friend and I drove on some dangerous roads through what is NOW KNOWN as the redzone (recent COVID outbreak). This road is decimated with a plethora of construction projects that takes 5x the amount of time to complete because of rampant corruption. However, it’s a very easy shortcut to get to Hua Hin from there, so when we did, we when to Cha-am Beach, Hua Hin beach, ate some amazing food, took some pictures, saw horses running the beaches and so much more. It was a day trip, not overnight.

This time, it was over night, and it started with a new route, heading towards Nakhon Pathom and Ratchaburi (to the west of Bangkok) which is an additional 22km, but a phenomenally beautiful national park, by the name of Kaeng Krachan, is on the way. So, when we stopped there, I saw a lake tucked away high up in the mountains with camp grounds and AMAZING SOUNDS of NATURE. I saw a family on Campsite 2, walking around, preparing utensils for breakfast and playing games. We walked along campsite 1, and this place was just an open ground with a marsh down below, followed by the big lake. There were boats that could take you to watch monkeys swim (I’m not bullshitting), but then we saw the video online and felt like we no longer needed to go. So after hearing 20 different sounds of birds, we had an amazing lunch before going through a desserted highway through the mountain that had the freshest air one could ever breathe in Thailand. After about an hour, we came over a hill and straight ahead was a MASSIVE RESORT — low and behold, it was ours! Hua Hin Hilton. We navigated through some side-streets which were jam-packed with mopeds, and we had finally arrived — to a place that I had seen two years prior on my first trip to Hua Hin.

Camp Grounds

Too bright!

The Hotel

Wow, I walked in and said “I completely underestimated this place.” A 10ft snowman stood in the doorway of this place of the reception area with copious amounts of space, an amazing chandelier, about 3 staff and a magnificent cafe on the other side of the wall. That wasn’t the “WOW”…..the WOW was looking through the 30ft floor-to-ceiling glass out to the pool area (featuring a pool bar), and the sea. That’s right. Snowman, pool, sea. All in that order. This place was unbelievably gorgeous beyond comprehension (see photos below). After arriving to a lackluster hotel room (not the best but certainly $80 was a suitable price tag for what was inside), we went to the top of the hotel to see the most BREATHTAKING view I had ever seen within these borders. 21 floors up and a sheer amount of beauty down below. I looked in awe while my friend had become a bit annoying due to drink 1.5 glasses of wine. I saw all of these gorgeous women in santa costumes and I said “now this is a Christmas Eve to DIE FOR.” We went ventured out to the pool area, and to our amazement, it was happy hour and the beauty continued to unfold with gorgeous landscaping, different seating areas and a bar…..a bar overlooking the beach and sea down below. I had the BEST PIZZA IN THE WORLD (again, not bullshitting), which was a spicy meatball while my friend had an AMAZING pork chop with two glasses of Chilean wine. MY GOODNESS.

Nonetheless, we walked the beach after dinner, laughs, and mosquitoes (they won, unfortunately)…and hearing the waves while seeing the light reflect, seeing people enjoy their evenings and hearing laughs in the distance — PHENOMENAL.

The next morning was a meditation and photos on the beach with a succulent breakfast that featured PANCAKES AND FRENCHTOAST (just highlighting that my two childhood comfort foods were present)….and very interesting couples sitting sparingly throughout the pretty vast breakfast ground.

All in all, the trip back was a bit lackadaisical, but the trip overall made it the best Christmas I had ever experienced.

Next Vacation & Spartan Race: Taiwan!

You read it correctly. Your main man, who goes by the name of Arsenio Buck, is reentering Spartan after a bit of a hiatus.

When I was trekking through the foothills in Hua Hin, sucking in dust particles like it was oxygen, I told myself: “man, FUCK THIS!” I said I would never do it again. However, after listening to my body and feeling how strong I’ve become, my body is craving that immense pain once again!

I made an oath to myself at the beginning of the year that I was going to take a year off from Spartan races because the Beast in Hua Hin last year was just so unbelievably demoralizing. However, after sorting out my visa situation here in Thailand, micro trips to Malaysia and Singapore are NO MORE!

I can’t let just a few assholes at Immigration in Hong Kong determine the outcome of me traveling everywhere. Yes, Taiwan will be another very difficult country I need to acclimate with, but because I will be be the “not-so-thumb-sticking-out,” that means I won’t have a problem recording and documenting my stories. Will the Spartan Super go as planned? I have no idea. I will need to adapt very quickly and once I land in Taoyuan International Airport, I’ll know what I’m up against.

Questions & Answers: Why Thailand, Arsenio? The Story of Bangkok-Phuket-Chiba-Honolulu

What a story this is and an even better question.  So, one of my followers in Indonesia broke the question to why I decided to travel and live in Thailand.  I’ve never actually talked about in bulk to why I decided to travel to Thailand…..so here it is!

I was sitting on my bed on a hot January day in Lane Cove, Australia, which is situated just North of Sydney, contemplating what I should do in terms of traveling back to America.

I thought long and hard about doing travels through Asia before heading to Hawaii, then getting on a Hawaiian Airlines flight to go back to Vegas.

After long contemplation, I decided that I would go to Thailand for 6 days with a 7-hour layover in Chiba (Japan) before heading to Hawaii for four days to check out the University of Hawaii at Manoa.

After jamming to tunes, getting on a China Airlines flight with a layover in Taiwan before heading to Bangkok….I was finally….here.  I couldn’t believe it, but at the same time, I was looking over my shoulder because I was unsure who would try to kill me.  This was the impression that Thailand had on the internet back in 2012 — of course the stories have gone to rest.

Nonetheless, the sweltering heat, the hagglers, the suit shops, extortionists, etc…..I stayed in Bangkok for two days, hassled by disgusting fiends trying to sell me “sex massages” on the street.

I headed to the gorgeous island of Phuket in May of 2012, and that’s when my impression changed.  After meeting my Su and Meaw (two girls working at Central Ashlee Hotel at the time), I walked outside with an umbrella, seeing bars in a 360 view before having a girl wave me over for drinks.  I befriended an Aussie while drowning myself with the infamous Southern Comfort.  That next day, he took me all around the island, soaring up hills at sustainable speeds and overlooking turquoise waters.  And there it was….a Sam Adams in hand with a lime shoved inside of it, a samaritan sitting right next to me, clouds hovering before going right through the emerald green hills.  This was pure serenity.  This was tranquility.  This was…..LIFE.

Ahhhh…just going back in time gives me goosebumps.  After the unforgettable three days in Phuket, I stayed in Chiba for seven hours.  Keep in mind that this was the first time I stepped foot on Japanese soil, a goal that has been written in my essence since the 1995 Street Fighter days.  I was there.  Pagodas, people, food, and unbelievably quaint.  I recall walking in the store and having this Japanese girl help me immensely with trying to buy a present for my sisters graduation.  Japan, for those seven hours, met my expectations.

I later went to Hawaii.  Although it wasn’t the best in the beginning, what happened was a wonderful lady hooked me up (not in that way) with another Japanese traveler and we ventured around the island to a secluded beach.

There — was the right of passage.

We met a couple more fellow Japanese along the way, and it was in that moment sitting on the beach with deep-blue waters when the most unbelievably gorgeous Japanese girl came to me (nurse from Hokkaido, Japan), and she sat there — smiling.  I couldn’t speak Japanese, but this was the moment.  The moment that everything could change if I had only known…Japanese.

I went home…and that’s when it was time.  Not only being a typical, one-dimensional American, but it was time for me to head to Asia.

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