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OAP's in Hua Hin
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This may appeal. Email this or Google when Wiki back up
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RICHARD OF LOXLEY
It’s none of my business what people say and think of me. I am what I am and do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. It makes life so much easier.
It’s none of my business what people say and think of me. I am what I am and do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. It makes life so much easier.
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At £200 per week, it looks good. Certainly a lot cheaper than the UK.
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I agree BB but not sure of the hidden costs (add ons). Don't need it yet anywayBig Boy wrote:At £200 per week, it looks good. Certainly a lot cheaper than the UK.
RICHARD OF LOXLEY
It’s none of my business what people say and think of me. I am what I am and do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. It makes life so much easier.
It’s none of my business what people say and think of me. I am what I am and do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. It makes life so much easier.
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I could not link to the site only an email....If you mean walking frames Richard, I am sure they will give them to you freerichard wrote:I agree BB but not sure of the hidden costs (add ons). Don't need it yet anywayBig Boy wrote:At £200 per week, it looks good. Certainly a lot cheaper than the UK.
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A story from a California newspaper. Interesting although sad reading. I wonder how many expats this happens to here, that we never hear about. Pete 
Herhold: Dying alone is a sad end
By Scott Herhold
Mercury News Columnist
Posted: 01/18/2012 03:49:39 PM PST
Above the front door of Phil Gustafson's house on San Jose's Martin Avenue, to the right of the palm tree that hugs the roof, hangs a rusty horseshoe. It might have been Gustafson's last nod to luck in a life that edged toward hibernation.
A bearded man just short of 6 feet tall, with long salt-and-pepper hair hidden by a baseball cap, Gustafson could be seen walking to the grocery store on San Carlos Street, or driving his beaten-up Saab 900 convertible to Trader Joe's even with outdated tags.
He wasn't unfriendly. At least one neighbor recalled him as kind and intelligent. But he wasn't chatty either. He did nothing to arrest the decay of his house, which old-timers remember as a one-time Prohibition-era booze cabin, set back 100 feet from the street.
There had been a woman once, back in the 80s, when Gustafson bought the house. But she was long gone, and so was any pretense of upkeep. When the neighbors told him his big tree needed trimming, he shrugged and said to go ahead and cut the overhang.
His hibernation ended last week, when the newspapers started piling up on the driveway. The postman recognized that the mail wasn't being picked up. A package from Amazon sat on his front steps. That wasn't like Gustafson: He didn't take vacations.
Finally, the police cars swarmed down Martin and the cops kicked down the locked front door. They found Gustafson dead in his bed. His computer was on. He hadn't been seen for more
than a week. And he had aged noticeably. From time to time, the neighbors heard him coughing.
A case number
Now the 67-year-old Massachusetts native is a police case number. The coroner's office says it is awaiting a formal identification. There's no sign of foul play. Yet Gustafson's passing haunts me. He died alone, without family nearby, in his version of a cave. The sadness in that doesn't stop.
I know from the trail on the Web that he was a smart and witty man with an exceptional range of knowledge, conversant about nuclear fission, old battleships, carburetors and computer security. He had once been an employee of Saber Technology in San Jose, a veteran Unix programmer.
Like like a lot of geeks, he had a love for word play. He signed himself Phil "a pox on dim-bulb middle names'' Gustafson. He warned that his satirical comments might not be identified as such.
And he once offered a long treatise on Rattray's tobacco, a Scottish brand. (One of his recommendations was No. 7, Accountant's Mixture).
Battleship knowledge
When one poster asked about the location of battleships, Gustafson replied with extraordinary precision. He explained that The HMS Victory was in concrete at Portsmouth, and that fragments of the Swedish liner Vasa, which sank on its maiden voyage in 1628, were being restored indoors in Stockholm.
Gustafson made his own choices in life, and perhaps for him there was a kind of liberty in retreating into his refuge on Martin Avenue. Yet I'm bothered by someone exiting alone, with only the piled-up newspapers and the overflowing mail to announce his passing.
Fundamentally, we are social beings, and in his early exchanges, you could tell Gustafson was too, eager to fill in gaps in knowledge. In his cabin, he might have been free of encumbrances, unworried about appearances. But his horseshoe didn't spell lucky.
Herhold: Dying alone is a sad end
By Scott Herhold
Mercury News Columnist
Posted: 01/18/2012 03:49:39 PM PST
Above the front door of Phil Gustafson's house on San Jose's Martin Avenue, to the right of the palm tree that hugs the roof, hangs a rusty horseshoe. It might have been Gustafson's last nod to luck in a life that edged toward hibernation.
A bearded man just short of 6 feet tall, with long salt-and-pepper hair hidden by a baseball cap, Gustafson could be seen walking to the grocery store on San Carlos Street, or driving his beaten-up Saab 900 convertible to Trader Joe's even with outdated tags.
He wasn't unfriendly. At least one neighbor recalled him as kind and intelligent. But he wasn't chatty either. He did nothing to arrest the decay of his house, which old-timers remember as a one-time Prohibition-era booze cabin, set back 100 feet from the street.
There had been a woman once, back in the 80s, when Gustafson bought the house. But she was long gone, and so was any pretense of upkeep. When the neighbors told him his big tree needed trimming, he shrugged and said to go ahead and cut the overhang.
His hibernation ended last week, when the newspapers started piling up on the driveway. The postman recognized that the mail wasn't being picked up. A package from Amazon sat on his front steps. That wasn't like Gustafson: He didn't take vacations.
Finally, the police cars swarmed down Martin and the cops kicked down the locked front door. They found Gustafson dead in his bed. His computer was on. He hadn't been seen for more
than a week. And he had aged noticeably. From time to time, the neighbors heard him coughing.
A case number
Now the 67-year-old Massachusetts native is a police case number. The coroner's office says it is awaiting a formal identification. There's no sign of foul play. Yet Gustafson's passing haunts me. He died alone, without family nearby, in his version of a cave. The sadness in that doesn't stop.
I know from the trail on the Web that he was a smart and witty man with an exceptional range of knowledge, conversant about nuclear fission, old battleships, carburetors and computer security. He had once been an employee of Saber Technology in San Jose, a veteran Unix programmer.
Like like a lot of geeks, he had a love for word play. He signed himself Phil "a pox on dim-bulb middle names'' Gustafson. He warned that his satirical comments might not be identified as such.
And he once offered a long treatise on Rattray's tobacco, a Scottish brand. (One of his recommendations was No. 7, Accountant's Mixture).
Battleship knowledge
When one poster asked about the location of battleships, Gustafson replied with extraordinary precision. He explained that The HMS Victory was in concrete at Portsmouth, and that fragments of the Swedish liner Vasa, which sank on its maiden voyage in 1628, were being restored indoors in Stockholm.
Gustafson made his own choices in life, and perhaps for him there was a kind of liberty in retreating into his refuge on Martin Avenue. Yet I'm bothered by someone exiting alone, with only the piled-up newspapers and the overflowing mail to announce his passing.
Fundamentally, we are social beings, and in his early exchanges, you could tell Gustafson was too, eager to fill in gaps in knowledge. In his cabin, he might have been free of encumbrances, unworried about appearances. But his horseshoe didn't spell lucky.
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The assumption is that he was sad, but I haven't really seen any evidence of that. He was apparently an intelligent, witty chap who chose a solitary lifestyle. The fact that there was nobody else around when he died is really neither here nor there, and I'm sure he's not too bothered by how long it took to find his body.
Seems to me that the author is imposing his own values on someone he didn't know. Now that's sad!
Seems to me that the author is imposing his own values on someone he didn't know. Now that's sad!
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Very sad perhaps, without regular socials and family - his choice?prcscct wrote:A story from a California newspaper. Interesting although sad reading. I wonder how many expats this happens to here, that we never hear about. Pete
Herhold: Dying alone is a sad end
By Scott Herhold
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Yes, true...his choice, and DTM also made a valid point. Regardless of all the regular bad news, America is still a family centered society, as many other countries are as well. I guess the reporter was just writing to his base audience. It is true that regardless of family and friends, everyone indeed dies alone. Pete
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I go with DM on this.
We should not generalise
I know many who are 'social animals' (me included) who need to chat face to face.
I know some who prefer to be alone and paint, read or write and do not necessarily need company.
I know some who like both. I occasionally prefer a book and/or some people watching on the beach without saying a word to anybody all day but not often though After all we do have the forum don't we to vent our feeling and thoughts
We should not generalise
I know many who are 'social animals' (me included) who need to chat face to face.
I know some who prefer to be alone and paint, read or write and do not necessarily need company.
I know some who like both. I occasionally prefer a book and/or some people watching on the beach without saying a word to anybody all day but not often though After all we do have the forum don't we to vent our feeling and thoughts
RICHARD OF LOXLEY
It’s none of my business what people say and think of me. I am what I am and do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. It makes life so much easier.
It’s none of my business what people say and think of me. I am what I am and do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. It makes life so much easier.
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Yes, we think it's sad when people shut themselves away, don't wash, just drink, maybe mentally ill? I lived next door to a recluse who was only the same age as Mr S when he died. He did not put he rubbish out, clean his house, and sat watching TV drinking whiskey...it is what he wanted to do unfortunately. There was ivy growing inside his house, he looked like Noah... Apparently once upon a time he was popular with the ladies down the local pub 
We did check he was ok from time to time...the red cross used to bring him shopping...mainly whiskey
When he died there must have been over 200 recycling bags of empty whiskey bottles. I must say he was one of the best neighbours we had, not nosey, quiet, no trouble. His house which could have been very nice was the problem...it devalued other surrounding properties.
67 is no age to die today, that is the sad part.
We did check he was ok from time to time...the red cross used to bring him shopping...mainly whiskey
When he died there must have been over 200 recycling bags of empty whiskey bottles. I must say he was one of the best neighbours we had, not nosey, quiet, no trouble. His house which could have been very nice was the problem...it devalued other surrounding properties. 67 is no age to die today, that is the sad part.
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^ I'd probably be like that over here if it wasn't for the missus...
My brain is like an Internet browser; 12 tabs are open and 5 of them are not responding, there's a GIF playing in an endless loop,... and where is that annoying music coming from?
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... and a "lunch" habit to satisfy!hhfarang wrote:^ I'd probably be like that over here if it wasn't for the missus...
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My brain is like an Internet browser; 12 tabs are open and 5 of them are not responding, there's a GIF playing in an endless loop,... and where is that annoying music coming from?
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Homes for old people are not part of the culture in any Asian culture--it would be a huge loss of face to decline to look after your parents or grand parents.
Recently there have been moves by foreign investors in Thai to start hotel type accom for visiting farang with health or disability problems. Akami Village is one such. This may extend to long time care--the same thing is happenening in China.
Recently there have been moves by foreign investors in Thai to start hotel type accom for visiting farang with health or disability problems. Akami Village is one such. This may extend to long time care--the same thing is happenening in China.
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Dr Mike I was not thinking of a home for older Thai's but farangs. I also was not thinking about anything medical or people with health or disability problems. I was leaning more towards a small hotel type of place for older people who were looking for a place to be looked after (meals etc) and companionships from mfriends of similar age. No nursing care at all. There does not seem to be anything like this. Some of the older folk may not want to return to their homeland. some may prefer to take in outside help.