My dad needs help.

To be born in the mid 50's meant something different. To reject mainstream ideas of war, greed and unnecessary suffering. To travel to unknown places around the world with only books and stories as a guide. Exchanging travel checks. Sailing as a stowaway on the weekly coconut boats from Koh Tao to Koh Phangan just to use a telephone. Things were different. 

The original hippies were as stated part of a "counterculture originating in the United States in the 1960s, typically characterized by unconventional dress and behavior, communal or transient lifestyles, opposition to war, and liberal attitudes toward sexuality and the use of marijuana and psychedelic drugs".  Being born in the 50's my Dad was somewhat late to be an original hippie, but the idea stuck. 

Somewhere up in the Alpine mountains, trouble was forming in this young man.  He decided to leave his obligatory military duties and travel the world. From what source of inspiration I don't know. But he felt at great ease with life in the tropics. It was indeed under the full moon, the breezy palm trees and the shaky bungalow that I, his son was conceived. Or, as you may like: 'made in Thailand'. 

Welcoming new travelers, creating new friendships, working with people and creating new business ideas that would allow him to work with and help local people. The word digital nomad was rarely used back then.

As many people in the Western world work many hours a day until exhaustion. Not my father. He sits and smokes a few Marley Cigarettes  and has shares these experiences with happy people around him. In Laos a neighboring country, my Dad found a struggling family that needed help paying for their rent. I also joined in a bought them a little piglet for future bacon supplies. When we returned 2 years later, I asked Sai the Husband of the family, "Where's the pig?" To which he responded by rubbing his belly smiling a big smile. These life experiences remind me that the world is not always good, and first you must see the hard truth like a true old-school hippie, then try to find the good after. These are the old ways, when it didn't matter how weird you were, as long as you were good. 

My Dad's real life work now is less with his bungalows but with his adopted son Timmy. Who he has spent a lot of time looking after for 10 years. It's not the easiest time for this little champion, but Timmy is the best help to my Dad during these tough times; translating hospital conversations, visiting my dad with his mum, helping cook food to try and fatten up my dad. These two comedians need to stick around a bit longer so they can continue looking out for each other. So here is why we need your help:

WHY WE NEED YOUR HELP...

The point of this GO FUND ME. Is to raise money from my father as he is now in Hospital and needs to pay a for his treatment and to continue leasing his bungalows so cool tourist continue to have a place to relax. Cancer of the mouth is not the best news, but I hope with your help we can at least pay for his hospital bills so he can stay alive a little longer, or at least reduce his pain. I guarantee you if you have or have not already been to his bungalows in Thailand, he will always be there to have a friendly chat with you about everything, and share a good moment. Let's donate to save the hippie, and to help him to continue sharing his original mind and caring tendencies before he goes.

His son, Robin.