One of the problems with being a big guy in Asia is that, well, you’re a big guy in Asia, where the locals are generally considered… uh, well, let’s just say there’s only one person here that I have to look up at to talk to. A bit of detail for you here – I’m about 6’2” (187cm) and weigh about 260lbs (117kg). At home in Canada, I’m a bit bigger than normal, but not huge; many of my friends there are bigger than me, both vertically and horizontally. But being a big guy in Asia presents its own set of Lilliputian problems, most of which revolve around clothes, especially shopping for shoes. Let me share my story.

One thing that larger people have to get used to is that when you move here, you’re considered ‘fat’. Not big boned, not husky, not full-bodied. You are fat. It can be a humbling expeirence to walk into a store and buy an XXL t-shirt to add to your L-sized collection you brought from home. But with a bit of perserverence you can eventually find a store that carries things you like in a size that fits.

But shoes are a whole other ballgame. I wear a size 14 shoe, which is about 47 or 48 in European sizes. In Canada, this is a bit more challenging to find, but most stores will have what you need; in Thailand, it’s impossible. I’ve scoured every mall, shoe store, market and leather shop from Chiang Mai to Phuket and I’d have more luck finding Emelia Earhart than I would a nice pair of size 14s.

"Wait! Have you seen my shoes?"

“Wait! Have you seen my shoes?”

I’ve had shoes made in the past, with Tony Leather being my store of choice. While their quality is very good (the last pair of shoes I bought there lasted three years with daily wear), the problem is that Thais just don’t seem to grasp how big I need my shoes to be, so there’s always trips back to the store for a bit more stretching to get them adequately comfortable. Imagine making a jacket for the Green Giant – you’d have no point of reference so when he said “Bigger!” you’d go “Really? Jeesus, it’s already huge!” And then he’d step on you, because he’s a jerk.

So, I bit the bullet and ordered shoes online. I had a friend in Vancouver who was coming back to Thailand so I had them sent to his house via Zappos and he kindly brought them back here for me. Good ol’ Doc Marten boots – soft leather, air-cushioned sole, protection from the rainy season. My foot slid right in like I’d been wearing them for months.

My new Docs next to my girlfriend's shoe. (Mine is on the left).

My new Docs next to my girlfriend’s shoe. (Mine is on the left).

However, once I got them home and took a closer look, I noticed something that made me alternately laugh and cry at the irony of it all:

Not seen: me shaking my fists at the sky as lightning crashes and I scream "Damn you, international tariffs and free trade agreements!"

Not seen: me shaking my fists at the sky as lightning crashes and I scream “Damn you, international tariffs and free trade agreements!”

Of course, most Docs made in Thailand are for export, so they don’t even see the outside of a factory until they get sent to Europe or North America. Now… all I have to do is find the factory and make friends with one of the workers…