Over a year and no entry. Reprehensible!
I just read over my post from Thailand and realized that goddammit this is a good thing to do and I need to get my act together and get back on the ball. I had forgotten so many of those quirky little stories until my mind was refreshed by well, me.
So another summer in Alaska passed on the Kilkenny...much of the same-same with one glaring exception: another chick on the boat! Two different women (wayyy tougher than I) joined the crew at different points to be scallopers. It was really interesting and I definitely enjoyed indulging in a few estrogen-fueled chats. Both Amanda and Anna were super wonderful and they worked very hard. Honestly, it's not like we had time to sit around and discuss Sex in the City or anything. But it really did change the dynamic on the boat.
The BIG difference is that I brought the car up with me last year. Yep, I can proudly say that I successfully drove to Alaska. And back! I went up the Al-Can, couchsurfing my way through British Columbia. The best hot tip I got from a couple I stayed with in Dawson Creek was to hit Liard Hotsprings, which is where I spent Solstice. For the journey home, my bestie Johnnie flew up and met me in Homer right before my last trip out on the boat. He got to fly into a village and go fishing with a buddy he met at the local dive bar, Kharacters. When I got back in early August, we started our drive south. We made our first stop at Matanuska Glacier which was gorgeous...you can actually walk out on the ice and putz around. Treacherous, thrilling, and tremendous! We camped in Tok, AK before going international and it was one of the coldest nights I've ever spent outdoors. In BC, we spent time in Whitehorse and Lilloet before having the most disgusting pizza ever in Williams Lake. Isn't there a saying about sex and pizza? That they can never be truly bad? Well that saying is wrong. I don't know what the hell is wrong with Canadians but they sure know how to muck up food. For example:
-BUTTER on sandwiches (along with mayo, mustard, etc)
-GRAVY and CHEESE on french fries...oh it sounds fancy: poutin. I say, French for "gross".
And I have never witnessed more A & W hamburger joints in one place at one time so I just had to look it up...Canada is the 11th fattest country in the world in 2010. Being that in 2007 they were #35, my money is on them jumping into the top 3 by 2015.
John left me in Seattle since he had to fly home to get back for work. I opted to take the longer scenic route along the Oregon coast and I'm really glad I did. It was one of the most scenic drives I've ever done.
Ok so Fall 2009 I was back on the drift gillnet fishery in Southern California. Again, same old same old. I even ended up on the Mary Vincent again with my old buddies. On Halloween we anchored up off Pismo Beach to wait out a storm and were going stir crazy staring at the beautiful beach from the harbor. So close, yet so far away! We decided to go for it and called for a water taxi to come pick us up from the boat. The wrinkle was that the last run was in 2 hours. Not enough time to futz around for us. Our other friend Michael drove up from Morro Bay and picked us up. We had lunch and then secured plans for our return trip back to the vessel...at the local Big 5 Sporting Goods. Yep, that's right, John rowed us back in an inflatable raft. At sundown. Amid signs warning you to swim at your own risk due to all the documented shark attacks. It was quite an adventure.
I decided not to go abroad this spring. Instead it was finally time for this gal's Great American Road Trip. I thought I would get to see a lot more than I actually did, but it was still great and I some good quality time with friends and family. I'm gone off the grid in respect to Facebook (gratefully so) and that's where all my pictures are...if I ever transfer them to Picasa web I'll put a link in. Not that anyone is reading this except me HA!
I won't elaborate much except run down a quick-n-dirty list of all my stops. Ok, maybe highlights and unforgettables too....
Prescott AZ
Scottsdale AZ
Bisbee AZ
Las Cruces, NM
Big Bend National Park, TX *****VERRRRRRRRRRRRRY cool. Had lotsa fun here.
Kerrville, TX
Ft. Worth, TX
Kerrville, TX
San Antonio, TX
Kerrville, TX
Ft. Worth, TX (and I actually WASN'T sick of Texas yet!)
Memphis, TN
Fall Creek Falls State Park, TN
Smoky Mt. National Park, TN
Asheville, NC
Raleigh, NC
Washington, DC
Bridgeport, CT
Akron, OH
St. John, IN- went in to Chicago the next day. Have to go back, really liked it.
Council Bluffs, IA
Denver, CO
Moab, UT -- went in to Arches and Canyonlands NP and stayed at the hostel at night. Pretty good hiking and scenery...but wasn't as great as Big Bend!
Las Vegas, NV
Claremont, CA
Angeles Lakes, CA - yearly retreat w/ Mom
Claremont, CA
Fullerton, CA and finalllly wait for it, wait for it, wait for it....
LONG BEACH, CA which is what I was calling "home" for the last 2 years.
So, 7 1/2 weeks, approx 3500 miles, tons of highway and byway viewing, and a whole bunch of postcards later I made it. And felt very rushed.
It WILL happen again...right 'lil Corolla???!
Ten days ago, I drove up to Prince Rupert, BC and caught the ferry across the Gulf of Alaska. It was a great experience. I camped out on the deck along with the other budget travelers which was perfectly fine. The weather was amazing and there were hourly sightings of whales. It was by far the best way I have ever traveled. The ferry made stops in Ketchikan, Juneau, and Yakutat which are all towns in Southeast Alaska only accessible by plane or boat. Honestly these places didn't strike me as beautiful or spectacular as all the cruise ship buildup makes it seem...I'd rather look at Homer/Kodiak/Talkeetna type scenery myself : )
Now I'm killing a bit of time before scallop season begins on July 1st. The boat has changed owners so this year I'll be based out of Kodiak although from what I hear we will be making periodic trips to Homer (yay). Since I've got all this time on my hands along with a very reliable mode of transport, I'm going to finally get up to Fairbanks and spend Solstice up there sightseeing, running a midnight 10k, and hitting the Chena Hot Springs Resort. On the way back down, the plan is to camp couple nights in Denali National Park. Hopefully the weather behaves. Then, before hopping on the ferry to Kodiak island, I'll spend a couple days in Homer seeing all my End of the Road buddies.
I really can't complain about a single thing in my life.
It is just that good.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Friday, April 17, 2009
Playing catch-up
Oh the resistance! I've been avoiding writing because I know I'll have to stretch my memory over the past 6+ weeks of fabulosity (what a quality problem). I've heard through the grapevine that my posts have been missed however...Thanks for the ego boost Aunt Phyllis!
So the last time I wrote I was in KL. Hmmm. My return to the orphanage in Chiang Rai was uneventful save the drama-fest I found when I arrived. I won't go in to details, but I'll just say that we had some "interesting" volunteers who thankfully were asked to leave within the first week I came back. I also came back to a fairly empty house because school was out and most of the kids went back to their villages to visit for the holiday. Only those who had no safe relative to stay with remained at the center (about 13).
We tried to make their vacation as fun as we could, planning morning and afternoon activities for them. One of the highlights was elephant polo. Yes that's right, polo played with pachyderms. It was a tournament held at a really ritzy resort up in the Golden Triangle region of Thailand. The players were all ex-pats, and the entire culture was pretty "high-society". However, it was still Thai mahouts that actually drove the elephants...the white guys just concentrated on trying to hit the ball with their mallet. I have a video of it but I'm not sure how to post it. There's tons of pictures though. The kids had fun for awhile, but I think the highlight was seeing the elephant blessing ceremony before everything started and then feeding them fruit. My own personal favorite part of the day was seeing the super deluxe portapotties. That term doesn't even do these things justice. It was like, a portable luxury suite that had bathroom facilities. I had to take a few pictures. It was that cool.
I also came back at peak smoke season in Northern Thailand, when farmers burn off the land and crops from last year's season before planting again. The air quality was absolutelyABYSMAL. I have never seen such pollution first-hand. Coming from the pristine island oases in Malaysia to the smoggy humid city of Chiang Rai was a bit of a let-down. Along with the increasing temperature, things got pretty uncomfortable. Strangely enough, the monsoons started in March. Local buzz was that the pollution was so bad that it had actually affected the weather. Thankfully, the storms cleared out the air for the most part. The storms themselves were fantastic...like Arizona monsoons but more, well... authentic! Thunder, crazy lightening, high winds, the whole bit. TORRENTIAL downpours. Then, in about an hour, it just clears up and goes away. Of course, along with the rain came the mosquitoes. Thankfully, Northern Thailand is not an area where malaria is endemic, but the little suckers are still really annoying. Thankfully, homes are infested with barking geckos to keep the population of bugs down. Probably for that reason, house geckos are considered very lucky, and you can even divine your fortune from the number and timing of the barks! Every night before I went to sleep, I had a nighttime ritual of picking all the ants off me and clearing out the mosquito net as I listened to the reptilian symphony of lizards and frogs. LOUD frogs and lizards (I was very thankful for my earplugs) I sort of do NOT miss this part of my experience.
Along with the fun stuff for the kids every day, we also got cracking on a few big projects around the center. Thanks to the encouragement of a few awesome volunteers with experience in the Peace Corps and AmeriCorps, we were able to get organized and get motivated. I helped dig holes and put fence posts in for a fence around the garden. There are pictures. It was an intense and satisfying experience for all of us. We felt like badasses. We also began preparations for a straw mushroom patch which will allow the center to grow and harvest it's own mushrooms. Since bamboo is the building material of choice, we used that to make the posts and poles needed for the frame. It sounds easier than it was. Using machetes and hacksaws, we were trying to cut standard lengths and split the trunks down the middle. It was so hard, and we looked so pathetic doing it that the kids came over to help us out. They schooled us. Big time. Nok, who is 10 years old, was literally doing laps around me. She got in there with the saw, put some elbow grease into it, and made me feel like a total pansy. The boys were in a league of their own...they have been using tools and making things out of bamboo since they were toddlers, so they were naturals.
I had 3 church experiences in Thailand. Once I went to the oldest Christian church in Chiang Rai by myself, but The service was all in Thai but they were very friendly and put a lady next to me who attempted to translate the sermon. Next, we took Nabee our house mummy to her church, an evangelical Calvary Chapel born-again variety. Kate grabbed me halfway through that service to let me know that Nok and Somchai had gone feral (Australian for apeshit) in the street. It all ended well a day later with apology notes and such but for about 20 minutes I hated children more than the IRS. Finally, the best experience was on Palm Sunday when Angela #2 found a Catholic church for me, Nabee, and her to attend. It happened to be my last day in Thailand, so that made it special as well. We didn't understand what was going on (mass was in Thai), but we got to take home these cool palm-frond things which was neat. There were people there that had obviously come in from the villages, piling out of the back of pickup trucks. One lady was all decked out in her traditional Akha dress. That was cool.
Oh I wanted to mention baby-politeness! A wei is the little bow with your hands clasped under your chin that Thai's do to eachother to show respect. The rules and status arrangements are quite complex, and all the cultural sensitivity stuff I read said to not even go there if you don't know what you're doing. You can really look stupid or totally offend people if you just go around bowing indiscriminately. Anyways, this must be one of the absolute first things parents teach their children, because I saw 2 separate babies (before speaking age) do it as they were getting their bottles or toys or whatever. It was adorable.
I left Thailand having made more wonderful friends and with a suitcase and brain packed to the brim of incredible sights, sounds, and tastes. However, it was definitely time to come home. I had an 8 hour layover in Seoul and tried to make a day of it, but the airport is quite far away from the city. It took me almost 2 hours to get in to a touristy shopping district, where I cruised for knicknacks, ate sticky icecream, and watched these guys make this stuff called "Dragon's Beard". They were great salesmen, they had their whole pitch down and it was quite a show to watch them make 64,000 strand confections on the street. I had to buy a box of the stuff (honey and cornstarch threads wrapped around candy nuts). They don't taste as interesting as I had hoped, but the memory is worth it. Seoul was fairly standard from what I saw, other than there were just TONS of MEN everywhere, hardly any women (maybe I was in a business district or something?). They just stood around smoking all over the place.
So I'm back, and enjoying Southern California weather, my civic duty as a juror, and getting back into my meeting schedule. If I can think of other stuff I'll add it...I know I'm leaving out tons but there's just a limit to how much information my brain is capable of holding on to. The older I get the more painfully aware of this I am...
Love to you all,
Angie
So the last time I wrote I was in KL. Hmmm. My return to the orphanage in Chiang Rai was uneventful save the drama-fest I found when I arrived. I won't go in to details, but I'll just say that we had some "interesting" volunteers who thankfully were asked to leave within the first week I came back. I also came back to a fairly empty house because school was out and most of the kids went back to their villages to visit for the holiday. Only those who had no safe relative to stay with remained at the center (about 13).
We tried to make their vacation as fun as we could, planning morning and afternoon activities for them. One of the highlights was elephant polo. Yes that's right, polo played with pachyderms. It was a tournament held at a really ritzy resort up in the Golden Triangle region of Thailand. The players were all ex-pats, and the entire culture was pretty "high-society". However, it was still Thai mahouts that actually drove the elephants...the white guys just concentrated on trying to hit the ball with their mallet. I have a video of it but I'm not sure how to post it. There's tons of pictures though. The kids had fun for awhile, but I think the highlight was seeing the elephant blessing ceremony before everything started and then feeding them fruit. My own personal favorite part of the day was seeing the super deluxe portapotties. That term doesn't even do these things justice. It was like, a portable luxury suite that had bathroom facilities. I had to take a few pictures. It was that cool.
I also came back at peak smoke season in Northern Thailand, when farmers burn off the land and crops from last year's season before planting again. The air quality was absolutelyABYSMAL. I have never seen such pollution first-hand. Coming from the pristine island oases in Malaysia to the smoggy humid city of Chiang Rai was a bit of a let-down. Along with the increasing temperature, things got pretty uncomfortable. Strangely enough, the monsoons started in March. Local buzz was that the pollution was so bad that it had actually affected the weather. Thankfully, the storms cleared out the air for the most part. The storms themselves were fantastic...like Arizona monsoons but more, well... authentic! Thunder, crazy lightening, high winds, the whole bit. TORRENTIAL downpours. Then, in about an hour, it just clears up and goes away. Of course, along with the rain came the mosquitoes. Thankfully, Northern Thailand is not an area where malaria is endemic, but the little suckers are still really annoying. Thankfully, homes are infested with barking geckos to keep the population of bugs down. Probably for that reason, house geckos are considered very lucky, and you can even divine your fortune from the number and timing of the barks! Every night before I went to sleep, I had a nighttime ritual of picking all the ants off me and clearing out the mosquito net as I listened to the reptilian symphony of lizards and frogs. LOUD frogs and lizards (I was very thankful for my earplugs) I sort of do NOT miss this part of my experience.
Along with the fun stuff for the kids every day, we also got cracking on a few big projects around the center. Thanks to the encouragement of a few awesome volunteers with experience in the Peace Corps and AmeriCorps, we were able to get organized and get motivated. I helped dig holes and put fence posts in for a fence around the garden. There are pictures. It was an intense and satisfying experience for all of us. We felt like badasses. We also began preparations for a straw mushroom patch which will allow the center to grow and harvest it's own mushrooms. Since bamboo is the building material of choice, we used that to make the posts and poles needed for the frame. It sounds easier than it was. Using machetes and hacksaws, we were trying to cut standard lengths and split the trunks down the middle. It was so hard, and we looked so pathetic doing it that the kids came over to help us out. They schooled us. Big time. Nok, who is 10 years old, was literally doing laps around me. She got in there with the saw, put some elbow grease into it, and made me feel like a total pansy. The boys were in a league of their own...they have been using tools and making things out of bamboo since they were toddlers, so they were naturals.
I had 3 church experiences in Thailand. Once I went to the oldest Christian church in Chiang Rai by myself, but The service was all in Thai but they were very friendly and put a lady next to me who attempted to translate the sermon. Next, we took Nabee our house mummy to her church, an evangelical Calvary Chapel born-again variety. Kate grabbed me halfway through that service to let me know that Nok and Somchai had gone feral (Australian for apeshit) in the street. It all ended well a day later with apology notes and such but for about 20 minutes I hated children more than the IRS. Finally, the best experience was on Palm Sunday when Angela #2 found a Catholic church for me, Nabee, and her to attend. It happened to be my last day in Thailand, so that made it special as well. We didn't understand what was going on (mass was in Thai), but we got to take home these cool palm-frond things which was neat. There were people there that had obviously come in from the villages, piling out of the back of pickup trucks. One lady was all decked out in her traditional Akha dress. That was cool.
Oh I wanted to mention baby-politeness! A wei is the little bow with your hands clasped under your chin that Thai's do to eachother to show respect. The rules and status arrangements are quite complex, and all the cultural sensitivity stuff I read said to not even go there if you don't know what you're doing. You can really look stupid or totally offend people if you just go around bowing indiscriminately. Anyways, this must be one of the absolute first things parents teach their children, because I saw 2 separate babies (before speaking age) do it as they were getting their bottles or toys or whatever. It was adorable.
I left Thailand having made more wonderful friends and with a suitcase and brain packed to the brim of incredible sights, sounds, and tastes. However, it was definitely time to come home. I had an 8 hour layover in Seoul and tried to make a day of it, but the airport is quite far away from the city. It took me almost 2 hours to get in to a touristy shopping district, where I cruised for knicknacks, ate sticky icecream, and watched these guys make this stuff called "Dragon's Beard". They were great salesmen, they had their whole pitch down and it was quite a show to watch them make 64,000 strand confections on the street. I had to buy a box of the stuff (honey and cornstarch threads wrapped around candy nuts). They don't taste as interesting as I had hoped, but the memory is worth it. Seoul was fairly standard from what I saw, other than there were just TONS of MEN everywhere, hardly any women (maybe I was in a business district or something?). They just stood around smoking all over the place.
So I'm back, and enjoying Southern California weather, my civic duty as a juror, and getting back into my meeting schedule. If I can think of other stuff I'll add it...I know I'm leaving out tons but there's just a limit to how much information my brain is capable of holding on to. The older I get the more painfully aware of this I am...
Love to you all,
Angie
Saturday, March 7, 2009
2 boats, one taxi, 2 trains, 3 buses, and 2 light rails later...
I made it Kuala Lumpur and am here in my posh hotel (http://www.citrushotelkl.com/) catching up on emails and hoping to get a workout in.
I got here early this morning off the overnight train from Taneh Merah, a small town in the North East Malaysian state of Kelantan. It was pretty uneventful in and of itself, except in the overwhelming number of abandoned cats. Not only were they everywhere, they were the mangiest, ugliest, scrawniest, most decrepit and diseased animals I've ever seen. Truly it was a miracle they were still alive. I even took pity and fed a couple (a testament to the state they were in...y'all know I'm not a cat person). I didn't see a single dog though...maybe they're on the menu here as well?
Malaysia impressed me right off the bat. I crossed over the border on my way down from Bangkok last week along with a very nice family from Barcelona, and the 4 of us were the only Westerners in sight- a welcome change from touristy and crowded Thailand. Another instant perk: the toilet in immigration had RUNNING WATER TO THE TANK. Revolutionary. I don't know why Thailand hasn't figured out this convenience, as all of the toilets have running water NEXT to them.
I made it to the Perhentian Islands as it began to rain. The speedboat hit a bit of rough weather and my fellow passengers seemed slightly nervous. I couldn't help but feel a little smug...I mean, it was nothing compared to the Bering Sea...
My first night on the island was sublime, even with the light rain. I had a lovely dinner and watched the sun set over the ocean. Ahhh I missed the smell of salt water! The island was much more crowded than I anticipated; tourist season hadn't officially started yet but both places I planned on staying were out of rooms for the night. I ended up staying in the dorm at Senja Bay which was absolutely AWESOME and when (yes I said WHEN) I go back, I will definately be staying there:
http://senjabay.com/
It poured cats and dogs all night, and I lost the war with the mosquitoes and woke up with my right eye swollen shut. Ergh. Anyhow, nothing that a little Alavert and caffeine didn't clear up. The weather was iffy all morning, so I took a short hike to the other side of the island, and area called Long Beach (ha so close to home yet SO far away). It was nowhere near as nice as "my" side of the island. The sun ended up coming out and I had a fantastic day of sunbathing and swimming (too fantastic...totally underestimated the tropical sun and got a burn right off the bat).
I was able to get a single room (with a mosquito net thank god) for the remainder of my stay. It was tucked way up on the hill...it reminded me of Swiss Family Robinson...getting to it required taking 5 or 6 flights of rickety wooden stairs up through the jungle, amid HUGE monitor lizards and squawking birds. IT WAS SO FRICKING COOL.
Day 2 was also gorgeous, and those nasty rumours circulating amongst tourists about the rain lasting for 2 weeks was put to bed. I took advantage of the weather to go on a snorkeling trip with a fantastic guide named Matt and 7 other tourists. It was FANTASTIC. We saw sharks, cucumbers, corals, a turtle...it was simply gorgeous. The only minus was falling off the boat (sooo embarassing) and dunking my camera in the South China Sea : ( No pictures for awhile...I'm going to try a distilled water rinse and see if I can salvage it.
Day 3 I was simply fried- a sunburn of epic proportions. Seriously guys, this is a record for me. I literally could do nothing else but lay in bed all day and read, taking Ibuprofin every 3 hours. Anyhow, it was relaxing and still beautiful to look out over the crystal blue cove at the reef over my frenzied bursts of reading "Sophie's Choice" (I know, it wasn't exactly carefree island fodder but it was quite good).
So here I am, back in the city swing of things. I could have stayed for a month. I'm going to go back with Johnny next year and get SCUBA certified there, and backpack through Malaysia. I like it that much. The vibe is so different than Thailand, probably due to the Muslim influence which I am enjoying for the simple fact that I am SICK and TIRED of ground pork (the only meat Thai's seem to put in their food). But also Malay culture is beautiful and intricate and I've received such a warm and genuine welcome. I also enjoyed the lack of hardcore partying; alcohol is quite expensive in Muslim countries and sort of looked down upon. The substitute was milkshakes...they were everywhere on the island (made with the ever-ubiquitous condensed milk, not ice cream).
Before I sign off, I had some random notes about Thailand written down:
I got here early this morning off the overnight train from Taneh Merah, a small town in the North East Malaysian state of Kelantan. It was pretty uneventful in and of itself, except in the overwhelming number of abandoned cats. Not only were they everywhere, they were the mangiest, ugliest, scrawniest, most decrepit and diseased animals I've ever seen. Truly it was a miracle they were still alive. I even took pity and fed a couple (a testament to the state they were in...y'all know I'm not a cat person). I didn't see a single dog though...maybe they're on the menu here as well?
Malaysia impressed me right off the bat. I crossed over the border on my way down from Bangkok last week along with a very nice family from Barcelona, and the 4 of us were the only Westerners in sight- a welcome change from touristy and crowded Thailand. Another instant perk: the toilet in immigration had RUNNING WATER TO THE TANK. Revolutionary. I don't know why Thailand hasn't figured out this convenience, as all of the toilets have running water NEXT to them.
I made it to the Perhentian Islands as it began to rain. The speedboat hit a bit of rough weather and my fellow passengers seemed slightly nervous. I couldn't help but feel a little smug...I mean, it was nothing compared to the Bering Sea...
My first night on the island was sublime, even with the light rain. I had a lovely dinner and watched the sun set over the ocean. Ahhh I missed the smell of salt water! The island was much more crowded than I anticipated; tourist season hadn't officially started yet but both places I planned on staying were out of rooms for the night. I ended up staying in the dorm at Senja Bay which was absolutely AWESOME and when (yes I said WHEN) I go back, I will definately be staying there:
http://senjabay.com/
It poured cats and dogs all night, and I lost the war with the mosquitoes and woke up with my right eye swollen shut. Ergh. Anyhow, nothing that a little Alavert and caffeine didn't clear up. The weather was iffy all morning, so I took a short hike to the other side of the island, and area called Long Beach (ha so close to home yet SO far away). It was nowhere near as nice as "my" side of the island. The sun ended up coming out and I had a fantastic day of sunbathing and swimming (too fantastic...totally underestimated the tropical sun and got a burn right off the bat).
I was able to get a single room (with a mosquito net thank god) for the remainder of my stay. It was tucked way up on the hill...it reminded me of Swiss Family Robinson...getting to it required taking 5 or 6 flights of rickety wooden stairs up through the jungle, amid HUGE monitor lizards and squawking birds. IT WAS SO FRICKING COOL.
Day 2 was also gorgeous, and those nasty rumours circulating amongst tourists about the rain lasting for 2 weeks was put to bed. I took advantage of the weather to go on a snorkeling trip with a fantastic guide named Matt and 7 other tourists. It was FANTASTIC. We saw sharks, cucumbers, corals, a turtle...it was simply gorgeous. The only minus was falling off the boat (sooo embarassing) and dunking my camera in the South China Sea : ( No pictures for awhile...I'm going to try a distilled water rinse and see if I can salvage it.
Day 3 I was simply fried- a sunburn of epic proportions. Seriously guys, this is a record for me. I literally could do nothing else but lay in bed all day and read, taking Ibuprofin every 3 hours. Anyhow, it was relaxing and still beautiful to look out over the crystal blue cove at the reef over my frenzied bursts of reading "Sophie's Choice" (I know, it wasn't exactly carefree island fodder but it was quite good).
So here I am, back in the city swing of things. I could have stayed for a month. I'm going to go back with Johnny next year and get SCUBA certified there, and backpack through Malaysia. I like it that much. The vibe is so different than Thailand, probably due to the Muslim influence which I am enjoying for the simple fact that I am SICK and TIRED of ground pork (the only meat Thai's seem to put in their food). But also Malay culture is beautiful and intricate and I've received such a warm and genuine welcome. I also enjoyed the lack of hardcore partying; alcohol is quite expensive in Muslim countries and sort of looked down upon. The substitute was milkshakes...they were everywhere on the island (made with the ever-ubiquitous condensed milk, not ice cream).
Before I sign off, I had some random notes about Thailand written down:
- The mannequins here are downright creepy. They don't have those neutral, vacant expressions our mannequins have. They look like clowns on acid with these huge garish smiles and gaping mouths. It's so weird.
- Asians are so obsessed with lightening their skin that it's nearly impossible to find any toiletry item that doesn't have skin bleach in it (even deoderant!). What's so ironic is that the same companies producing all this crap here are the ones that back home are convincing Westerners to buy their fake-tanning products...
- The hot item at the orphanage is the Rubic Cube. Yah, I thought it went out in 1990 too but the kids are dying for them, going so far as to make their own with markers and blocks!
- I woke up one morning to a dead dog in the classroom. It was our pet girl puppy Gaia. It was quite traumatic. We think maybe she was poisoned, and her brother Thor got quite sick and sulked off and died too.
- The Thai calendar is based on a Buddhist one that adds 543 years. So this year is 2552. It's a bit confusing when trying to buy tickets online...
- Retail irony of the day: A chain store called "Freshmart" that only sells frozen processed foods
- Thais are obsessed with fried chicken. So were Kenyans. Juan and I have surmised that fried chicken is a culinary equivalent of the olive branch around the world. So when in doubt, bring KFC!
- Monks in Thailand: smoke cigarettes, have tattoos, wear sunglasses, listen to Ipods, and may even make a pass at you. Yes, this happened to me.
- Speaking of preconceived notions about Buddhism...the absolute disregard for the "life-taking" precept and lack of vegetarianism is really pretty startling. There's a way to justify it that I read in my Thai culture-shock book, but I won't go into it here. It's just a little unsettling though.
- Being a transvestite and/or homosexual in Thai culture is A-OK and it's really fun to see the Thai khakoeys (literally, "lady boys") all dressed up in drag just for a ride on public transportation or whatever.
Okay all, check ya later...I'm back up to Thailand tomorrow morning for my final month in South East Asia. Later-
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Malaysia and beyond!
So there are some benefits to poor planning...because Thailand/Myanmar visas are only issued for 15 days, I had to come up with a way to get a 30 day visa since I extended my time here. Perfect excuse for an island trip!
http://wikitravel.org/en/Perhentian_Islands
I'll be headed to Perhentian Kecil after my convention in Bangkok next weekend. First, I'll take the train to the border (which I have to walk across) and then a bus to the small jetty town of Kuala Besut. From there, it's a highspeed ferry boat to the island where I will be "limited to scuba diving, snorkeling, sea-kayaking and sunbathing" according to Wikitravel. Perfect.
It would be a great opportunity to get SCUBA certified, as it's some of the best diving in the world, but I'll have to see how my funding situation is by that point. Staying an extra 6 weeks has definitely tightened up the old budget....
After 3 or 4 days on the island, I'll head by train to Kuala Lumpur to take a flight back to Chiang Mai. This is the famous "Jungle Railway" train that takes you straight through some incredible rainforest. Unfortunately it seems that the daytime trains aren't running right now, so I'll have to catch the scenery at night from my sleeper car.
Things at the center have calmed down considerably now that Caty returned a few days ago. It's nice to be relieved of the pressure of running the show and just settle into administrative tasks.
The kids will be ending school in the next few weeks, so we'll have plenty of opportunity to play around with the ones who stay here in Chiang Rai. The remaining ones are allowed to return home to their villages because it has been determined they have safe places and people to stay with.
The weather is heating up here, and along with the change in temperature comes all kinds of weird and wonderful critters. There are smushed frogs all over the road because they're out en force now, and at night the sky echoes with the chirping from cicadas. There are of course, the ever-present barking geckos all over our volunteer dorm, but hopefully they will help keep the mosquito population down.
Day to day life is just such a treat here. I'm totally "scooter-literate" now, and really enjoy the freedom of zooming around town with the wind in my hair. Always wearing a helmet of course. I FINALLY don't have the sudden and subconcious urge to veer right when I'm startled (Thailand is a left-hand side drive country) which is nice. Especially for any passengers I have on the back ; )
After a few weeks of solidly neglecting my physical fitness, I'm back on track with running and doing a bit of weights. I found out that I'm definately going back to Homer to work on the Kilkenny, and I need my muscles for all those scallops! I'm still planning on driving up to Alaska in June, so when I get back "home" to CA, I've got a lot of catch-up to do. I'm crossing my toes that an income tax refund is a possiblility...
Much love to everyone, I'm really being a toad about taking pictures. As in, I'm not doing it at all. But I'll try, I'll really try.
Angela
http://wikitravel.org/en/Perhentian_Islands
I'll be headed to Perhentian Kecil after my convention in Bangkok next weekend. First, I'll take the train to the border (which I have to walk across) and then a bus to the small jetty town of Kuala Besut. From there, it's a highspeed ferry boat to the island where I will be "limited to scuba diving, snorkeling, sea-kayaking and sunbathing" according to Wikitravel. Perfect.
It would be a great opportunity to get SCUBA certified, as it's some of the best diving in the world, but I'll have to see how my funding situation is by that point. Staying an extra 6 weeks has definitely tightened up the old budget....
After 3 or 4 days on the island, I'll head by train to Kuala Lumpur to take a flight back to Chiang Mai. This is the famous "Jungle Railway" train that takes you straight through some incredible rainforest. Unfortunately it seems that the daytime trains aren't running right now, so I'll have to catch the scenery at night from my sleeper car.
Things at the center have calmed down considerably now that Caty returned a few days ago. It's nice to be relieved of the pressure of running the show and just settle into administrative tasks.
The kids will be ending school in the next few weeks, so we'll have plenty of opportunity to play around with the ones who stay here in Chiang Rai. The remaining ones are allowed to return home to their villages because it has been determined they have safe places and people to stay with.
The weather is heating up here, and along with the change in temperature comes all kinds of weird and wonderful critters. There are smushed frogs all over the road because they're out en force now, and at night the sky echoes with the chirping from cicadas. There are of course, the ever-present barking geckos all over our volunteer dorm, but hopefully they will help keep the mosquito population down.
Day to day life is just such a treat here. I'm totally "scooter-literate" now, and really enjoy the freedom of zooming around town with the wind in my hair. Always wearing a helmet of course. I FINALLY don't have the sudden and subconcious urge to veer right when I'm startled (Thailand is a left-hand side drive country) which is nice. Especially for any passengers I have on the back ; )
After a few weeks of solidly neglecting my physical fitness, I'm back on track with running and doing a bit of weights. I found out that I'm definately going back to Homer to work on the Kilkenny, and I need my muscles for all those scallops! I'm still planning on driving up to Alaska in June, so when I get back "home" to CA, I've got a lot of catch-up to do. I'm crossing my toes that an income tax refund is a possiblility...
Much love to everyone, I'm really being a toad about taking pictures. As in, I'm not doing it at all. But I'll try, I'll really try.
Angela
Sunday, February 8, 2009
I've got a few new pics up on Picasa web but the majority of the good ones were taken by other volunteers, so I'll upload those in a bit:
http://picasaweb.google.com/passionflower24/Thailand#
Laura left home for Australia last night : ( but we got a nice day of sightseeing in before she left. We went to The White Temple...a weird but wonderful place. Here's an interesting article by the artist who designed it:
http://www.tourismchiangrai.com/e-ctmc/index.php?option=rongkhun
My pictures don't really do it too much justice; the work is so intricate and detailed, and there are little bits of mirror stuck in the plaster so the whole thing glitters like crazy. Although it was a touch morbid on the outside (hands and bones representing Hell), the inside was even weirder because the paintings incorporated all these random bits of pop culture into a giant Buddhist spiritual painting...like characters from Star Wars and Keanu Reaves.
After the temple, we hit the world famous Chiang Rai clock tower, which magically lights up and plays music every evening. It's pretty tacky but also spectacular in it's own right.
Earlier in the morning, I took the scooter up to the Myanmar (formerly known as Burma) border to renew my visa. I overstayed by a day and they didn't give me any leeway for being 8 hours late dammit! The fine was about 15$ USD so it's not like it broke the bank but it was rather annoying. I wasn't paying attention with all the stuff going on around here, and Thailand has recently gotten even stricter on their tourist visa limitations. Overland stays are now only 15 days, so if I do end up extending my trip substantially, I'll probably need to make a trip to Malaysia to apply for a 60 day one at the embassy. Again, something that could have been avoided with a bit of forethought but hey YOU LIVE YOU LEARN.
The trip was quite nice, about 60 kms north of Chiang Rai through some really lovely country. I did not take pictures or even look around much because I was very focused on not crashing but on the way back I did get a few ooohs and ahhhs in.
Tomorrow is a big day at the hospital, as we take another 12 kids for their basic medical checkups. It is turning out to be a bit (more) complicated than I had previously planned, as our truck completely DIED on us over the weekend. We are completely without group transportation, and will have to rely on tuk-tuks and songtaews to do our market runs and any group activities. The center has 3 motorbikes which the older kids can use for school, but that means us volunteers are walking/biking into town during the day. Anyhow, we have a wonderful new volunteer named Kate who is working on Community Outreach to try and obtain a corporate sponsor for a new vehicle.
http://picasaweb.google.com/passionflower24/Thailand#
Laura left home for Australia last night : ( but we got a nice day of sightseeing in before she left. We went to The White Temple...a weird but wonderful place. Here's an interesting article by the artist who designed it:
http://www.tourismchiangrai.com/e-ctmc/index.php?option=rongkhun
My pictures don't really do it too much justice; the work is so intricate and detailed, and there are little bits of mirror stuck in the plaster so the whole thing glitters like crazy. Although it was a touch morbid on the outside (hands and bones representing Hell), the inside was even weirder because the paintings incorporated all these random bits of pop culture into a giant Buddhist spiritual painting...like characters from Star Wars and Keanu Reaves.
After the temple, we hit the world famous Chiang Rai clock tower, which magically lights up and plays music every evening. It's pretty tacky but also spectacular in it's own right.
Earlier in the morning, I took the scooter up to the Myanmar (formerly known as Burma) border to renew my visa. I overstayed by a day and they didn't give me any leeway for being 8 hours late dammit! The fine was about 15$ USD so it's not like it broke the bank but it was rather annoying. I wasn't paying attention with all the stuff going on around here, and Thailand has recently gotten even stricter on their tourist visa limitations. Overland stays are now only 15 days, so if I do end up extending my trip substantially, I'll probably need to make a trip to Malaysia to apply for a 60 day one at the embassy. Again, something that could have been avoided with a bit of forethought but hey YOU LIVE YOU LEARN.
The trip was quite nice, about 60 kms north of Chiang Rai through some really lovely country. I did not take pictures or even look around much because I was very focused on not crashing but on the way back I did get a few ooohs and ahhhs in.
Tomorrow is a big day at the hospital, as we take another 12 kids for their basic medical checkups. It is turning out to be a bit (more) complicated than I had previously planned, as our truck completely DIED on us over the weekend. We are completely without group transportation, and will have to rely on tuk-tuks and songtaews to do our market runs and any group activities. The center has 3 motorbikes which the older kids can use for school, but that means us volunteers are walking/biking into town during the day. Anyhow, we have a wonderful new volunteer named Kate who is working on Community Outreach to try and obtain a corporate sponsor for a new vehicle.
Time is just flying by...I can't believe it's been a month! Projects begin and somehow the time just disappears...I sometimes don't feel like I've accomplished anything, but other days I have an amazing feeling of just being in the right place at the right time. Last night was a giggle-filled laugh-fest with the kids just messing around and being kids-playing the guitar with funny sunglasses, putting way too much talcum powder on their faces, making me pizza out of green clay.
Hasta la pasta (we might splurge on Italian food tonight)-
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Don't feed the Humans!
Argh first case of food poisoning abroad...not so fun. I had an "authentic" experience puking and pooping my guts out in a Lahu village a couple nights ago. I can't be sure what did it, but I was the only one in the group that got sick, and all I really did differently was sample the sugarcane we were feeding our elephant earlier in the day (what?!!).
Prior to the whole clutching-my-stomach-in-agony thing, the trek experience itself was really awesome. We went with a friend of Amanda's named Kit who has a travel business here in Chiang Rai. The day started off with a boat ride up the river to an elephant camp, where we took a little ride through the village. It was bumpy and not so comfortable; the coolest part was touching their trunks and feeding them. I couldn't help but feel sorry for them...having to lug silly falangs around so we could get a photo op. They didn't seem very happy. We had lunch in the elephant camp, and then headed out on foot from there. I don't think any of us (me, Laura, or the three Italian dudes who completed the party) were prepared for the intensity of the hike. It was really beautiful, but pretty steep in parts, and our guide Win was not one to go at a leisurely pace. We got to an Appa village first, and didn't have much time to do anything. I could go into the cultural intimacies of all the tribes here, but I just don't feel like I absorbed all that much (I'll report back once I hit the Hilltribe Museum here in Chiang Rai). We got to the village around 5 or 6 and all had showers (awesome!!!! I was literally, SOAKED in sweat, head to toes) and chilled out on the deck of our bamboo bungalow. The bungalow was built above ground to prevent flooding in the rainy season, and it was so clean and comfy and cozy that Laura and I prompty set about making plans to build one of our own. Win cooked us dinner and passed around a water bottle full of homemade moonshine. We luckily enough showed up on the first night of New Year's celebrations in the village, so everyone was in the mood to party. In the middle of the communal eating area, a tribute was set up with a pig's head and some other food items around it. The dancing centered around this, and was accompanied by drums, chimes, and cheap tinny sounding Thai pop music from speakers a few meters away. It was pretty neat, but us Westerners FAR outnumbered the villagers, so it felt a bit contrived. The foundation working in the village was called the Mirror Foundation, and they had set everything up on solar cell batteries which was pretty neat. In return, I think there was an arrangement that all us whiteys could come and gawk at will...oh well it was still very cool.
The PLAN for the next day was a hike to a waterfall and hot springs. In REALITY I gratefully accepted a jeep ride back to Chiang Rai with Kit and slept the rest of the day. Thankfully Laura was able to report back to me on all the adventures I missed out on, and provide pictures for my viewing pleasure. She also returned with well-wishes from the Italians, which I thought was very sweet.
The PLAN for the next day was a hike to a waterfall and hot springs. In REALITY I gratefully accepted a jeep ride back to Chiang Rai with Kit and slept the rest of the day. Thankfully Laura was able to report back to me on all the adventures I missed out on, and provide pictures for my viewing pleasure. She also returned with well-wishes from the Italians, which I thought was very sweet.
Exciting stuff is happening every day at the center. Laura is working on an aquaculture project, whereby the swimming pool is slowly being converted into a Tilapia pond. This is a totally exciting advance in IHF's goal of sustainable development, and interesting for me as it brings me back to my days at the Salton Sea (Tilapia are like, the cockroaches of freshwater fish...totally indestructable). Two other volunteers, Adam and Eleanor, have been diligent about finishing a chicken coop so that we can keep chooks here at the center and harvest eggs. Atticus and Dan have been working really hard on the garden, getting it ready for planting this week. BEFORE THEY LEAVE. Everyone's leaving all at once! Of course we'll have new volunteers, but it's sorta sad to see the band break up. We've got a pretty fabulous dynamic going on right now.
The weather is really heating up; it seems like it turned overnight from fairly chilly to downright HOT. But, I don't think it's anywhere near as hot as it will be in a month or so. I keep playing with the idea of extending my trip (again) but we'll see how I hold out with the heat as I am a notorious whiner when the temp exceeds 80 F or so : )
Ahh yes and I finally have a story about dirty cops in a foreign land...Juan and I were riding scooters back from the Internet cafe one night (I'm a total 2 wheel whiz now, and it only took one minor crash) and we got stopped at a checkpoint up the road from a nearby festival. The cops REEKED of booze themselves, and wouldn't stop hassling us for our drivers licenses, which we kept telling them we didn't have on us. They had the gumption to actually start opening our backpacks and rooting around! It was completely cavalier and pissed me off to no end but I realized I probably wasn't in the position to have a full-on hissy fit in the middle of a dark road in a country where I didn't speak the language and was breaking the law. We promised them we'd return with our passports and licenses, and then sped off and never looked back. So there!
I'm trying my best to find time to get pictures up, but the days are so so so full right now. Juan is off to Bangkok tomorrow to do a television interview promoting IHF (yay!), and I've been left in charge. Watch out! I'm having quite a bit of fun getting to know the kids better though. We've embarked on getting them all checked out at the local hospital, so each week I'll be trucking a few more of them down there for a fun-filled Saturday doing things kids love like getting their blood drawn, hanging out in waiting rooms for hours, and being told they can't run, yell, or hit eachother. I'm holding on to my popularity by a thread, people.
Being immersed in an indiginous culture that is so TOTALLY different than my own is really bringing up a lot of personal moral and ethical dilemnas, which I won't get into on a public website. Needless to say, every day brings new experiences that smash all my beloved Western paradigms to pieces.
The weather is really heating up; it seems like it turned overnight from fairly chilly to downright HOT. But, I don't think it's anywhere near as hot as it will be in a month or so. I keep playing with the idea of extending my trip (again) but we'll see how I hold out with the heat as I am a notorious whiner when the temp exceeds 80 F or so : )
Ahh yes and I finally have a story about dirty cops in a foreign land...Juan and I were riding scooters back from the Internet cafe one night (I'm a total 2 wheel whiz now, and it only took one minor crash) and we got stopped at a checkpoint up the road from a nearby festival. The cops REEKED of booze themselves, and wouldn't stop hassling us for our drivers licenses, which we kept telling them we didn't have on us. They had the gumption to actually start opening our backpacks and rooting around! It was completely cavalier and pissed me off to no end but I realized I probably wasn't in the position to have a full-on hissy fit in the middle of a dark road in a country where I didn't speak the language and was breaking the law. We promised them we'd return with our passports and licenses, and then sped off and never looked back. So there!
I'm trying my best to find time to get pictures up, but the days are so so so full right now. Juan is off to Bangkok tomorrow to do a television interview promoting IHF (yay!), and I've been left in charge. Watch out! I'm having quite a bit of fun getting to know the kids better though. We've embarked on getting them all checked out at the local hospital, so each week I'll be trucking a few more of them down there for a fun-filled Saturday doing things kids love like getting their blood drawn, hanging out in waiting rooms for hours, and being told they can't run, yell, or hit eachother. I'm holding on to my popularity by a thread, people.
Being immersed in an indiginous culture that is so TOTALLY different than my own is really bringing up a lot of personal moral and ethical dilemnas, which I won't get into on a public website. Needless to say, every day brings new experiences that smash all my beloved Western paradigms to pieces.
But overall, I love it. I'm trying to figure out how to move here. Yah, it's really that great!
Monday, January 12, 2009
It's Go Time
So poking around youtube, I found a cool little vignette about Carol and her work:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhFpqpYED8c
Check it out and once your interest is sufficiently piqued, hit the IHF website!
http://www.ihfonline.org/
A lot of exciting stuff is happening here in Thailand. Caty and Amanda, (co-director and Director of the center, respectively) have been called off to the Kenya center. They leave Monday evening, leaving all us remaining volunteers to take their places. Juan is going to act as Director, and the rumor is that I'm co-director but I'd rather not think of it that way as the responsibility freaks me out a bit. There are many volunteers here, and many more on the way...we'll be fine!
I've extended my trip one week so that I can go to a convention in Bangkok at the end of February, and I'm playing with staying even longer. It depends how this next month goes, I guess.
I'm trying like mad to think of what to say...days have just been mixing together, it's hard to believe I've been up in Chiang Rai over a week. It's amazing how safe it is here; apparently that's a side-effect of the Buddhist influence. I got abysmally lost on bicycle a few nights ago, and not once did I ever feel weird or at risk or anything. No one locks up anything here- houses, bikes, backpacks...it's just a given that no one steals which is quite amazing given the (relatively) low standard of living.
The food is absolutely fantastic, and even our meals at the center are prepared with tons of fresh herbs and spices. Mali and Nabee, the house mummies, have apparently toned down the chilis quite a bit for us falongs (white people), but there's still a fair amount of kick. We go to the market twice a week to buy groceries for the center, and it's been a really fun and interesting experience. They eat pretty much everything here...frogs, crickets, turtles, catfish, chicken legs, snails, jellied pig blood...you name it and I'm sure it's in some Thai dish somewhere. We go to this little neighborhood market almost daily and pick up lunch for around 40 cents, and I'm trying to expand my comfort zone to try new things (but the papaya salad is tried and true and just SO GOOD).
My projects over the next month will probably shift slightly from administrative stuff to more hands-on logistical projects, so I'm trying to plow through the rest of the website editing as well as making a volunteer manual and medical & dental logs for the children. Later this week, we'll bring them all in for medical checkups and vaccinations.
Until next time,
A
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhFpqpYED8c
Check it out and once your interest is sufficiently piqued, hit the IHF website!
http://www.ihfonline.org/
A lot of exciting stuff is happening here in Thailand. Caty and Amanda, (co-director and Director of the center, respectively) have been called off to the Kenya center. They leave Monday evening, leaving all us remaining volunteers to take their places. Juan is going to act as Director, and the rumor is that I'm co-director but I'd rather not think of it that way as the responsibility freaks me out a bit. There are many volunteers here, and many more on the way...we'll be fine!
I've extended my trip one week so that I can go to a convention in Bangkok at the end of February, and I'm playing with staying even longer. It depends how this next month goes, I guess.
I'm trying like mad to think of what to say...days have just been mixing together, it's hard to believe I've been up in Chiang Rai over a week. It's amazing how safe it is here; apparently that's a side-effect of the Buddhist influence. I got abysmally lost on bicycle a few nights ago, and not once did I ever feel weird or at risk or anything. No one locks up anything here- houses, bikes, backpacks...it's just a given that no one steals which is quite amazing given the (relatively) low standard of living.
The food is absolutely fantastic, and even our meals at the center are prepared with tons of fresh herbs and spices. Mali and Nabee, the house mummies, have apparently toned down the chilis quite a bit for us falongs (white people), but there's still a fair amount of kick. We go to the market twice a week to buy groceries for the center, and it's been a really fun and interesting experience. They eat pretty much everything here...frogs, crickets, turtles, catfish, chicken legs, snails, jellied pig blood...you name it and I'm sure it's in some Thai dish somewhere. We go to this little neighborhood market almost daily and pick up lunch for around 40 cents, and I'm trying to expand my comfort zone to try new things (but the papaya salad is tried and true and just SO GOOD).
My projects over the next month will probably shift slightly from administrative stuff to more hands-on logistical projects, so I'm trying to plow through the rest of the website editing as well as making a volunteer manual and medical & dental logs for the children. Later this week, we'll bring them all in for medical checkups and vaccinations.
Until next time,
A
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